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Broken windows and this nation's priorities

So….let me get this straight. We can’t deploy federal resources or the national guard to provide masks and protective equipment to doctors and nurses fighting a pandemic….

But can mobilize these forces to deploy around the country within 48 hours of the first window breaking at a protest.

We can’t put together a coordinated response to actually address COVID19 through widespread testing and contact tracing of the immediate contacts of anyone hospitalized from it – or put in place a detailed plan for reopening that was written by Harvard scientists to allow the country to be open SAFELY by early July at a cost of approximately $70 billion….

But we can give away $4 trillion to the same corporations that robbed this country’s economy blind in the 2008 crisis, allowing the NASDAQ to soar to near its pre-pandemic high at the end of May.


We can’t extend unemployment benefits for the over 30 million Americans who recently filed for unemployment, because Mitch McConnell and his pals continue to sit on the bill, which is ready to pass…

But we can demand that people return to work in unsafe conditions where they will likely get sick, in order to pad the pockets of the billionaire business owners they work for.


We can’t convict killer cops…

But we can allow a President who uses coded language (“when the looting starts, the shooting starts”) to signal to his white supremacist base that they can move forward with their plans for a race war.


And then after all this, I’m supposed to be concerned about some broken windows at high-end shops, while police attack and brutalize people exercising their first amendment rights to peaceably assemble all across this country?

Hmm. Somehow broken windows at Louis Vuitton are NOT my top priority right now.

Are they yours???

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