It’s a day of mourning, obviously. And angry mourning too, for me. I’m about as angry as I can be before I’ve had coffee.
And not because I have some particular or personal knowledge of the lady who’s gone now. I do not. I just read a thorough breakdown of her life, written by another lady who provides a daily counterweight to the ugly fiction that dail…
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