If you can’t tell the difference between 2024 America and 1930s Germany, let’s not have a conversation, okay?
The Other Side of the Slap
I spent a lot of time dealing with the victim of violence. That betrayal only a lover can express, the sinister switch from affection or at least the performance required to invent love, to twist into a tantrum of rage. The bruising and cuts, a secondary blistering to...






























