This is what happens when you elect violent, brain-dead goons who can’t be bothered to think five minutes into the future. There’s no plan here, just a sick, deeply impaired psychopath in charge of history’s most fearsome war machine. We will all pay the price for years.

I've often wondered how Geography ended up being both people who think about Marx and people who think about rocks.

Construir sobre lo construido 🤷‍♀️

Es triste y conmovedor, pero también enciende una llama de amor profundo por la tierra con todos sus seres y todos los lenguajes con los que el planeta nos dice, a veces en susurros: aquí estás, este es tu lugar.