By Sean Dempsey 6/23/23 Thunder exploded in the night sky. The rain didn’t seem to stop falling for a second. Nor did the sirens stop wailing. A sad cacophony of noise that was at once sublime yet bristled the soul—simultaneously sweet and sour in a way that made the confused sounds unbearable. Oliver was petrified. […]
A voter who takes pride in supporting such programs is telling us that he’ll do good with his own money — if a gun is held to his head.
