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For those not following on twitter - Mike Pence went to Hamilton tonight - got booed by the entire audience, was subjected to massive extended applause after “Immigrants, we get the job done”, and then King George sang “On Your Own” directly to him leading to a three minute standing ovation for the King.

Finally some good news.

I had to share
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One can hope…

My heart fills with peace just looking at this picture.

imma tell y’all now how this ends…if for some reason these two run in 2020, they won’t be in the same ticket, they’ll run opposite each other in the primaries. You’ll then vilify michelle for supporting her husband’s policies or maybe making some high paying speeches as a private citizen or for setting up a foundation that does good work and you’re tired of dynasties, be mad that Bernie once again got rigged by DNC even tho he lost by every measure except Bernie math, then when she runs again the incumbent Trump, you’ll vote for the new Gary Johnson or Jill Stein coz you can’t in good conscience vote for someone who doesn’t share your beliefs 100%.

then we’ll have trump for another four years. maybe in 2024 you all will help elect Ann Coulter. 

Let’s leave aside the sheer lack of grasp of reality it takes to blithely say “let’s nominate Barack Obama’s wife next time” when this country two days ago elected a man who was endorsed by the KKK and who was caught on tape bragging about sexually assaulting women, and did so in large part because of sheer hatred of former first lady Hillary Clinton and backlash against Barack Obama.  Let’s leave that aside, and focus on the sick glorification cycle that has been creeping up in the more liberal side of the democratic party.  

You elected Barack Obama - cue cheering, joyful weeping, history made.  Then, apparently because you have no actual functioning knowledge of how politics works in a democratic society where there are three branches of government and some people disagree with you, you trashed him when he turned out not to be able to wave a magic wand and accomplish all of his goals at once simply by virtue of being elected.  You let an obstructionist Congress get in and left him with it for years instead of voting them out, and you trashed him for not somehow making sufficient Hope ‘n Change happen. 

You remember what you, the liberal wing of the party, did about 4, 5 years ago? You started fantasizing about a Hillary Clinton Presidency AU to the extent that actual tv shows were made imagining a world where Hillary, suddenly a perfect magical being compared to Weak Disappointment Barack Obama, mounted a primary challenge against him.  Of course when she actually ran for president, and people actually had to pay attention to her real record, they suddenly started portraying her as worthless corrupt trash because she wasn’t the flawless wetdream people had imagined her to be - despite the fact that 90% of the things she was criticized for (for example: voting for the Iraq War, having Wall Street connections, being Bill Clinton’s wife in the 90s) were already true in 2011-2012.  Because you didn’t care who she actually was or what she had actually done.  Your shiny symbol had been slightly tarnished, so you deemed it worthless and wanted to throw it out in favor of a different, shinier one.

So you know what I think is happening with the above graphic?  I think 99% of you people reblogging this don’t know shit about Michelle Obama, who has in fact consistently expressed the opposite of a desire to run for office, and you don’t care to know.  You’re not actually trying to pick a good candidate here, you’re not examining your newly elected legislators and governors for an actual up-and-comer, you’re not doing the real work to plan for the future.  You’ve just decided Michelle is your latest idealized perfect candidate who makes you feel liberal for supporting her.  Conveniently, she’s also someone you can put next to Bernie in a photo in order to mask the sheer misogyny that has been running underneath the liberal distaste for Hillary Clinton, a woman whose positions are to the left of Barack Obama’s, in fact to the left of virtually every president in history, and to the left of most of the democratic legislature.  So let’s be real here.  If Michelle ran for office you’d suddenly be shocked, shocked, by how she fell short of whatever outrageous standards you set up for her, and you’d probably also blame her for not divorcing her husband for failing to close down Guantanamo or whatever fucking thing suddenly becomes a convenient excuse to dismiss her.

You’re a political group who purports to support women and people of color, but in practice you have used them as temporary symbols of unimpeachable perfection, and you deem them to be failures as soon as you notice that they’re whole and complex people and functioning politicians.  You don’t care how politics work, you don’t know or care who Michelle is or what her actual candidacy would look like, deep down you just want symbols that make you look progressive for voting for them.  I know you’re not doing it on purpose, but that’s what you’re doing.

Delusional graphics wishing for a Michelle Obama presidency are not a substitute for the deep, deep soul-searching that this party, especially the allegedly liberal wing of this party, needs to do to figure out why it was such a struggle for it to prioritize the actual rights of women, poc, immigrants, lgbt, disabled and disadvantaged people over idealogical purism. 
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I’m gonna outlive donald trump i dont care how long i have to wait i wanna live in a world where he doesnt exist and I dont have to hear or see him 

Spite, fuel me

im not goin anywhere

god this was so uplifting to read
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what do we do tho? like, honestly? what happens if he’s elected? what do we honest to god do?

Coming from the UK after our own catastrophe: you make his life hell. You make his government’s life hell. Anything and everything shitty that they want to do, you protest, you campaign, you petition, you lobby. You tie the whole thing up in so much red tape that Mr I’ve-Never-Had-Anyone-Say-No-To-Me starts loathing his job.

You create private safe zones, you look out for one another, you let your now validated racist, homophobic, transphobic neighbours know that their bigotry will not be tolerated through any means you feel it’s safe to do so. You join forces. Despite everything, you thrive out of spite, out of survival, out of a need to protect your own.

All of these communities have faced untold amounts of hell before and we’re all still here. It’s in our history to survive – in our genetic makeup. There will be losses and there will be casualties but in four years you’ll still be here and you’ll vote him out and the time to grieve will be then. For now, fight. In any way you can, even if all you can do is get through each day at a time. Fight him every step of the way.
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me: im not gonna even watch the election results im just gonna relax and play some video games and check in after midnight to see what it looks like

me: *opens 5 animated real-time maps, 3 liveblogs, 8 political analysts twitter feeds, stares into the abyss*
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Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the black man bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the black man, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The abuse and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again
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It’s gotten to the point where the war between “I want to be well-informed” and “I want to have a good day” has become more like “I want to be well-informed” vs “I want to be a functional human being”, so … that settles that. I’ve voted, I have my “don’t you fucking dare vote third-party” rant ready for facebook on Monday, and I’ve blocked all mentions of politics on tumblr. Now it’s time to focus on whatever the fuck it takes to not have one long uninterrupted panic attack from now until Wednesday.

…so, nanowrimo, and fanfiction, and podcasts, and a lot of baking and cooking. And trying to spend more time around other people because I am feeling a slightly frantic need for more human contact lately and these things are probably related.
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who else is terrified about finding out whether or not your rights and safety are going to be jeopardized in 7 days lmao
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So I don’t think I’ve mentioned this, but in the summer of 2015, just like every summer for the past 9 years, I found myself in Wolfeboro, NH. Wolfeboro has a couple of claims to fame: it claims to be America’s first resort town, it’s located on beautiful Lake Winnepausakee, and it’s also, famously, the summer stomping grounds of Mitt Romney (also Jimmy Fallon, but nobody I know has ever successfully spotted him in the wild).

You see Mitt around town quite a bit, actually. Walking in the annual 4th of July parade. Ushering his photogenic Mormon brood around the quaint little shops. That kind of thing. My dad is an accomplished Romney-spotter and once saw him at the Redbox at the local Harvest Market, ringed by security as he ordered a movie from a vending machine like a person. 

“Honey!” My dad whispered to my mother. “It’s Mitt Romney!”

“What?” she replied, while paying for groceries like an adult.

“Mitt Romney!” he hissed, slightly louder. “At the Redbox!”

“What?” she asked again, bagging her groceries like a responsible human.

“Mitt Romney!” he shouted.

Romney’s security jerked to attention like Dobermans. My mother left the Harvest Market that day with her head hung in shame.

Anyway, my point is, people who spend any amount of time in Wolfeboro are pretty used to the occasional Romney sighting. Which means that this particular incident didn’t initially strike us as odd.

Summer 2015. The entire family (minus my dad, who has never forgiven himself for missing it) went out to Bailey’s Bubble, a local ice cream stand/landmark/treasure, where we encountered a massive line. Like way more massive than we were used to. Weirder still, after we’d been in line for a few minutes, police came by and started to carefully fence us in with yellow tape. Either there’d been an adorable, ice cream based fatality, or there was a Romney afoot.

After a bit of craning and standing on tiptoe, we confirmed it was the second thing and he’d set up shop right beside the shop, doing some glad-handing, kissing some babies. You know, politician stuff. 

So we relaxed and settled into waiting in line and casually snapping Romney creepshots to text to my dad, until something amazing happened. A large man, having received his ice cream order, moved over to stand beside Romney and join in with the glad-handing.

“Who is that?” I asked, squinting.

“Is that Chris Christie?” asked my mom.

Reader, it was.

At this point, we are snapping furiously and branching out to texting our Republican cousins with messages along the lines of “ha ha, we’re here and you’re not and we don’t even appreciate it ‘cause we’re liberal scum.”

And because we were so busy furiously mocking the only Republicans in our family, we didn’t even notice when a smaller man moved to stand next to them until my mom said, “Oh, that is not Marco Rubio.”

It was Marco Rubio, and my family, in addition to half of the town of Wolfeboro, had stumbled onto a three-way political ice cream date.

We relayed the news to our dad and our cousins, who were presumably weeping tears of deep red Republican blood by this point. We really, really wanted to get a picture with all three of them, but by the time we made it to the front of the line, they had gone.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot over the past several months as Trump has risen to power and the GOP has begun to slowly turn in on itself like an ouroboros made of racism. While watching the debates or reading whatever hideous thing Trump said this time, I’ll suddenly think back to Romney, Christie, and Rubio enjoying some delicious ice cream just over a year ago. They seemed happy, full of potential, seeding goodwill and familiarity among the wealthy vacationers in that line. Surely, these people would be their constituents in the coming year. Surely, in November 2016, these people would vote for some kind of mythical Rubio/Christie ticket while remembering that magical summer evening. 

None of them could have known that their dreams would be crushed by a rapacious decaying jack-o-lantern in a red power tie in just a few short months. 

Like, think about this. Could Romney have guessed that he’d be actively denouncing his party’s candidate? Did Chris Christie know he’d end up as the pathetic lapdog of a moldy tangerine fascist? Did Marco Rubio ever suspect that he’d be metaphorically disparaging the size of his opponent’s penis at a rally, because the quality of political discourse had sunk that low? How could they have known? How could any of us?

I think I witnessed the last golden days of the GOP’s happiness in that line outside of Bailey’s Bubble. The last moments when it seemed to anybody like this election would be remotely normal. And I don’t think any of them will be able to enjoy ice cream like that again for a very long time.

Which, frankly, is what they deserve for making me wait in a line that fucking long.
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“I took a break from my rigorous nap schedule to be here. And as you’ve already heard, it’s a treat for all of you too, because usually, I charge a lot for speeches like this.”

“Getting through these three debates with Donald has to count as a miracle, so I guess I’m up against the highest, hardest, stained glass ceiling.”

“I just wanna put you all in a basket of adorables.”

“You look so good in your tuxes, or as I refer to them, ‘formal pantsuits.’”

“Donald, if at any time you don’t like what I’m saying, feel free to stand up and shout ‘WRONG’ while I’m talking.”

“It’s amazing I’m up here after Donald. I didn’t think he’d be okay with a peaceful transition of power.”

“Donald, after listening to your speech, I will also enjoy listening to Mike Pence deny that you ever gave it.”

“Remember, if you don’t like how it turned out, it must be rigged.”

“People look at the Statue of Liberty and see a proud symbol […] Donald looks at the Statue of Liberty and sees a 4, maybe a 5 if she loses the torch and tablet and changes her hair.”

“I understand I am not known for my sense of humor. That’s why it did take a village to write these jokes.”

“I’m not boring at all. In fact, I’m the life of every party I attend, and I’ve been to three.”

“When the parties get out of hand, as occasionally they do, it’s important to have a responsible chaperone who can get everyone home safely, and that is why I picked Tim Kaine to be my vice president.”

“You notice there is no teleprompter here tonight, which is probably smart because maybe you saw Donald dismantle his prompter the other day. And I get that. They’re hard to keep up with, and I’m sure it’s even harder when you’re translating from the original Russian.”

“Donald wanted me drug-tested before last night’s debate, and look, I gotta tell you, I am so flattered that Donald thought I used some sort of performance enhancer. Now actually, I did. It’s called preparation.”

“I’ve had to listen to Donald for three full debates, and he says I don’t have any stamina. That is four and a half hours. I have now stood next to Donald longer than any of his campaign managers.”

“Whoever wins this election, the outcome will be historic. We will either have the first female president or the first president who started a Twitter war with Cher.”

“If Donald does win, it’ll be awkward at the annual President’s Day photo, when all the former presidents gather at the White House. And not just with Bill – how is Barack gonna get past the Muslim ban?”

“Donald has issues. Serious issues. Really, really serious issues.”

“[Donald] actually sent me a car to bring me here tonight. Actually, it was a hearse.”

“Donald really is as healthy as a horse, you know, the one Vladimir Putin rides around on.”

“I will be the healthiest and youngest woman ever to serve as president.”

“I’ve tried to inspire young people […] and [Donald] is doing the same. A third-grade teacher told me that one of her students refused to turn in his homework because it was under audit.”

“Here’s another similarity. The Republican National Committee isn’t spending a dime to help either one of us.”

“Let’s embrace the spirit of the evening, let’s come together, remember what unites us, and just rip on Ted Cruz.”

“I hope you enjoyed my remarks tonight. I said ‘no’ to some jokes that I thought were over the line, but I suppose you can judge for yourself on Wikileaks in the next few days.”
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2015 - Here are some gifs of Donald Trump being attacked by a bald eagle named Uncle Sam, literally the least patriotic thing that can happen to an American. [video]

I’m reblogging this again because I finally realized why this is so funny to me, as a bird person.

In the first gif, what you’re seeing is a man who has zero idea how to handle a bird. That’s a heavy bird, and he’s got his arm stretched out as far as it will go in an attempt to keep the bird away from his face. What that does is create unstable footing for Uncle Sam. The handler is there trying to hold up Trump’s arm, but the bird has already realized it needs to leave or it will fall. In the first gif the bird is not attacking Trump- it is trying to get away from him so it doesn’t get hurt.

In the second gif, what we see is a bird that remembers what just happened and is blaming Trump for it. Uncle Sam sees Trump reach for its tether, and makes a lunge at Trump’s hand to keep him away. The bird /does not/ want to hang out with Trump because it has learned that Trump has no idea what he is doing.

Uncle Sam is rejecting Trump based on Trump’s proven inability to properly handle Uncle Sam. And that is both hilarious and beautiful.

Good bird.

Always reblog Uncle Sam telling Trump to fuck off

This is a better explanation of these gifs than I could have given!

I had to reblog this, for obvious reasons.
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i love that hillary calls trump “donald” bc it reminds everyone that he’s held no political position and has no experience, plus it diminishes all the power of the brand name “trump” and instead reminds us of a stuttering idiot duck-looking motherfucker who doesn’t ever know what he’s talking about
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I want to be politically informed and educated but I also wanna have a good day and be in a good mood. Do you see my problem?
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Sent an email to my manager asking for the day after elections off because I’ll probably be a nervous wreck the night before and/or not sleep, and I’m going to want to either bake a really elaborate cake or curl up in a ball and watch TV forever. We’ll see if that’s a valid enough excuse for a day off.
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This clown sub-plot is gonna tie into the main Trump storyline at some point you just know it

A clown is going to kill Trump

Jared Leto redemption arc
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Watch: Nyle DiMarco reminds voters what’s at stake on election day for people with disabilities

[Nyle DiMarco signing] You can keep this ad muted if you want and keep scrolling past it. But if you’re still listening to my voice, please know that there are a lot of people out there without one. Among the 50 million Americans living with a disability, many don’t have the ability to work, to travel, or to do countless other things you might take for granted. So this November, please consider voting for the only candidate with a plan to change that.

Hillary Rodham Clinton is the  only candidate running for any public office (from local school boards, to city and town mayors, to state legislatures, the House of Representatives, Senate. or President) to use the word “Disabled” without flinching, or hedging, or euphemism.

And, my honey children, the words of politicians have washed over my ears since the days of Lindon Johnson; they’ve actually meant something to me since Jimmy Carter was running for President.

And Hillary Clinton is the first to #SayTheWord: “Disabled”

…and speak of us as people who matter, whose lives have value.

Think about that.

We know Donald Trump’s attitude toward the Disabled, thanks to the way he publicly mocked New York Times reporter Serge Kovaleski, last year, and how he seems to confuse the ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act –a federal law) with the M.D.A . (Muscular Dystrophy Association – a charity famous for its pity porn telethons). Source.

But did you know that Jill Stein, who many Left-leaning “Bernie or Bust” voters are choosing as their ‘protest vote,’ is actively courting the Anti-Vaxxer crowd, and talking about “The Autism Epidemic” in her speeches and tweets? Source.

Hillary Clinton isn’t “The lesser of two evils.” From a Disability Rights perspective, she’s “The best of the bunch.”

*rolls off her soapbox; removes the portable ramp*

But did you know that Jill Stein, who many Left-leaning “Bernie or Bust” voters are choosing as their ‘protest vote,’ is actively courting the Anti-Vaxxer crowd, and talking about “The Autism Epidemic” in her speeches and tweets? Source.

Bolding that because so many of my friends are choosing Jill Stein when really she’s not a great candidate for the disabled.
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You know, it’s funny - I used to just support Hillary by merit of “Not Donald Trump” (or, honestly, “Not a Republican”). I was feeling the Bern pretty hard during the primary elections, and I just was really concerned that she wasn’t liberal enough, wasn’t honest enough, was offput by the Debbie Wasserman Schultz stuff, etc., etc.

And then I… actually started reading things? And realized that she had the exact same PoliticFacts honesty rating as Bernie Sanders? That I was falling for a narrative of repeated indictment constructed by Republicans seeking to delegitimize her way back when?

So then I started rethinking things. And around this time, I got a call, actually, from my local Democratic party organizing group - not strictly “for Hillary” so much as generally trying to organize the disparate Democratic groups in the area, which is something I’d wanted for a while. So obviously, I went in, and at first we met once alongside some others from my family, but it became quickly apparent that he was really, really interested in meeting later to discuss social media strategies. Like, that was clearly the biggest thing he was interested in. Simultaneously, it became apparent that he’d organized for Hillary in the primaries. I agreed to meet for a coffee later to discuss strategies, but at the meeting, I went ahead and made it pretty clear up front that I’d been a Bernie supporter but I thought unity was important, etc., etc. And he was just…

I guess I’d sort of expected to have to fight for things a little bit? That I’d have to be holding my ground, that he’d be sort of smug or whatever, but it wasn’t like that at all. He was just immediately welcoming, talking about how glad he was to have me aboard, how important he thought it was to address Bernie supporter’s concerns, how much great work Bernie had done and how eager they were to integrate it into the campaign. But the moment that really stuck with me was when he made a casual reference to abortion rights as “women’s rights” and I stopped him and went “That’s trans exclusionary, I don’t like to call them that.” (Grade A Tumblr discourse, right?) And he didn’t get defensive or anything, just immediately went “Oh, I’m sorry, what should I be calling them?” I was a little taken aback and immediately checked back into the conversation, explaining that “reproductive rights” was more inclusive, etc.

He immediately thanked me and explained that this was why he was so excited to have me and people like me in the campaign, to make sure everyone was included.

I left the conversation feeling a lot more optimistic about this whole thing, feeling like maybe I wasn’t just chipping in to stave off a worst case scenario and was actually fighting fo a cause that was actively including me.

But the real tipping point was… embarrassingly recent, if I’m honest, and came about through a Spotify ad of all things. You may have heard it a zillion times - “millions of jobs”, yada yada yada, but with the stinger at the end that you should go onto her site and read The Plan. “You know, maybe I should actually read that whole ‘Plan’ thing,” I said, and did.

And uh, guys. Do you… has anyone else actually read this? I won’t say I agree on every single point, but there is so much that I’m actually really excited about??

I knew that Hillary was opposed to voter ID laws and probably vaguely supported early voting, but did you also know that she plans to do automatic voter registration at the age of 18 like we’ve wanted to happen for ages? I knew that Hillary had talked about “mending trust between the police and Black communities”, but did you know that her platform explicitly includes body cameras? Did you know that it specifically calls out the school to prison pipeline and her plan to end it? Did you know that it specifically calls out ending private prisons? Did you know that it specifically calls out ending violence against trans women of color with a crosslink to her LGBT rights platform? Did you know that it talks about defending Puerto Rican rights, something even a lot of the mainstream Tumblr SJ discourse tends to overlook?

And that’s just two of the pages on this thing! Look at this stuff! She has the only autism platform that has the ASAN stamp of approval and explicitly includes autistic adults! She has explicit plans to fight anti-LGBT “conversion therapy” and to upgrade the service records of everyone discharged for being queer! Increased HIV/AIDs combating funding including increasing the usage of post-exposure prophylaxis (something not too surprising in retrospect, I suppose, given the Clinton Foundation’s long history of combating HIV/AIDs).She not only supports debt-free college education at all state colleges (something I knew), but she has plans for investing in historically Black colleges and debt relief plans for people already dealing with student loans! She has a substance abuse platform focused on improving treatment options and eliminating jail time for possession! Mental health infrastructure reform!

And I’m still barely touching on all of this, Jesus Christ - we could be here all day discussing all the policies I looked at and went “Oh, wow, that’s actually pretty in line with why I liked Bernie.”

So yeah, okay. You win this round, Hillary. I wanted Bernie to be our candidate, but you know what? Maybe sometimes, primaries are just choosing between two candidates who are actually both pretty great. And maybe you’ve proved that you’re actually willing to listen. And all it took to win me over was, uh, me actually reading your campaign page.

But hey, better late than never, right? It was a slow path to get here, but a worthwhile one, and dammit, at least now I can say without reservation that #imwithher

#it wouldn’t do any harm to sit down and read through her entire Plan#and then sit down and read through her Plan from when she was a Senator#and see how many of those specific Plans she got through during her tenure as Senator#aka how many promises she kept#and even more how many of those promises she WORKED FOR throughout those eight years#meaning: if HRC says this is what she wants to do there’s no reason to think she won’t do it#other than your assumption that she is a liar and a fraud#which is an assumption that frankly you ought to be smart enough to question#because you my friend have lived your entire life with the narrative that Bill Clinton Is Evil And Hillary Is Worse#I mean the same people who push the ‘she’s corrupt and a liar’ narrative#are the ones who’ve been saying she’s a Secret Lesbian for a quarter century#so IDK if you really want to rely on those particular sources (via @leupagus)


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