Oh, my loves. We’ve got so many more con- cerns than we’d ever thought we’d have. Sometimes our futures seem like death squads stalking the streets y las otras cosas sad. Millions growing up on poison. When we were tots, we licked history for good. We held a toxic trust in constant victory. As our hormones raged and our bodies changed, this life of war was just another type of poison. Millions growing up on poison. We inherit a class war, we inherit a world war. We inherit a party that wants to rebuild D’Aubuisson’s El Salvador. We inherit a party built in hate that some of our parents helped create.