Well, sure. What do we do. We ask ourselves, and we tell ourselves. This is terrible. We are exhausted.
Thom, today's report is spot on alright.
But asking what do we do? That is the hard nut, is it not?
I think. We are all exhausted from hearing the same heartaches by degrees eay in, day out, week in, week out, and on and on. With no future that seems to tell us, what do we do.
We need strength. We need strategy. We need resolve that points us, bends toward justice, but with clarity, not despair.
Here is one idea. How can we win and help to repair those broken souls who are now so full of this poison that so many have become our enemies?
We must infiltrate. We must be willing to do things that run against our own peaceful natures.
At some point I fear that this will not even be possible.
But clearly whatever we should be doing, we are not getting very far.
Another Tucker will pop up soon enough. And we'll have another target to point at. But with only blanks in our guns.
One phrase I say, "Get out from under the bed!!!" You have to show your face.
Have you heard about...
This poor transgender woman Montana legislator. She is exiled from the chamber to represent her constituents. Seated outside in the hall, listening. And a group of old lady Republicans have actually chosen to take all of the chairs so she can have no place to even sit.
What should we do?
What can we do?
Sick, sick, sick. poisoned by falsehearted righteousness..
Remember Bruce Cockburn's song in the 1980s, about the Nicaraguans?
"If I had a rocket launcher." New lyrics are needed to that powerful "for the people" song.
Well, sure. What do we do. We ask ourselves, and we tell ourselves. This is terrible. We are exhausted.
Thom, today's report is spot on alright.
But asking what do we do? That is the hard nut, is it not?
I think. We are all exhausted from hearing the same heartaches by degrees eay in, day out, week in, week out, and on and on. With no future that seems to tell us, what do we do.
We need strength. We need strategy. We need resolve that points us, bends toward justice, but with clarity, not despair.
Here is one idea. How can we win and help to repair those broken souls who are now so full of this poison that so many have become our enemies?
We must infiltrate. We must be willing to do things that run against our own peaceful natures.
At some point I fear that this will not even be possible.
But clearly whatever we should be doing, we are not getting very far.
Another Tucker will pop up soon enough. And we'll have another target to point at. But with only blanks in our guns.
One phrase I say, "Get out from under the bed!!!" You have to show your face.
Have you heard about...
This poor transgender woman Montana legislator. She is exiled from the chamber to represent her constituents. Seated outside in the hall, listening. And a group of old lady Republicans have actually chosen to take all of the chairs so she can have no place to even sit.
What should we do?
What can we do?
Sick, sick, sick. poisoned by falsehearted righteousness..
Remember Bruce Cockburn's song in the 1980s, about the Nicaraguans?
"If I had a rocket launcher." New lyrics are needed to that powerful "for the people" song.