my new liberal crusade

Oh, the feeling is back. That adrenaline of self-righteousness coursing through my veins, the synapses firing a mile a minute to calculate strategy, the bullet-points of attack carefully scribbled on a napkin. Yes, my activist mojo is workin overtime for justice.

What, pray tell, might my cause be? Access to reproductive health facilities? An important election? Ending genocide?

Please, bitches. This time it's all about rescuing October, the best, funniest made-to-order cook in Sherman, and bringing her back to the kosher side where she belongs. Free October!!