I Can't ...

... anymore.

I am so over the news; I'm over the deaths and the dying and the new cases of COVID-19.

I’m over the people who are gathering en masse, without masks, acting like there aren’t people dying every single day.

I'm over an entire political party that doesn't seem to care that 130,000 Americans are dead while they allow their leader the chance to strip the living of healthcare.

I’m over the Occupant of the White House using our Independence Day as another shot at his enemies who, by the way, are every single Democrat, every person of color, every member of the media, every person in the world who isn’t rich, white and male.

I’m over waking up every single day to another Karen telling people of color what they can and cannot do.

I am over Karen and Ken playing Blondie and Clod in from of their home.

I’m over Karen and Ken painting over an authorized Black Lives Matter sign in the middle of the street because, as they say, there is no police brutality in this country, and there is no racism in this country.

I am over the Karen who goes shopping without a mask and then shrieks at the top of her lungs that she can’t wear one because she has breathing issues. If only …

I am over white people storming state buildings with guns being called good Americans while Black people marching in protest over another Black life snuffed out by rogue police officers called thugs.

I’m over “Go back where you belong,” because last I checked we were the country that welcomed everyone.

I’m over “Speak English, you’re in America” as if English is our national language.

I’m over Hate, in action, speech and practice.

I am over this America.