Watching how the bottom fell out of the Uncommitted movement with Kamala's anointment might've broken me. Like... There is an undousable, indestructible hatred brewing in my gut for everyone who still calls themselves Amerikan, and I don't know how to mitigate that anymore. We're going back to Zero-th Reich standards, and these motherfuckers just cheer and cheer and cheer for it.

Are we damned? Do we even deserve liberation anymore? I don't know how to answer the questions my internal monologue asks anymore. My faith is eroding.