Coverage of Fargo #ClimateCrisis Strike

Happy that KVRR covered the Fargo #ClimateStrike yesterday. Glad to be able to speak out on the value of peaceful protest and how crucial it is that government leaders doing something – lots of things – to address the #ClimateCrisis NOW. #StrikeWithUs #ThereIsNoPLANetB

People from all walks of life, from as young as age 5 to grandparents in their 80s, protested in Fargo yesterday (9/20/19) about government inaction on the #ClimateCrisis. Continue reading “Coverage of Fargo #ClimateCrisis Strike”

Establishment Democrats – You Can’t Have It Both Ways

The new generation of progressives is here. Democratic Party, it’s time to listen and act on their priorities, and in the aggressive manner they demand.

“Their Judgement Cometh and That Right Soon”

I’ve been listening to Democrats bemoan disengagement by the younger generation for decades now. “Young people don’t vote,” they’ve whined, and, “young people don’t get involved.”

For a long time, they’ve been right.

Guess what. The young people have arrived. They’re voting. They’re getting involved. And they’re making their voices heard among Democrats and Republicans both.

But many establishment Democrats aren’t too happy about it.

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Top 10 Reasons to Become a North Dakota Progressive

Being a “progressive” in North Dakota is the greatest. Just check out all these kick-ass reasons to become one….

Being a “progressive” in North Dakota can be tough. No doubt about it.

This state is so deep red that even the sky is crimson a good part of the time. Especially around suppertime. What’s up with that? To be fair, it’s blue once in a while, too, but always a very light hue.

Even so, there are some things about being a “progressive” in North Dakota that are worth considering. Here are the top 10:

10. Enter a crowded room and you’ll always know exactly where you stand. Don’t worry, it doesn’t take long to get used to being alone in the corner…

9.  Few people around here really understand “progressive” – they’ve never seen one in real life – so you’ll be surrounded by an aura of mystery. The only downside is no one appreciates the sarcastic messages on your political T-shirts.

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Give Thanks for Peaceful Protesters

U.S. citizens are a fifth element in our system of checks and balances, along with the three official branches of government and legitimate news media. Peaceful protest is one expression of that responsibility.

This Year, Celebrate the People Who Drive Necessary Change

Before there was a Civil Rights Act, before women could vote, before the devastation of Trump, there were peaceful protesters.

These are people who, by raising their voices, hands and signs, have spurred our government to act on much-needed, necessary, even crucial change or to change course on policies that have been harmful or misguided.

What protesters have done for the nearly two-and-a-half centuries of our existence, and even before, has been no cup of tea.

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Exiled on Broadway / But We Are the Champions, My Friends

It could have been subconscious at work. Or it might have been a happy accident, since I’d been listening to The Stones the day before and it was still queued up. Or maybe, just maybe, it was providence. / As I turned east from University Drive onto 7thAvenue North on Saturday, January 21, headed for the Fargo, N.D., edition of the Women’s March, the stereo was kickin’ out “Pass the Wine” full blast. 

Sometimes things don’t work out the way you want / I don’t know if I’m gonna laugh or cry… / But listen, I’ll tell you / I’m glad to be alive and kickin’ / I’m glad to hear my heart’s still tickin’ / So pass me the wine, baby, and let’s make some love. – The Rolling Stones, “Pass the Wine” from “Exile on Main St.”

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It could have been subconscious at work. Or it might have been a happy accident, since I’d been listening to The Stones the day before and it was still queued up. Or maybe, just maybe, it was providence.

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