Let’s be very clear, if you’ve made my day, I’ll tell you. You know, like human beings (used to) do in olden times. I’ll either type it out with punctuation and everything, tell you directly to your face with a smile, or–clutch the pearls!–pick up a phone and actually speak into it.
But I won’t Like anything online. Why? Because the depth of my joy cannot be encompassed and expressed by the click of a button.
This notice in a New York subway station should be run off a thousand times and posted in every room, on every door, and above every toilet in the White House.
I made it through my whole life honestly believing that cops are good and noble until my local sheriff’s department set me straight last year.
I called in a crime I witnessed and ended up getting bullied and threatened by the deputy assigned to protect me. When I attempted to report him, I watched the Thin Blue Line close ranks around this asshole and pretend among themselves that nothing happened.
There aren’t enough epithets to describe the rage.
