@ASlavitt In a high risk household, this sweet boy got us through the long days until—after 14 years—we had to put him to sleep last week. We were lucky enough to be able to hold him as he departed, which is more than the COVID families can say about their loved ones. 💔
There are core measures of decency in a society that has basic moral values. One is you do not treat fellow human beings as if they are less than human. A second is you do not treat animals, whether dogs, cats, horses, bears, or wolves, as suitable for torture or murder. 1
Every crook in this crooked regime is banking on one number: how many people stay home in November.
Ruin that number. Absolutely destroy it. Landslide.
#HoldTheCrooksAccountable
Just to clarify, Senator - you did vote to confirm ALL Trump's security-related nominations, didn't you? You have constitutional authority to challenge Trump, not just a Twitter account.
There are three things that have broad bipartisan appeal we can not let the GOP take from us:
At the local level it's stopping Flock
At the state level it's stopping data centers
At the federal it's blocking funding for Israel
First meeting of the morning and a man tells me that all of the earthquakes this year are a sign that it's the end of the world, and, honestly, I didn't have the energy to tell him that the earthquakes are going to have to take a ticket and get in line.
A new report shows there are 57 Trump officials worth at least $100 million.
Abraham Lincoln at Gettysburg: "This government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."
Donald Trump: A government of the rich, by the rich, for the rich.
@AdamKinzinger In two years, Rubio and Vance will invoke their patriotism and say they only went along to protect the country. The sad thing is, many people will actually believe them.
Life expectancy in Loudoun County, VA, the highest-earning county in the US: 84 years.
Life expectancy in McDowell County, WV, one of the lowest-earning counties in the US: 65 years.
Poverty, economic stress and a lack of health care are a DEATH SENTENCE.
Not acceptable.
$900 million for White House vanity projects? Approved.
$1 trillion tax cut for the 1%? Approved.
$1 trillion for war with Iran? Approved.
Lower grocery, housing or gas prices? Sorry, you're on your own.
Money for billionaires. Money for war. Nothing for working people.
If a computer slows down, you don't call it broken.
You just realize it has too many tabs open.
You aren't a failure.
You're just carrying too many open thoughts. Close a few today.
He fomented an insurrection. He botched a pandemic. He stole classified documents. He committed every type of fraud known to man. He protects pedophiles. He's a convicted felon. He's an adjudicated rapist. He monetizes the presidency and weaponizes justice. He lies and obstructs at every turn. He's lawless. He's needy. He's compromised. He's narcissistic. He's psychopathic. He's paranoid. He's sadistic. I can go on.
AND YET - no matter how bad we know he is, and no matter how bad the many things we know he did are, remember this: Some of the things we don't yet know he did, are even worse.
My 5% wealth tax on less than 1,000 billionaires would raise over $4.4 trillion to:
Provide $12,000 to a working family of 4
Enact universal childcare
Expand Medicare for dental, vision & hearing
End homelessness
Require a $60,000 minimum salary for teachers
Let's get it done.
Outside the grocery store, I was ambushed.
A table. A banner. Two small girls in uniform, sashes covered in badges. Their commander stood behind them with her arms crossed, saying nothing.
The taller one looked me in the eye and said, "Hi. Would you like to support Girl Scout Troop 3044?"
I have studied negotiation my entire life. Nothing prepared me for a merchant four feet tall wearing a sash of prior conquests.
I asked what the tribute funded. Camp, she said. Badges. She pointed at one and said, "I got this one for public speaking," which she was, at that exact moment, flawlessly doing.
I intended to buy one box. To be polite.
She said, "Most people do the bundle."
She had offered me a dignified retreat that cost five times more. This is mastery. This child will own land.
I bought twelve boxes.
Her mother nodded once, like a general confirming the fall of a city. The smaller scout rang a small bell. Apparently there is a bell.
Walking to my car, a stranger loading groceries saw my boxes and said, "They got you too, huh."
Too. There is a brotherhood of the defeated in this parking lot. We recognize each other by our cargo.
Then he lowered his voice and handed me doctrine: "Freeze the Thin Mints."
I had known this man for nine seconds. In my land, secrets of this grade pass between families over generations. Here, they are given freely, between strangers, next to a cart return.
I froze the Thin Mints. He was right. I think of him often. I do not know his name.
The winter was long. Some weeks were the kind you survive one frozen cookie at a time, standing in the kitchen, without turning on the light. By February the box was empty, and so, roughly, was I.
In March, walking to the store, I heard the bell.
The table. The banner. The same scout, taller now, her sash one row of conquests longer.
She saw me across the parking lot. She did not smile like a child. She smiled like a shopkeeper whose ship has come in.
She reached under the table and lifted a bag that had been set aside, and the small one yelled, "TWELVE BOXES IS HERE!"
That is my name now. I have been called many things. None were earned faster.
She held out the bag. "We saved yours. Mom said you'd be back."
They had held inventory for me. On faith. Based on one transaction, a year ago.
In this country, a child looks a grown stranger in the eye, states her price, and expects the world to be good for it. And somehow, because she expects it, it is.
I took out my wallet.