This shit about Antonio Basco makes me cry everytime I read it. If my wife was murdered in some fucked mass shooting I would never recover. Sometimes I think we are cursed and this place will never be good or nice, but then I remember that I'm American, and all these assholes can just fuck off and die. I'm reading Team of Rivals, and I wonder at the pure ego of a man to think he can change this country by the force of his will alone. That story is somehow still going on, so his success could be interpreted in different ways I guess.
This shit about Antonio Basco makes me cry everytime I read it. If my wife was murdered in some fucked mass shooting I would never recover. Sometimes I think we are cursed and this place will never be good or nice, but then I remember that I'm American, and all these assholes can just fuck off and die. I'm reading Team of Rivals, and I wonder at the pure ego of a man to think he can change this country by the force of his will alone. That story is somehow still going on, so his success could be interpreted in different ways I guess.