Hey, it's Friday night, and we just learned about an hour ago that RBG passed away.

And it's hard to say that without losing it to a couple of shots at it.

To be honest, for your sake, we recorded the show you're about to hear Thursday night,

a different time that was already awful enough.

The news is overwhelming.

And of course, this important, serious somber news with vast implications is fed into

the mental meat grinder of Twitter and already there are people who know what will happen

and why nothing ever matters.

I can go there too.

I was just visiting that place for about an hour.

I hope is annoying because it makes demands of you.

I don't know what this fight looks like yet, but I know it's a fight and nothing is a

foregone conclusion until the moment we accept that it is.

No, Mitch McConnell doesn't give a shit, but that's the beginning of the story, not the

end.

RBG's dying wish was that her seat be filled by the next president, and while this is a

shock, her seat was always on the line, always.

The stakes keep getting higher.

The work keeps getting more urgent and important.

It is 45 days until the election.

It is 123 days until a inauguration day.

If you're upset, if you're mad, if you're scared, if you don't know how much more unfairness

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