MAGA Traumatized Me. Here’s How I Moved On.
I’m holding my Colt Carbine semi-automatic rifle, to keep it from flying off my front passenger car seat. My other hand tightly grips the steering wheel. Four magazines, each holding 30 rounds of bone-shattering ammunition, rest comfortably next to it. It’s early evening, too dark for sunglasses.   
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