“It always seemed to me that the herbaceous peony is the very epitome of June. Larger than any rose,
it has something of the cabbage rose’s voluminous quality; and when it finally drops from the vase, it
sheds its petticoats with a bump on the table, all in an intact heap, much as a rose will suddenly fall,
making us look up from our book or conversation, to notice for one moment the death of what had
still appeared to be a living beauty.”
Climate Change is real. Climate is dire.
America isolated = America last.
You have taken the country I love and made it a pariah on the world stage in a mere 4 month’s time.
Saying I hate you is a weak statement. As weak as you.
So I will say:
I LITERALLY hate you!
As America will be without you.