sick

I’m just as sick of the How He Won/Why She Lost analysis as you are.

But their mother, my grandmother, sick with tuberculosis, asked a friend to adopt them when she died.

She notes, "For me, if I have the absolute worst day or I'm sick as a dog — as the expression goes — the thing that makes me feel best is to go home and literally climb into bed under a blanket with my dog."

But this isn’t really about joy or fun—it’s about the fact that we are all sick to death of being influenced toward every single purchase and belief in our lives, and politics is no exception.

If you look into your heart, you know deep down that predatory capitalism has us all sick and has enabled a war and prison industry, that our society is configured in ways that divide and alienate us from what is our best nature, that the two-party system entrenches power.