My elderly mom is on a different continent (I’m guessing Tim can relate). Two weeks ago I booked a flight to the US, hoping to go before things got too bad. Too late.

My mom is suffering a type of dementia that is progressing for about 18 months. Unlike Joe Biden and the DNC, who are willing to send 130,000 of their own voters to their deaths, my mom does not deny her condition or its progression. My mom’s honesty doesn’t change the fact that I may never get to hug her again, or that by the time I see her in person she won’t remember me.

Yes, priorities do change. But when we come out of this I won’t forget which politicians held positions that meant sickness and death for their countrymen and women, and which ones finally fucking realized that we’re all in this together.