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AOC. Turn our fear into fuel, this is a vote to let our democracy live another day.

She is eloquent, inclusive, and this comes naturally to her.

https://twitter.com/sunrisemvmt/status/1321236661309755393

Posted by Alex4Martinez | Tue Oct 27, 2020, 09:39 PM (3 replies)

One year ago today. Joe Biden Tweeted this important message.

https://twitter.com/JoeBiden/status/1187829299207954437

Posted by Alex4Martinez | Sun Oct 25, 2020, 08:01 PM (2 replies)

Just now at Trump Rally, a maskless Hope Hicks: "We can share a mic now."

https://twitter.com/atrupar/status/1317213334886907908

You will remember Hope Hicks as the white house staffer who contracted Covid.

Apparently, she and Trump think they're bulletproof now.

So, apparently, do the maskless supporters in attendance.
Posted by Alex4Martinez | Fri Oct 16, 2020, 04:23 PM (26 replies)

Interested in ratings? YouTube views indicate 153,660 vs 507,445 viewers at end of events

I'm not sure if any Nielsen ratings are out yet but a lot of folks watch online.

https://twitter.com/mog7546/status/1316940502713929729
Posted by Alex4Martinez | Thu Oct 15, 2020, 10:32 PM (15 replies)

Song for these times. Mary Chapin Carpenter, "Stones in the Road"

If you were growing up in the 60s/70s, this song will have even greater impact.



Stones in the Road
Mary Chapin Carpenter

When we were young we pledged allegiance
Every morning of our lives
The classroom rang with children's voices
Under teacher's watchful eye

We learned about the world around us
At our desks and at dinner time
Reminded of the starving children
We cleaned our plates with guilty minds

And the stones in the road
Shone like diamonds in the dust
And then a voice called to us
To make our way back home

When I was ten my father held me
On his shoulders above the crowd
To see a train draped in mourning
Pass slowly through our town

His widow kneeled with all their children
At the sacred burial ground
And the TV glowed that long hot summer
With all the cities burning down

And the stones in the road
Flew out beneath our bicycle tires
Worlds removed from all those fires
As we raced each other home

And now we drink our coffee on the run
We climb that ladder rung by rung
We are the daughters and the sons
And here's the line that's missing

The starving children have been replaced
By souls out on the street
We give a dollar when we pass
And hope our eyes don't meet

We pencil in we cancel out
We crave the corner suite
We kiss your ass, we make you hold
We doctor the receipt

And the stones in the road
They fly out from beneath our wheels
Another day, another deal
Before we get back home
Stones in the road

Leave a mark whence they came
A thousands points of light or shame
Baby, I don't know

Posted by Alex4Martinez | Tue Oct 6, 2020, 10:35 AM (2 replies)
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