AOC just told the country that our congress members have been bought by the corporations that fund them.
‘We have a system that is fundamentally broken.’ — Rep. @AOC is explaining just how f*cked campaign finance laws really are pic.twitter.com/7rRXf9pD6Z
(6 minutes, and a map with the bridge)
-- in which Hudson goes into detail on how precisely the US and its agencies inside Venezuela have been able to destabilize the Venezuelan economy. This paragraph is critical:
Something to keep in mind…
I just can't get over how the establishment keeps trying to convince us that Joe Biden is the answer.
Oh geeze. Booby's been at this rodeo before.
Mueller hauled before secret FISA court to address FBI abuses in 2002, Congress told
Robert Mueller, the former FBI director and current special prosecutor in the Russia case, once was hauled before the nation's secret intelligence court to address a large number of instances in which the FBI cheated on sensitive surveillance warrants, according to evidence gathered by congressional investigators.
I'm starting to get irritated with Frank's. Because it won't stop being burned down.
Frank's is the heating and air conditioning place. Frank's people come here to sweep the chimney. Service the swamp cooler. Etc. Once a Frank's guy sold me some wood. It was good stuff. I burned it nights, during the maroonment. Kept us all here from becoming icicles.
When the PG&E guys returned the gas, they advised not firing up the gas wall heater, as, from age and wear, there had developed a crack in the chamber, which would pump out carbon monoxide, whenever it whooshed on. That explained why, before the fire, the carbon monoxide alarm would sometimes go off. But not for long. So I ignored it. Now, though, I decided I didn't want to become the guy who survived the fire, only to carbon monoxide himself. So I called the owner, Art, told him of this latest manifestation of the Second Law Of Thermodyanics, and he and I agreed we would call Frank's. They would repair it. But then we remembered Frank's burned. There is no Frank's. Not any more.
I guess I've probably never really been much for small talk. But now there are special difficulties.
The other day I was down in the unburned lands, and somebody asked, cheerily, "so, are you going to watch the Super Bowl?"
