EVHPRO🇺🇸🇺🇦

Opinions are my own and obviously don’t represent my employer

[Andy Beshear @AndyBeshearKY]

Today Rand Paul wants to force an 85-year-old Dr. Anthony Fauci to address the American people but refuses to ask the same of 84-year-old Mitch McConnell.

[Tim Hogan @timjhogan]

this is what a federal government completely controlled by Republicans looks like

[EVHPRO🇺🇸🇺🇦 @BoxerPa]

@BrittanyinTexas Under 18=girl, not young women!😡🤬

[Karl K. Wuckert @KarlWuckert]

Millennials and zoomers don’t buy Islamophobia because most of us went to high school with Middle Eastern kids, and everything was fine because we aren’t racist boomers.

[The Lincoln Project @ProjectLincoln]

Trump's DOJ has been quietly removing Epstein files from the DOJ website since the attack in Iran ; CBS reports.

This is a coverup.

[Rick Wilson @TheRickWilson]

Just so we're clear, the number of Americans who approve of Trump's Iran war is 27%.

So we're also clear, the number of Americans who approved of the Vietnam War at its end in 1973-4 was 29%.

[Nicki 🫧🪷 @nickimoraa]

women do not light themselves on fire
black men do not hang themselves from trees
children cannot consent

[Ken Dilanian @KDilanianMSNOW]

Two people familiar with matter tell @MSNOWNews that the special agent in charge of the FBI’s Atlanta Field office, Paul Brown, was forced out of that job earlier this month over his qualms about and refusal to carry out the searches and seizures of the Fulton County ballots.

[Maya May @mayaonstage]

Arresting journalists. Seizing ballots. Murdering protesters. Detaining children. It’s time to decide what your red line is.

[Cory Booker @CoryBooker]

Thank you Bruce. Here’s to the artists who inspire us to keep fighting.

[Kate 🪬🤍🇺🇸 @ImSpeaking13]

Alex Pretti lost his life protecting a woman he didn’t even know. Every man in the world could learn a thing or two from him.

[Spring-Nuts @SpringNuts_]

From @springsteen :

I wrote this song on Saturday, recorded it yesterday and released it to you today in response to the state terror being visited on the city of Minneapolis. It’s dedicated to the people of Minneapolis, our innocent immigrant neighbors and in memory of Alex Pretti and Renee Good.

Stay free, Bruce Springsteen

[Emily Krebs @EmilyKrebs6]

Hopping back on this hellsite for one day only to share this powerful video…

@davematthewsbnd

[Don Winslow @donwinslow]

Do You Remember America Before Trump?

NEW VIDEO! WATCH! TAKE OUR COUNTRY BACK.

Let's get this to 1 million views fast.

Please retweet and quote tweet.

[Aasma Shaukat MD MPH @AasmaShaukatMD]

One of my former research assistants was killed by ICE in Minneapolis today😢

Alex was the kindest, sweetest human and a ICU nurse with a bright future ahead of him
May his soul rest in peace and this senseless carnage stop💔

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[EVHPRO🇺🇸🇺🇦 @BoxerPa]

@RpsAgainstTrump Death by denial is though I see?

[Josh Trebach, MD @jtrebach]

babe wake up your surgery isn’t done yet but we can’t afford anymore anesthesia

[Bill Madden @maddenifico]

Trump's win shows us who we really are: This article by professor Aaron W. Hughey is one of the most powerful and accurate post-election indictments of America you'll ever read. 😳👇

[EVHPRO🇺🇸🇺🇦 @BoxerPa]

@naretevduorp I call bullshit on a majority…the majority of voters voted for someone other than trump