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No Apologies here — Congress, return PAC funds.

 



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Advocacy is not supposed to be pretty. It is not there to ask your permission for something to be stated and shared. A good advocate will not waste time worrying about how they look, the only thing important is the much needed message they send.

Advocacy is not out for profit or gain. Those are camera hogs looking for glory. A good advocate speaks from their heart, the ache of their pain for whatever cause they might be asserting.

Advocacy should be consistent and persistent to weave past disinformation, flatout lies, and decades of conditioning aka brainwashing.

As an advocate I am not out to make friends and schmooze my way through some political ladder. I understand the urgency of my cause (s) — that’s the fire behind the passion. The pain. All of that pain needing healing. Theirs and mine, because once felt, it is unbearable.

A true advocate knows this. A true advocate is willing to turn around and ask their own the very same questions we’re shooting across a divide.

Our politicians in DC have it wrong — somehow they’ve flipped the switch or maybe it was never the way we romanticized, we did not vote for them to be lifted up on our shoulders and worshipped with donations from pacs and undying loyalty ..just because — we voted for them because of a promise to LIFT US UP! Carry our concerns and worries -our voices and our heartaches — We’re supposed to stand on top of their shoulders.

I will not apologize for being an advocate for the causes I hold dear, which are many. I’ve walked an interesting path and each one holds my heart in duality, tears and joy.

Ignoring the voices of the people will not build a levee from the waves being created from voices being spoken. Every time I speak to these issues and send them out into the stratosphere someone is going to pay attention, then they will make someone else pay attention, and so (just remember that 70s commercial for shampoo..and they tell two friends…etc.)

The powers that be can try, but the ripples will grow and rather than someone like me just focusing mainly on one for profit #wallstreet owned corporation raping #medicaid (my opinion) and leaving the vulnerable lingering…ya know…Centene, soon others will be looking into those financial trails. They will discover more, especially how your PACs pass around the dough to one another, after parties and other things.

They will also probably notice #wallstreet owned corporations giving through PACs to both sides, sharing the bribes, and keeping everyone in line (again just my opinion).

They may start realizing #wallstreet makes bank off of division, off of tension, off of greed — and because, it is all a distraction, a shell game ….

I hate those things, don’t you?

#gop #dnc #wallstreet #corruption #greed #yourebeingplayedwakethefuckup #speakupandout #advocatesrock

#healinghearts

#echoe

If you want to support me, start asking questions of the GOP and DNC on your social media. Ask them to return PAC monies. This is not about me, this is an about us.

You can find me on Twit X , until I get kicked off of there like I recently did on Facebook . Tag me and lemme know you heard me my message.

Additionally, you can support my Healing Hearts cause, because sometimes the people have to lead their leaders. All proceeds, minus any fees or taxes, will directly go to vetted programs and organizations to show just how little it takes to be truly Patriotic.

All an advocate can do is try, I am trying, join me.


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