Dear Democrats
They didn’t hold press conferences when people couldn’t pay their rent.
They didn’t hold press conferences when people couldn’t afford gas and groceries.
They didn’t hold press conferences when Venezuelan drug gangs took over the entire apartment complexes in Aurora, Colorado .
They didn’t hold press conferences when there was no aid to North Carolina and people were suffering.
They didn’t hold press conferences when the train derailed in East Palestine, Ohio and American citizens were crying because they were afraid they were living in contaminated areas.
They didn’t hold press conferences when they pulled out of Afghanistan and cost 13 young service members their live lives.
They didn’t hold press conferences when they left $8 billion worth of military grade equipment to the Taliban .
They didn’t hold press conferences when parents were begging schools to be reopened because their children were suffering .
They didn’t hold press conferences when they lied to you about inflation for four years after they printed 40% of the dollars that are currently in circulation during the Biden years.
But now Democrats are outraged and crying crocodile tears because somebody got a hold of their slush fund of wacko liberal new world order CIA cut out money.
Now they are on the street having a breakdown because they got caught using $70 billion dollars a year for the benefit of getting reelected, funding pet projects overseas and censoring the American people.
These people hate you
stop voting for them.
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On Christmas Eve, 1975, Dan Fogelberg's mother ran out of whipping cream for her Irish coffee.
It was the smallest errand imaginable. Dan offered to go. He drove through the snow to the Convenient Food Mart on Abington Hill, one of the only stores still open in Peoria, Illinois, on Christmas Eve, walked through the door, turned down the frozen foods aisle, and stopped.
Standing right in front of him was the girl he'd loved in high school.
Dan Fogelberg was born in Peoria in 1951, the youngest of three sons. His father Lawrence was a high school band director, the kind of man who fills a room with music before anyone even notices it's happening. Dan inherited that gift early. He taught himself guitar and piano as a kid, formed his first band at fourteen, and left home for Colorado and California in his early twenties, slowly building the career he'd always been certain was waiting for him.
Before any of that, there was Woodruff High School. And Jill Anderson.
They dated through high school, class of 1969, driving back-country roads ...
