You know, Mac, you’re a lot like your country. Broken—and full of rage, and sorrow, and loss. And right now, you’re in the gutter, with no understanding of how you got there, what’s being done to you, or why. And yet you’re still fiercely independent, still god-awful stubborn, still swinging, refusing to take no for an answer. And you’re still so damn beautiful.
America, in a bad spot.
