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They Shut It Down - Remember This

We are the United States of America.

A country founded on land that was black and brown first (read They Came Before Columbus and Before The Mayflower).

This was supposed to be a vast open space of opportunity for all, justice for all, liberty for all.

All means all, simply all, not just the white, not just the wealthy, not just the English speaking.

That is what the promise of the United States of America was supposed to be.  A place where one can be their fullest self, unhindered by religious dogma, unconstrained by birth class, unchained from royal lines.

We have lived through many audacities that are against our creed - slavery being the one that still reverberates with the lingering racism that permeates our society.

There is hypocrisy running rampant in our Congress.  They, specifically the Tea Party faction, those that rose to power through white fear of a black president, they shut down the government, like spoiled children, because of Obamacare.

Our nation is a laughing stock, shut down instead of giving affordable health care to the millions in our country who do not have it.  Like spoiled rich kids on the playground, our white men in congress and their white women allies (you may not like the reference to race, but that is what they have used and played to all these years, they did not protest the illegal wars of Bush or the destruction of our economy through Bush II, so let's not pretend this is about anything other than race) have shut down, taken their marbles, jump ropes, and balls off the court because they were not as good as their mouths proclaimed.  Like spoiled extortionists.

Remember this, remember this, remember this and be at the polls when it is time to vote them out.  Fifty years after the March on Washington, the fight is still the same, economics, that gets infused with racial rhetoric and fear of the other.  Remember this and go vote, do not let them keep doing this, our children demand action from us.

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