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Newly Released Transcripts Show Michael Flynn Betrayed the United States by David Corn || Mother Jones

What the arrest of a black CNN journalist on air taught us by Francine Prose || The Guardian

I'm lost in my reverie
of how my feelings
and what I see.
The great loss of life,
both near and so far,
are all the reality
for our lives as they are.
We hear lies, every day.
Hurry up November,
we must vote you away.

From across the divide,
he will come for you,
despoiling the environment,
is his want to do.
Ignoring the scientists
of this great land,
matters not to him.
He does not understand,
environmental issues, he can't see
comes at the expense of you and me.

Ugliness has risen, in our life led,
where many citizens are begging for bread,
in this great country of ours, broken now,
as there is no work or how
to survive, in this, our own land,
as the virus killed, one hundred thousand.
Where is the outrage? The question why,
when our elected leader, continues to lie?

Oh you poor, misguided wretch of a man,
go back to where you once began.
Step up to the window, by your side;
make a decision and then decide,
to leave the citizens of this land
in worse shape now,
than when you first ran.

America feels completely chaotic today. Protesters are marching in major cities, sometimes looting; police appear to be attacking them and the journalists covering the protests. Rather than calming the situation, the president has thrown gasoline on the fire, which escalated yesterday’s fight with Twitter. Trump launched a blistering verbal attack on China and announced that the United States is withdrawing from the World Health Organization in the midst of a deadly pandemic. Meanwhile, new information suggests that the Trump administration did, indeed, collude with Russia...............Read more

Do you know me,
for I am yours?
Found in the filth
on the dirty floors.
Words, spewed every day,
of hate and names,
of those which
I cannot say.
Words so hateful,
words of spite,
you're something else,
of that I am right.

You have bankrupted our Nation.
You have bankrupted your soul,
when you attack the Citizens,
with your lies, above all.
Don't tell us we are
on the road to recovery,
when the loss of life
and jobs mess up our economy.
You sir are a piece of work,
for the presidential duties you shirk.

Here we sit in our family room.
He's now on TV; a purveyor of gloom.
He lies; They spew from out his mouth.
He says East is West; North is South.
How can one believe what his words are?
He spins the truth, both near and far.

Your head is thick.
Your skin is thin.
Oh what a fix,
You've put us in.
You have no Plan,
For us to win.
A gasp, a moan,
Is what we hear.
We're on our own.
That's not a plan,
But a death sentence,
Is what we understand.
You're a heartless one,
That is for sure.
But we'll go on.
We will endure.
One thing we do
Is get you out,
So please vote Blue,
to leave no doubt.

Mock bravado,
is what you do.
Not wearing a mask,
makes a fool out of you.
The act,
no mask for thee,
sets a poor example,
that your followers see.
A pox on you,
you childish man,
with your feet of clay
and head of sand.