Sitting in my car for the thousandth hour (as one does when one is a clingingtosanitybyagnatseyelash mom), and weeping over genocides. I give as much money as I can to offset the bullets and bombs my taxes have funded. I scream and sob and repost and share and pray to the empty skies to stop hurting the babies. So many babies 💔. Black babies, brown babies, white babies, round babies. Dead babies. Like broken dolls on the ground while their mothers and fathers splinter into shards of agony. 1/