Courtney🤸‍♀️ My Opinion 🎪 Wyrtzen

How dare they exist in front of us. The right has always hated the people Jesus loved, cared for, and charged us to protect.

Was this a hoax as well?

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Folks, here is the truth: Work requirements when it comes to Medicaid are a ruse. It doubles the paperwork, hoping someone will check the wrong box and lose their coverage. It's wrong, and it's cruel.

I spent my day yesterday talking to folks in the Big Sandy Creek area. I asked people what they think the community needs most right now. Almost everyone had the same answer: more volunteers.

Now here’s a picture MN can celebrate. State Senator John Hoffman discharged from ICU today after being shot numerous times during assassination attempt. His family tells me he’s moving to a rehab facility and still has a long road ahead. ⁦@kare11⁩

Just a random reminder that trickle-down economics was invented by conservatives in the 1980s to justify massive tax cuts for the wealthy and corporations. It’s been nothing short of a disaster.

Simple. ANYONE ON THE LIST. I am so sick of this partisan BS, get rid of anyone. It's what we did with Al Franken the moment something came to light and since then it's all just been a tailspin into the garbage dump.

Ghislaine Maxwell could not have sold women and girls for sex without wealthy men buying women and girls for sex. I feel like more people should mention that.

For the first half of my kindergarten year, my family lived in a shitty little apartment complex somewhere in Central Texas. I forget where. I think Waco? Copperas Cove? We moved around a lot. If memory serves correctly, I attended three different schools that year. The apartment complex was right off I-35. We’d fall asleep at night to the muffled rumble of 18-wheelers passing by. The building itself was dingy and sparsely lit. The walls were thin, which meant we’d hear our neighbors’ business, and they definitely heard ours. The best thing about the property was a flag pole in the middle of the parking lot. It shot up out of a small, circular, grassy island. The metallic shaft was immaculate—shiny and nary a scratch—and the tiny greensward beneath it was surprisingly lush. I’m not sure when and where I saw it first—probably during that last pre-kindergarten summer during a Nick-at-Nite marathon, episodes of “Hogan’s Heroes” maybe—but at some point, I saw a flag-raising ceremony on television, and it left a big impression. I don’t remember anything about my first day of school, but I vividly recall the first time I walked outside to wait for the bus and saw Mr. Ramirez go through the process of unfolding the American flag, fastening its eyelets to the snap hooks of the halyard, and then calmly raising it to the top of the pole. I didn’t know a lot about Mr. Ramirez, and I never did find out much about him. He was probably the property manager or handyman. I’d see him around the complex with his tools, and he always had a smile and a brief, kind word for me. “Hey, kiddo” or something like that. One morning, during that first month of kindergarten, I walked out to wait for the bus and saw Mr. Ramirez getting ready to hoist the flag. Having now seen this many times on television and now seeing it a few times in-person, I did what my growing brain thought was appropriate: I rendered a salute, my little hand popping up to just above my brow. He had begun raising the flag when he noticed me standing there—my paw held steady in respect—and cracked the biggest smile and chuckled. You haven’t seen a happier property manager than in that moment. He finished hoisting the flag, secured the halyard, stood at attention, and joined me in saluting it himself. For the five months I lived there, that became our ritual every school morning, even on some weekends. I’d come outside, Mr. Ramirez would show up with the flag, and we’d do our thing. I don’t think I grasped it at the time, but in retrospect, he got a huge kick out of this. He loved it. I did, too. A few weeks into this, my mother and I ran into him one afternoon, and he mentioned it to her. “Your kiddo loves saluting the flag.” She had no idea what he was talking about. He explained what we did every morning, and she still seemed confused. My mother didn’t give much care to these things. Hers was not the life of respect and discipline. Quite the opposite. It’d have been a rare moment for her to ask if I’d done my homework or bathed. But Mr. Ramirez did care. On several mornings when I was running a few minutes late, he wouldn’t start without me. I’d dash outside to find him waiting, flag properly fastened, an easy smile to greet me. “Ready?” I’d nod, and up the flag went, my salute coming up and then his and the halyard was properly secured and we’d both go about our day. We never talked outside of this ritual. Mr. Ramirez didn’t know my mother that well, and he probably thought it inappropriate to chat with me beyond our daily ceremony. Yet even just the fact that a grown adult showed this kind of care meant a lot to me at the time in a way I wouldn’t fully appreciate until much later in life. With all the trouble at home, all the chaos and uncertainty, all the abuse—things which would take many years to process and contextualize—I knew that every morning, Mr. Ramirez would be there waiting for me. I’ve thought about him periodically throughout my life — when I was on flag detail during basic training and during NCO school and most times when I see the flag being carried up away from the earth, all those mornings with Mr. Ramirez will briefly revisit me. It’s very easy to be cynical these days, and it’s especially easy to be cynical about our country. It’s understandable. Every sunrise in America right now brings fresh anxieties about our future. There’s a lot to keep us afraid and tempted into fatalism. I’m not about to tell y’all that everything is gonna be fine. That would be a lie. We’re in for a lot of pain for the foreseeable future. But the only way we’re going to get through this painful era is remembering that the best moments in our country are when we look out for each other. It’s when we build community. It’s when we don’t leave others behind. In the only way he could, Mr. Ramirez showed up for me every morning, reminding me that there were adults who cared about me. I’m thinking about him today. I hope he’d be proud of me. I hope my sense of citizenship has lived up to his. Happy Fourth. ---- Full essay here for easier sharing: charlotteclymer.substack.com/p/what-mr-rami…

We've dropped the paywall on all of our flood coverage at @TexasMonthly. Our journalists have been in the field with first responders, former campers, and those affected since last week. There are so many stories that deserve telling. texasmonthly.com/news-politics/…

This is always my question. Same with other illegal or tabu professions where the people in power get to exploit the service provider, at no risk to themselves. Go after the pockets if you really want to stop it.

NEW: For eight years, Kerr County sought help from Texas officials to pay for a $1 million early flood warning system. Twice, they were rejected. The third time the state agreed to chip in just 5% of the cost. With @keribla houstonchronicle.com/news/investiga…

Lately there’s been a surge of accounts trying to bash families who get SNAP benefits. There’s no shame in being lower income. Their kids need food. I wish more of my tax dollars were spent to feed Americans who need help rather than upgrade a $400 million plane from Qatar.

We’re thinking of all our friends in Texas. ♥️ As you navigate this difficult time, please know you’re not alone. We are here to support you and your family as you rebuild a sense of safety and comfort. For resources to support children through emergencies, visit: m.sesame.org/44Bl3PW.

HEB: The true leaders of Texas

People nationally wonder why Texans are obsessed with @HEB. It’s because they are the physical manifestation of the motto of Texas: Friendship. They leap into action, no questions asked to help. If you want to know what good corporate culture looks like, this is it.

In Kerr County, Texas turned into a nightmare when the Guadalupe River surged violently through the Camp Mystic summer camp on July 4th. Amid the chaos, two 19-year-old Mexican women, Silvana Garza Valdez & María Paula Zárate, saved the lives of 20 girls. belatina.com/two-latina-cam…

Firefighters from Mexico have arrived in Kerr County to assist in search and rescue efforts after the deadly Hill Country floods, marking an international response to the disaster. click2houston.com/news/local/202…

After 29 hours of GOP wrangling, Democratic stalling and the longest speech in House history, lawmakers have at long last begun voting on Trump’s sweeping bill. 🟠 LIVE updates: aje.io/q7y7y0

ACC: 9,500 students could lose aid if Pell grant changes take effect statesman.com/story/news/edu…