@Tamara1201

Rare fish out of water in Florida Believes Women's rights=Human rights, BLM, Love is Love, Science is real, No human is illegal, Kindness matters. #RESIST

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@derrickvanorden You are definitely Rumps Bi**h, you are. Just serving your dear leader, whatever he ask, no concern for your constituents or the American people. Must not be qualified for any other job either

[Kelly @KellyDem4Life]

@thejackhopkins

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[Dr. Cole @1drcole]

Please reply with a 💙 & follow me because #civilitymatters. RT if you agree with the meme. Let's all #connectblue.

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@EM_RESUS GSW 😢

[LanaQuest aka RosaSparks @LqLana]

Let’s take a moment to remember Kalief Browder - sent to Rikers Island as a teenager for allegedly stealing a backpack to await trial with no Bond.

Three years in prison being abused awaiting trial for something he never did.

Two of those years in solitary confinement, but by all means tell me how Trump and minions are being treated unfairly.

The audacity of Charlie Kirk saying that Black men will vote for Trump just because Trump has a mugshot. Cuz ya know, Black men can relate.

Did I mention when Kalief was finally cleared and freed he committed suicide two years later due to the trauma he experienced?

Racist trash. All of them. #FreshResists

[LanaQuest aka RosaSparks @LqLana]

Meanwhile in Florida, a woman, unable to get an abortion due to DeSantis’ deadly anti-abortion laws had to carry to term a baby that was found to have no kidneys at 24 weeks.

I’ll say that part again, no kidneys and was forced to carry the baby for an additional 13 weeks until she gave birth.

Deborah Dorbert’s son Milo died in her arms on March 3, shortly after birth just like the doctors said would happen.

Forced to carry, knowing there was no chance of survival. Then watching a baby gasp for air and die.

What part of that scenario is pro-life? The walking around for 13 weeks knowing your baby is going to die? Oh wait, is it the part where the baby took one breath and died?

DeSantis chases woke while real-life consequences are happening “death on delivery.”

That’s not governing it’s torture. #FreshResists #FreshVotesBlue

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This is my Daughter, she will die if she doesn't get a transplant. The hospital is 6 hours away, she was in ICU there all last week. I am disabled because I have ms, that whole fixed income thing. Any help appreciated, retweeting is help. Thank you ❤️

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[Aaron Parnas @AaronParnas]

The new Biden-Harris campaign ad needs to be shared everywhere.

Unlike Republicans, President Biden will never sign a national abortion ban. https://t.co/lHOZubSziV

[CNN @CNN]

The city council of Savannah, Georgia, voted Thursday to rename a downtown square after Susie King Taylor, a Black woman who once taught slaves to read and write https://t.co/RHwFVHWtjd

[Andy Behrman @electroboyusa]

I really respect and admire these two women.

If you agree, let's have a big retweet from all of you in Twitterland!

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Retweet if you believe that Jack Smith should be in the cover of Time magazine. 🤚🏽

[Joshua Martin @JoshuaRMartin]

If you wanna unfollow me for my politics then go ahead.

I’m Josh Martin, a 20 year old Texas college student who’s pro-gun reform, pro-abortion rights, and pro-democracy.

I’m dedicating my life and this page to fight for the next generation. Retweet and follow if you’re in.

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@PrezLives2022 @jaf7 I always used the kill them with kindness method to deal with difficult people, they didn't know how to respond 😂

[Jack Hopkins @thejackhopkins]

Wednesday evening, my wife and I took my ten-year old daughter to the middle school for orientation.

While walking around the school and meeting her new teachers, I noticed one teacher I didn’t recognize. She had just moved to town.

She was an beautiful woman-in her mid to late forties-with piercing ice blue eyes. We briefly made eye contact before her eyes quickly locked on to the tattoo on my upper arm.

As she stepped closer-her eyes still fixated on my “ink”-I could see that her eyes were reddening and glossing up quickly. “I was a Navy Hospital Corpsman” I said. “A Medic.”

She was silent, and did not break eye contact with the American flag that wrapped around my left arm. Her hands started to rise: She stopped just short of actually touching my tattoo, as if some part of her brain had suddenly said “Don’t. It’s not appropriate.”

Then, with the fluidity of a ballerina she slowly raised her head, locking her eyes on to mine. We were less that a foot and a half from each other. I saw nothing but pain and sadness. “My son was killed in Afghanistan. I have a picture of him in the room. Would you like to see him?” she asked, with a voice you could sense had a wail just beneath the surface, wanting to escape. “Yes. I would.” I said, as we continued looking at each other for a length of time, that, in any other context would have been disrespectful to my wife.

We walked into the classroom. There he was. A picture of her son was on the wall, right behind her desk. It was his U.S. Army bootcamp photo. “He was twenty-years old” she said softly. My posture stiffened: I felt my body automatically shift to an “attention” position as I placed my right hand over my heart.

By now, my wife was crying. This Gold Star Mother was crying. I had a lump in my throat and my breathing had become shallow and more restricted.

Turning to this heartbroken teacher, I said, “I’m so sorry.”

I could tell that she wanted to reply, but couldn’t. “Can I give you a hug?” I asked her in a lowered voice. “Of course” she said with a look of “Yes, please hug me. I need a hug.”

The fact that I had only known this teacher for less than 2-3 minutes was lost. As we embraced, she hugged me like she was another teenaged daughter on mine, who had just come to me in agony after her first breakup with a boyfriend. Actually, like a Mother….who had just lost a twenty-year old son.

As I slowly allowed my arms to release and move away from her body, she audibly sighed. It was as though 10,000 tiny daggers had temporarily ceased stabbing her in the heart.

“It was a pleasure to meet you.” I said, as I extended my hand to end the moment on a more formal measure, thereby sealing what had happened between our hallway “Hello” and our handshake goodbye, in a sort of time capsule experience that she could return to as often as needed.

While I have no idea what her political affiliation might be, I suspect that she’s a republican. Most everyone here is a republican. I also strongly suspect that she would never vote for Donald Trump again, if she is.

She’s a Gold Star Mother. She’s a real Patriot. Her son was a real Patriot. She knows what real sacrifice means. He, gave his life. She knows-on a cellular level-what democracy is about and what it takes to protect it. People like her also know when someone like Trump, has trashed everything her son served to defend.

Come to think of it, I think it’s very possible that she was once a republican, who, now…has at the very least shifted to an independent. I saw signs of it, actually. As I departed, I turned, about half way across the room, and said “Freedom around the world depends on people like your son.” She immediately replied. “Thank you. Yes, it does. Ukraine knows this all too well” as she placed her hand…over her heart.