Aight my scraggly bright carrots, I must away, parting shot, rye and exhortation:

Above all other things, they want most for you to believe that you are a) alone, and b) powerless.

But you're not alone, and if you were so very powerless they wouldn't be trying so hard to convince you that you were.

Here.

Take my hand.

You are not alone, and your power -- YOUR PERSONAL POWER -- terrifies them.

Tomorrow's Wednesday.

Stay safe.
Stay strong.
Stay angry.
Stay kind.

You fucking *matter*.