The sun is out. Somewhere they're playing football. It's a January weekend in the United States of America.
People are out shopping. They're going to movies. Sitting on park benches.
They're going to protests. They're doom-scrolling. They're wondering how they're going to find healthcare.
They're watching videos in endless loops trying to determine exactly how a thirty-seven year old woman ended up shot through the head.
They're doing research on probable cause and the twenty-fifth amendment. They're scraping together the money for groceries.
They're trying to remember the way things used to be.
They used to disagree with politicians. They used to argue with their neighbors about politics. They used to joke about how you could tell if a politician was lying because their lips were moving.
They aren't laughing anymore.
It's not "funny ha-ha" anymore. It's "funny because I lived through it."
We are going through the motions of living in America right now.
Because we don't know how much longer we will be allowed to do just that.
Sleep tight, America.
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