I love Bernie Sanders. LOVE Bernie Sanders. I've loved him since 2016. I love him still.   He  won Nevada yesterday. That's three  states in a row. Bernie can win. I believed so in 2016, and I believe it now. 

​During this election, I've now contributed twice for a total of $37 dollars. It's the best use of  $37 dollars I can think of. He's a man of the people. His slogan is literally: Not Me. Us. He's the only consistent candidate, the only decent human being  in the race.

I believe this country can improve with Bernie guiding us and inspiring us to be better. Medicare for all is not a pipe dream, it's a basic human right and a real possibility.  Don't believe what republicans or centrists or even what Joe or that piece of trash Bloomberg have to say. It won't be an easy transition, but it's possible, and it's necessary.   

Please, if you're still on the fence about who to vote for, consider voting for Bernie. Do your research. I promise you, he is worth it. 

Here are a few videos you might want to take a look at:

CR

Hi there. I just wanted to pop in and say thank you to the kind gentlemen that replied to one of my essay posts. This was unexpected. I've never gotten a real response on my site before (besides the constant spam), and it came at a time when I was feeling absolutely terrible about myself and my life. Not to say that anything is particularly better now, but I am working on myself, as we all are constantly.   

So I just wanted to thank you, Dan, for my first real interaction on here. It's extremely cool to hear from a fellow Alumnus of UIC.  And congrats to you for winning the same award! If you ever see this post, please reply with a link to your blog! I'd love you read your essay :)

​CR

Thanks again!

A short snippet from my first draft/zero draft:

​      Her mother stared at the ground where bodies lay by Pólemos’ bare, blood-covered feet. She’d been dancing. It wasn’t her talent, but the sight had sparked a sort of joy that she could not contain, and so she’d danced around the dead, celebrating the beauty. “War is not an art, my child, this…” she started, “this is madness.”
      “War is an art,” Pólemos sighed. “Perhaps even more so than Terpsichore’s dancing or Melpomene’s acting. How can Polyhymnia write her hymns without death, Mamma? Without war? I have finally found my purpose. My craft inspires creativity in others. Can’t you see, Mamma? There can be no beauty in this world without darkness, no light without horror.”

-CR