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America, Bless Up, and Children: We don't have kids, so my wife and I took our dog around to look at lights in the neighborhood. He was in awe I met a former hotel executive last year. Nice British gentleman, polished, funny, quietly brilliant (obviously - running an internationally recognized hotel chain is no walk in the park). He came to America (Los Angeles). He was directed to the immigration office. He presented an English passport. He was told to come back the next day. He did. The immigration office tendered him a green card. That was it. So began the story of a man who came to America on a whim and built a company that continues to employ tens of thousands of Americans at all levels of income and has handed Uncle Sam millions (if not billions) of tax dollars. This is nothing if not the American Dream. Last week, a 7-year-old Guatemalan girl died, hours after she was taken into Border Patrol custody. Out of respect, the media will not report her name, so I will honor her by calling her Maria. Maria died of septic shock and dehydration. Before Maria’s death, her body temperature was measured at 105.7 degrees. The treatment to which my hotelier pal was afforded by this country in the 1950s was a bit different from the treatment Maria and many others showing up at our border experience. We are a great country. We have great people working for our federal government. We have been great in the past and we will be great in the future but God is sending us a message. Like children who die in classrooms of gun violence, children like Maria who die painful deaths trying to get to the promised land of America are examples upon which we must reflect. And we must change. We can do better. We simply have to. Bless up.

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Bad, Cars, and Friends: poerobots: The first hint that something might be different this time came the morning after the shootings, from a Douglas High School sophomore named Sarah Chadwick, who informed the President of the United States, via his favorite medium, in words that quickly went viral, “I don’t want your condolences you fucking piece of shit, my friends and teachers were shot.”Their grief was raw, their rage palpable. Emma Gonzalez, a senior at Douglas, had the most searing indictment:“The people in the government who were voted into power are lying to us. And us kids seem to be the only ones who notice and are prepared to call B.S.“Companies, trying to make caricatures of the teen-agers nowadays, saying that all we are are self-involved and trend-obsessed and they hush us into submissions when our message doesn’t reach the ears of the nation, we are prepared to call B.S.“Politicians who sit in their gilded House and Senate seats funded by the N.R.A., telling us nothing could ever be done to prevent this: we call B.S.“They say that tougher gun laws do not prevent gun violence: we call B.S.”The crowd was now joining in.“They say a good guy with a gun stops a bad guy with a gun: we call B.S.“They say guns are just tools, like knives, and are as dangerous as cars: we call B.S.“They say that no laws would have been able to prevent the hundreds of senseless tragedies that occur: we call B.S.“That us kids don’t know what we’re talking about, that we’re too young to understand how the government works.” The crowd was now in a frenzy of anger and sadness, the people around me were tearing up as they yelled, “We call B.S.”And then, in unison, the people gathered began to chant, “Vote them out, vote them out, vote them out.”– Emily Witt, The New Yorker
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