But this time around, with an approving executive itching to sign their work, Republican leadership is pressing toward a comprehensive overhaul, ignoring pleas from Democrats on Capitol Hill for more open debate, and furiously whipping support from wobbly GOP legislators whose defections could imperil their progress.
Trump, for once, seems to be an afterthought. In conversations with more than two dozen attendees at weekend events headlined by Sen. Bernie Sanders to protest the Republican bill – first in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, on Saturday night and then Columbus, Ohio, early Sunday – the President’s name never came up unprompted.
On the sidewalk outside a small concert venue in its Arena District, Columbus resident Kelly O'Rourke, 55, said the political tab for any potential harm the law might do to a grandson born with health issues or her own costs would come due on Capitol Hill
.“I’m going to blame (Senate Majority Leader) Mitch McConnell and the guys who have been there for a million years,” she told CNN, dismissing the President’s role.
“Donald Trump is not a politician,” O'Rourke said. “He has no idea what he is doing. It’s not Donald Trump. It’s everybody who’s in there, laughing at us, thinking, ‘Ha-ha, ho-ho, they have to look at this circus going on and let’s – whisper, whisper, whisper – go do this without anybody knowing.’”
The Senate Republican leadership is pressing for a vote on their overhaul later this week with the goal of passing the bill before lawmakers leave Washington for the July 4 recess. House Republicans passed a similar bill by a narrow margin in May. If the Senate GOP conference can manage 50 votes from their 52 members, the two chambers would likely hash out the differences, then send the paperwork to the Oval Office. So far, a handful of Republicans have said they oppose the bill in its current form.
Outside Washington, the calculus is more complicated. Democrats, along with advocacy and activist groups, have been appealing to the grass roots to flood the offices of Republican elected officials with calls demanding they disown the deeply contentious legislation.
Saturday night in downtown Pittsburgh, Sanders, the Vermont independent who caucuses with the Democrats, rallied more than 1,500 people against the bill on the first leg of a hastily assembled joint barnstorming tour with MoveOn.org.
USA Today: Taylor recording a video diary during the Fearless Album Release Week in 2008. In this short video Taylor documents herself getting ready for the CMA Awards rehearsal in her ensuite at her parents’ old house in Hendersonville, the behind-the-scenes of the actual awards show, and her father, Scott Swift, subtly calling her mother’s side of the family “loud and wonderfully obnoxious”.
Kelly Gale (born 14 May 1995) is a Swedish-Australian model. She’s best known for her work for Victoria’s Secret, as well as being featured in the music video of Duele el Corazón by Enrique Iglesias. Kelly currently resides in New York City with her boyfriend Johannes Jarl.
Her mother Gita is from Pune in India and her father Jeff is from Tatura in Victoria, Australia. She has two younger brothers, 20 yo Sam, and 13 yo Jamie.
At age 13, she was discovered by a model agent outside a coffee shop in Gothenburg. Initially, Kelly’s parents were opposed to her working as a model but she eventually started modeling one year later. One of her first modelling jobs was for H&M, which garnered a lot of attention. Jealous of her early success, other kids at her school bullied her so much that she eventually had to change schools
The Mad Gasser of Mattoon was the name given to the person or persons believed to be behind a series of apparent gas attacks that occurred in Botetourt County, Virginia, during the early 1930s, and in Mattoon, Illinois, during the mid-1940s. The first reported gasser incident occurred at the home of Cal Huffman, in Haymakertown, Botetourt County, where there were three reported attacks over the course of a single night. At about 10:00 pm on December 22, 1933, Mrs. Huffman reported smelling an unusual odor, and was overcome by a feeling of nausea. The odor and the nausea returned again at about 10:30pm, at which time Cal Huffman contacted the police. A third attack occurred around 1:00 a.m., this time affecting the entire house; in total, eight members of the Huffman family were affected by the gas, along with Ashby Henderson, a guest staying at the house.
The next recorded incident occurred in Cloverdale on December 24. Clarence Hall, his wife, and their two children returned from a church service at about 9:00 p.m. They detected a strong, sweet odor and immediately began to feel weak and nauseated. Police investigating the case discovered that a nail had been pulled from a rear window, near where the gas appeared to be the most concentrated, and presumed that the nail hole had been used to inject it into the house. A third incident occurred on December 27, in which Troutville resident A. Kelly and his mother reported similar signs and symptoms to the Huffman and Hall cases. A fourth and fifth incident occurred on January 10, when Mrs. Moore, a guest in home of Haymakertown resident Homer Hylton, reported hearing voices outside before gas was injected into the room through a damaged window. The second attack that night was reported in Troutville, at the home of G. Kinzie.
At least 10 other cases were reported in Botetourt, and 10 years later, over 20 new cases were reported in Mattoon. One witness claimed to have seen the gasser and described “him” as a tall thin woman dressed as a man and footprints belonging to a woman were discovered at some of the scenes.
Kelly Thomas beating suspects acquitted: Once again police brutality is right in the eyes of the law
Police brutality landed another punch towards legitimacy Monday when a jury found two Fullerton police officers not guilty of second degree murder after fatally beating a homeless man in 2011.
Police officers Manuel Ramos and Jay Cicinelli were acquitted of second degree murder and involuntary manslaughter in the death of Kelly Thomas, a homeless resident of Fullerton who also suffered from schizophrenia.
The vile act, caught on a nearby security camera (warning: disturbing images), showed Cicinelli repeatedly bludgeoning Thomas with a Taser Gun as the large-framed Ramos, helped by other officers, pushed his full frame upon the victim’s chest. The audio track caught the voice of Ramos addressing Thomas in a derogatory, mocking and threatening tone.
The incident happened at a bus depot in Downtown Fullerton, popular among Orange County residents for its bar and entertainment scene, on July 5, 2001.
A manager of the Slidebar, a local pop-punk venue owned by the dude from the band Lit, called Fullerton police and reported that cars parked near the Fullerton Transport Center were being vandalized.
Responding officers didn’t find a vandal, or damaged cars, instead coming upon a disheveled man rummaging for scraps in a trash can. His crime? Loitering. Maybe disturbing the peace and senses of the yuppie-hipster clientele of the trendy downtown district.
Thomas was belligerent and uncooperative, the officers alleged, forcing them to call for backup officers. Evidence entered into court proved otherwise.
Video surveillance footage showed Thomas complying with the officers’ orders, some of which sounded like it was meant to confuse a mentally ill person.
Thomas, the son of a former Sheriff’s deputy, died of his injuries five days later.
Click to the other side for images of the beating’s aftermath.
You know what's weird about being in the woods for weeks?
You’ll cry. You may not even be sad. But you will cry.
At 10PM the other night I trekked deeper into the woods with my fellow resident, Kelly, and danced to Run DMC and Big Freedia. My fear of the dark made me do it. I hate to be afraid of anything. And I have been afraid of the dark for as long as I can remember. I’ve been afraid of the dark here.
My reaction to fear is to run headfirst toward the thing that frightens me. Kelly is from Louisiana and she practices voodoo. She had an idea. I followed her into the trees. I was afraid. Then I danced.
When we were done dancing, Kelly said we should turn off our flashlights, hold hands, and walk back. I turned off my flashlight, cleared my head, and took her hand. It seemed the cover of night and some of the tallest trees I’ve ever seen invited us to talk about things that were troubling our spirits. I told her about my fear about the anticipation for my book. What if I can’t deliver? She talked about her third oldest son who isn’t speaking to her. What if he never does again?
Neither of us offered the other answers, only support. We held palms tighter. We walked on. I smiled into the dark, not exactly fearlessly, but without weight. When I got back to my cabin, I removed my shoes, laid down my flashlight, fell into the overstuffed armchair and cried.
What makes you cry is the transformation. The solitude forces you to confront every emotion you’ve been ignoring, all at once, and it will overwhelm you. It does overwhelm you. I am allowing myself to get and be overwhelmed. It’s not sad. It’s dark, but I am finding over and over again here, there is little to fear in the dark.