Lemme get this straight.

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A big fat guy in a red suit
will come down the chimney,

Photo Credit: Jacob
A big fat guy in a red suit
will come down the chimney,
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What the hell. Do this. It is just one of the ways we can express our feelings about the fact — yes FACT — that the Russians influenced the 2016 American election.
The entire reason that the Electoral College exists is to protect our nation from an unqualified candidate. Sooo….
From the Daily Kos:
The CIA has said that the Russian government sabotaged this election with the express purpose of aiding Donald Trump. Such foreign interference is exactly what the Founding Fathers feared when they set up the Electoral College—as a final buffer before electing the President of the United States.
Before the Electoral College meets on Monday December 19, President Obama must declassify any and all relevant intelligence to Russia’s interference—and officials must brief the electors before they make this decision.
Please call the White House at 1-855-999-1663 and leave this message to President Obama:
I am requesting that President Obama declassify any and all intelligence related to Russia’s interference of the presidential election—and to brief all members of the Electoral College before they meet on Monday, December 19.
Daily Kos wants you to let them know how it went. But frankly, I’m only asking you to make the one call to the White House.
Do I think this will work?
Do I think that enough electors will change their votes?
Do I think that Hillary will become president?
Sadly “No” is the answer to all of these.
But I don’t know about you, but I must speak up (while I still can). For all the things that are important to me that I yammer on about all the time on this blog.
Again and again — we all must speak up. It’s time to get used to using our loudest, most effective protest voices — not our inside voices. We’re going to be calling this number a whole lot in the next few years.

Image from IMBd. I’m pretty sure that Putin and his Pals are not the nice Russians that arrived on our shores in this 1968 movie. Positive.
UPDATE!!! The phone lines are very busy. You can also email, but calling is better: https://www.whitehouse.gov/contact. Or do BOTH!
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If he did it in a vacuum, it wouldn’t matter. If nobody listened to him, it wouldn’t matter. If nobody took it upon themselves to act on his comments, it wouldn’t matter.
But people do. When Donald Trump Tweets, others act.
And it’s never pleasant.
We’ve all heard the stories. Most recently it was this one:
Chuck Jones, who is President of United Steelworkers 1999, has done a terrible job representing workers. No wonder companies flee country!
What happens after Trump Tweets?
Threats. In phone calls, on social media, in the mail.
Trump himself doesn’t threaten. Like the folks who clean his toilets, he has people for that.
“Cyber Brownshirts” will do the dirty work.
Buckle Up.
I know he’s a Hitler Youth, not a Brownshirt.
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