Dear MAGA: This Is your Fault
Rick Wilson drinks MAGA tears — the tears of unfathomable sadness.
When you're standing in the checkout line at Target and the prices have exploded overnight, that’s your fault.
When you walk past empty shelves, searching for one thing you need that just isn’t there, it's your fault.
When the one doll your 6-year-old girl wants more than anything else in the world this Christmas is stuck in a shipping container in Xiamen…
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