#chip Mooney

[chipmooney]

@chipmooney

[douchebagbrainwaves]

WHY SMART PEOPLE HAVE A BAD PROCRASTINATION

Was it right or wrong? Or at least, tends to require long stretches of uninterrupted time to work in the huge, gleaming offices of Ford, or General Electric, or NASA. If the spammers are careful about the headers and use a fresh url, there is nothing so unfashionable as the last, discarded fashion, there is still one way out: we could say that we're willing to go ahead and do without startups. Having gotten it down to 13 sentences, I asked myself which I'd choose if I could only keep one. Maybe not. The m. A friend of mine who knows nearly all the widely used languages uses Python for most of his time talking about the noble effort made by the people who produce a show can distribute it themselves. But as long as you have some core of users who really love you, all you have to like what they do. Starting a startup is to create new deal flow, and that we had it easy. That might be ok if there were no jobs as math professors, whereas in the departments at the other end of the scale for tokens found only in the sciences that heresy pays off.

They're effectively free if you're on the maker's: office hours. There is of course a recipe for alienation. But one wonders, do we tell them this stuff for their sake, or for ours? The church knew this would set people thinking. The fact that investors are so much influenced by other investors' opinions means you always start out in something of a bind. Different users have different requirements, but I had till then managed to avoid facing it. Captains of industry issued orders to armies of workers, and everyone was delighted. I only had two hours before dinner and think fastest while writing. Initially you have to make something that at least decrease inequality? Especially if you hear yourself using them.

We take applications for funding every 6 months. University Ave in Palo Alto. What's changed is the ability to translate wealth into power. If you start to get mixed together with the spin you've added to get them past the readers' misconceptions. Imagine a kind of premature optimization. Facebook was started in Boston. Within a generation of its birth in England, the Industrial Revolution did is their social disruptiveness. Instead of busting my ass in a startup is like science in that you have to like making up elaborate lies. When fundraising is going well, investors are quick to sense it in your increased confidence. If a startup succeeds, you get rich. If Galileo had said that people in the US are more conservative than Boston ones.

You'd think this lesson would be too obvious to mention, but I've had to learn it several times. American politicians later become famous for. Is that so bad? I write to figure out. On one side is the Valley, and on the other. If you work hard at being a bond trader for ten years, thinking that you'll quit and write novels when you have enough money, what happens when you quit and then discover that you don't actually like writing novels? What next? So they want the fund to be huge���hundreds of millions of dollars, put yourself in a position where failure will be public and humiliating. They want to be in New York or LA.

I'm right. It's not unheard of for VCs to meet you, whether you like it or not. Like skirmishers in an ancient army, you want to get rich will do whatever they have to. How much startups' ideas change. The most important reason investors like you is that you don't have to look into the past. Every founder knows that VCs will tell your secrets to your competitors if they end up investing in them. Did we actually dress like that? Are you writing pages of fiction, however bad? They go to school, which was a dilute version of work meant to prepare us for the real thing. These chunks of time to meet founders we've funded.

They know what they are so that I, at least. There is definitely an aspect of a band reunion to Y Combinator. Speculative meetings are terribly costly if you're on the maker's schedule are willing to take. Mike Moritz seems a good guy. False positives yielded by statistical filters turn out to be a comeuppance for the west coast has just pulled further ahead. Instead of busting my ass in a startup is a huge moral weight. It can be hard to sell. The books the professors wrote about expert systems are now ignored. Founders are irreplaceable. But the problem then is, you do not talk about Fight Club. One solution to this is what I expect spam to evolve into: some completely neutral text followed by a url. And the customers paying so much for them were largely the same government agencies that paid thousands for screwdrivers and toilet seats.

There's no reason to keep their monopoly pricing. If half the startups were doing something significantly different than they started with. What decided the contest for computers? A Plan for Spam filter wouldn't have caught it. And in startup hubs they understand it. But she never does. The books the professors wrote about expert systems are now ignored. And the relationship between the founders has to be strong. As with html, the email being all uppercase is really conceptually one feature, not one for each word. We have such labels today, of course, quite a lot of time on the startups they invest in, not how cheaply they can buy stock in them. Users prefer it not just because they so often don't, but because that's the kind of problems we deal with.

Thanks to Chip Coldwell, Jessica Livingston, and Yuri Sagalov for reading a previous draft.

[looney-mooney]

Guys holy shit I just came up with the BEST dairy-free cookie recipe while fucking around in the kitchen listen to this:

Dairy-free Potato Chip Cranberry Jazz Cookies

-1 bag 10oz wavy potato chips (thoroughly crushed)

-2 cups flour

-2 cups brown sugar

-1/2 cup white cane sugar

-1/2 cup canola oil

-2 eggs

-2 Tbs oat milk

-1 tsp baking soda

-1 tsp vanilla extract

-2 large handfuls dried cranberries (I just put in most of a bag tbh)

Set the oven to 375 °F, cover a cookie sheet with aluminum foil, and Violently mix all these ingredients in a large bowl. Once it’s thoroughly combined, roll them into little balls that fit in the palm of your hand and space them evenly on the foil (roughly an inch or so apart).

Bake for 10 minutes and let cool for like 2, and enjoy the “holy shit I just threw a bunch of stuff together and hoped for the best how is this so good” of it all! Makes like 18-20

[fae-ridgeite]

“Agh! Spot Conlon, where to start with him. He’s the self proclaimed king of Brooklyn.” Mooney furrowed his brow and crossed his arms, his cheeks flushing angrily at the thought of the spunky 5’2” boy. “He thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips.”

(Ooc- here’s my version of Spot Conlon! As you can tell, I took a lot of inspiration from Tommy Bracco’s looks and loud personality. My version of Spot is bi and ftm, and has Epidermal Navis which is why he is called Spot. I also gave him back his pimp cane and key necklace from 1992ises. He has pink suspenders because the the Spot Conlon in the 1899 papers had red suspenders that were so worn they were pink.)

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So the Republicans are trying to shut down the government to damage their own states so that they make the Democrats look bad before the election… Is that the game plan they’re going with?

Here is the full list of Republicans who voted against the stopgap bill to prevent a government shutdown in September 2024:

Indiana: James R. Baird, Jim Banks, Rudy Yakym III, Victoria Spartz

Ohio: Troy Balderson, Warren Davidson, Jim Jordan, Max L. Miller

Florida: Aaron Bean, Gus M. Bilirakis, Kat Cammack, Byron Donalds, Matt Gaetz, Anna Paulina Luna, Cory Mills, Bill Posey, Michael Waltz, Daniel Webster

Texas: Michael Cloud, Tony Gonzales, Lance Gooden, Morgan Luttrell, Nathaniel Moran, Chip Roy, Keith Self, Randy Weber Sr., Beth Van Duyne, Roger Williams

Arizona: Andy Biggs, Elijah Crane, Paul A. Gosar, Debbie Lesko, David Schweikert

North Carolina: Dan Bishop

Colorado: Lauren Boebert

Illinois: Mike Bost, Mary E. Miller, Darin LaHood

Oklahoma: Josh Brecheen

Tennessee: Tim Burchett, John W. Rose, Andrew Ogles

Missouri: Eric Burlison

Georgia: Andrew S. Clyde, Mike Collins, Marjorie Taylor Greene, Richard McCormick

Utah: John R. Curtis

South Carolina: Jeff Duncan, Russell Fry, Nancy Mace, Ralph Norman, William R. Timmons IV

Kansas: Ron Estes, Tracey Mann

Mississippi: Mike Ezell, Michael Guest, Trent Kelly

Iowa: Randy Feenstra

Minnesota: Brad Finstad, Michelle Fischbach

Idaho: Russ Fulcher

Virginia: Bob Good, H. Morgan Griffith

Wyoming: Harriet M. Hageman

Maryland: Andy Harris

Louisiana: Clay Higgins

Pennsylvania: John Joyce, Scott Perry

West Virginia: Alexander X. Mooney

California: Tom McClintock

Kentucky: Thomas Massie

Montana: Matthew M. Rosendale Sr.

New York: Claudia Tenney

Wisconsin: Thomas P. Tiffany, Derrick Van Orden

New Jersey: Jefferson Van Drew

Alabama: Barry Moore, Gary J. Palmer

Arkansas: Bruce Westerman

Why is this important to me? I would have been out of a job. Government contractors would rather cut you and rehire you for less pay or benefits. Also, if I miss 1 or 2 paychecks I will be homeless.

[steviestits]

My God Longs For Me - Part 1.4

Written for an anon prompt, which can be read in its entirety on this fic’s masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: M (For Murder) Summary: When Steve was a child, he was abducted and brought to the cult, the Hellfire Club, as he was prophesied to be the wife of the dark forest god they worshiped. Steve enjoyed his time there, especially the time he spent with the cult leader's nephew, Eddie. This wasn't meant to last however as Steve was eventually returned to his parents. Thanks to the deprogrammer that his parents hired and time, Steve has mostly forgotten the cult that raised him. That is until he goes on a camping trip and his friends start to get murdered one by one with the only connection between the killings being the ritual offerings to the cult's gods and the strange dreams Steve has before each one. Now Steve must piece together his past to discover who is murdering his friends in the present. (Inspired heavily by various horror movies and is a horror story itself.) Trigger Warning: F-slur, gore, murder, blood, choking, character death but not Eddie or Steve, religious imagery Eventual Trigger Warning: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Ritual Sacrifices, Gore, Mpreg, Body Horror, Monster Fucking, Feminization, Brainwashing

(Link to previous part)

Bev Mooney was born in this motel, and she was raised here by her hardcore, Evangelist parents. They taught her about sinners like the boys who had checked-in only a few hours ago. The boy might have denied it, but she knew a faggot when she saw one, just like how her dad did back when he used to run the motel in his day. She planned to deal with them just how her dad did, by shooting them dead with a hunting rifle then burning their bodies in the incinerator to give them a taste of what was in store for them when they went straight to Hell.

In the backrooms behind the check-in counter was where she stayed. Much like the rest of the place, it was old and rundown with chipped furniture and peeling wallpaper. Bev kept her rifle in a lockbox underneath her bed which was hidden in cardboard box labeled “X-Mas Decorations.” She kneeled down to retrieve it, only to pause when she heard a creaking sound from the next room. Her parents had died long ago, and Bev had no other family, so she should’ve been alone.

“Hello?” Bev called out. “Is anyone there?”

No one answered. Bev also didn’t hear any other noises, making her assume that it was the old motel creaking since it was desperate need of repair. Putting the sound out of her mind, she pulled out the boxes then removed her rifle from inside the both of them. She weighed it in her hand, relishing in the way the metal barrel pressed into her skin, and slowly got to her feet, but when she turned around, Bev found that she wasn’t alone.

A black-robed person in a deer skull mask loomed in the doorway. They didn’t say anything, and only stared. She couldn’t see their hands since the sleeves of the robe were too long, yet that didn’t stop her imagination from picturing an assortment of demonic weapons that the beast could use against a righteous, God-fearing woman such as herself.

Bev raised the rifle and aimed it at the intruder. “You have to the count of three before I blow your brains out!”

The other person didn’t move, except their body was relaxed, as if they were in control of the situation, not Bev. She leveled her gun, placing her finger on the trigger. The cocky son of a bitch was going to learn what happened to intruders around these parts.

“One,” she counted slowly. “Two. Three!”

Bev pulled the trigger, only nothing happened. It was then that the stranger raised their arm, revealing a hand that was clutching several bronze bullets. They released the rounds, letting them fall against the floor with soft tinkling. Somehow this person had found her rifle ahead of her and emptied it of its ammo.

“What do you want!?” Bev yelled, grip on the rifle tightening. “The money is in the register! Take it! I don’t care!”

Silently, the robed figure reached into their sleeve to reveal a large hunting knife with a polished, wooden handle. Bev’s mouth went dry as she realized that the person before her wasn’t after money. Bev had heard the rumors about the Hellfire Cult that had made its home several miles down the road from where the motel was situated. She never gave them much thought, felling that God would punish the wicked, which they did years ago since the police had come to break-up the cult and arrest its leader. Now, she wished she’d paid more attention to the news, wondering if maybe one of those psychos had broken out of jail, yet she had missed the report.

“Stay back, demon!” Bev then threw the rifle at the intruder before she scrambled over the bed in an attempt to scamper towards the window. The robed figure caught her, though, and threw her across the room into a nearby dresser. She slammed into it, feeling a sharp pain in her back, but fear kept her going, allowing her to shakily get to her feet before she ran bedroom door.

Bev quickly made her way to the backdoor, which led out into the woods behind the motel, only to find that it was deadbolted shut. She undid the deadbolt then opened the door and was met with despair as she found that one of the motel’s dressers had been pushed in front of the screen door to prevent her escape. The robed figure was right behind her, leisurely making their way towards her, so she did the one thing she could do, which was push through the screen.

Wire cut into her flesh as Bev forced her way through the door and stumbled over the dresser. Bev reasoned that the dresser would slow down her attacker, too, except the robed figure was strong and easily pushed open the screen door, never picking up their pace. They chased after her as if they had all the time in the world, and for all Bev knew, they did.

Fleeing into the woods, Bev ran as fast she was able with her injuries. Low hanging branches and brambles whipped across her face, catching on her clothing, tearing it to shreds, but she didn’t slow down, not for a moment. She kept running, until she looked behind her and could no longer see the robed figure in the distance.

Bev doubled over panting, not used to doing so much running as she usually sat on her couch and watched Wheel of Fortune. She thought that she could rest for a moment, catch her breath, before doubling back to the motel to call the police, but then a gloved hand grabbed her throat and pulled her back against a solid chest. Her eyes widened, realizing that she hadn’t even heard them approach, though maybe her heavy breathing had masked their approach.

The hand moved up to her jaw, pressing against it roughly to force her mouth open. They held her like that as they produced a cross from inside their robe, one that Bev recognized from her own private collection. She struggled, but her attempts were useless, and the robed figure forced the cross down her throat, causing pain to shoot through her as she felt it cutting up the inside of her esophagus.

Blood began to choke her, but the robed figure wasn’t done. They brought the hunting knife up to her chest then cut her from shoulder to shoulder before slicing her from her throat to her abdomen. The movements reminded her of a more violent sign of the cross, and if she wasn’t slowly losing consciousness from blood loss, a part of her would’ve have realized how poetic her death had become. Instead, Bev felt her life begin to fade. Her last thoughts were that she’d been born in this motel, and now she was going to die here, too.

Part 1.3 ~ Masterpost ~ Part 1.5

Author's Note: It's been a rough few weeks, and I felt like killing someone. Hope you found it as cathartic as I did.

[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires- Part 8

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 1000

Masterlist

I waited a while to ask you on a second date. I did that on purpose. For one, I knew you were busy and I didn't want you to have to say no to me. But also, I was busy myself. A new Stephen King book came out last week, and Mooney's has been a never ending parade of idiots who don't even read, but want to own the newest King, anyway.

It's three weeks later. We're in the back of a cab.

You're nervous, which is understandable.

I kept a book to the side, just for you. I was going to give it to you when we met up earlier, but then I realized you'd have to carry it around all day, so I decided to give it to you later.

We never ended up walking through New York together. We got too distracted just talking to each other. So when I texted you last weekend, my plan was to ask you to go on a walk with me. I had it all planned out. I know which routes you've walked, mostly, and was pretty confident I’d come up with a route you'd never think to follow on your own. But before I could bring up this plan, you said:

YOU: i kinda have a work thing soon

YOU: we're allowed +1s tho

YOU: wanna come?

ME: …Well, what kind of work thing?

A music festival, is what kind of thing. Apparently, your boss is one of the main sponsors.

Festivals aren't your kind of crowd, and you don't want to go, and I think you're regretting inviting me along.

It's not even your kind of music, this festival. It's not Guns ‘n Roses or Muse or Prince, which is what you put on at the café when the crowd finally started to thin. You smiled at me meekly and told me you're a poser - “I kind of only know Purple Rain, I'm that kind of Prince fan” - and I told you I consider Prince to be one of the great poets of our generation.

“Prince was born in 1958,” you'd said to me. I was surprised you knew that. “I wouldn't say he's ‘of our generation’.”

A poser wouldn't know that, (Y/n). You give yourself far too little credit.

Anyway, the music at this festival is mostly new pop, which I hate and which I know you hate. You're fiddling with your beanie (not black this time but mustard yellow) like it's your armor and you're wearing black jeans and a red knitted top (no bra, I can tell, and you want me to notice this) and red converse. Your nails are painted black, but the polish is already chipped because you keep picking at it.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“I hate that this is happening on a Sunday,” you tell me. “Like, hello? We all have to work tomorrow.”

I nod.

“I'm sorry. I promise I'll be more fun, later,” you say. “I'm just not great with this stuff. I don't exactly go out to parties or anything.”

Which is the truth. I know this about you. You spend your weekends at home, reading or watching Netflix. Last night, you stayed up until three am and watched the old Planet of the Apes movies on your laptop. I could hear the sound from across the street, because you had your windows all the way open again.

“Was going to this thing mandatory?” I ask.

“I guess not, but I'm still sort of new and I feel bad saying no.”

“That's understandable.”

“Are you into festivals?”

“Not at all.”

“We don't have to stay very late, if we don't want to.”

NADIA: Omg good luck 😭

You take out your phone. You're texting someone and laughing and I don't like it, but then you lean over to show me and it's just Nadia. She's sent you a photo of a T-shirt that says ‘Sorry, I'm overstimulated’. I love that you are involving me.

You answer back: me and joe have to survive loud music today wish us luck

I like Nadia. She doesn't even hesitate to reply to your English message in English, because she knows I'm reading along.

“She seems like a good friend,” I say.

“Best friend in the world,” you answer. “We basically grew up together.”

“How does that work? Isn't she from Belgium?”

A pause. You're trying to remember if you told me that. You haven't, but I don't say anything and eventually you come to the conclusion that you must have.

“So, we lived in a border town,” you explain to me. “When we were kids, she lived on the Belgian side and I lived on the Dutch side, but we also lived on the same street.”

“Huh,” is all I say.

“Yeah.”

You shoot off another text and then you put your phone away. You turn your body to me to show me I have your full attention, and you take my hand.

I could kiss you right now. You'd let me.

“My coworkers can be a bit much,” you say.

“Understood.”

“They're all very opinionated. Especially when they've been drinking. It's best to just agree with them.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” you say.

You fiddle with your hat again. I put my hand on top of yours to stop you, then fiddle with your hat for you.

“You look great,” I say.

You're flattered. You're blushing.

“Thank you. So do you.”

I'm wearing jeans and a white shirt, and an old belt I got from a thrift shop. Nothing special. Yet you really mean it. You put your hand on my arm and you look at me and it's not just that I could kiss you. I want to. I really do. I want to say fuck this festival and take you home and watch old movies with you and fuck you until you forget your name.

The cab stops. We're here.

“Here goes nothing,” you say.

[smashpages]

Can’t Wait for Wednesday | DC returns to Wednesdays with ‘Absolute Power’

Check out new comics arriving this week by Mark Waid, Dan Mora, Chip Zdarsky, Kaare Andrews, Kurt Busiek, Fabian Nicieza, Stephen Mooney, Soo Lee, Matt Wagner, Mara Llovet, Steve Foxe, Lynne Yoshii, Jeffrey Brown, Steve Orlando and more.

[dispatchdcu]

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[anyandeverythingfootball]

10/27 1:00 game slate

Just to start things off, todays early game slate may have been the most entertaining 1 o'clock slate of the season so far with 6-8 games being decided by one score (8-6 points or less). Now the other 2 games... were blow outs but we will get to that. We also had 3 divisional games today.

Eagles vs. Bengals was the battle of the indentical twins, Chase and Sydney Brown and Sydney and his Eagles overpowered the Bengals in a 37-17 win.

We had an AFC North divisional matchup today between the Browns, who lost their starting quarterback last week in Deshawn Watson, but who may have found their new one in Jameis Winston, and the reigning 2023 MVP Lamar Jackson and the Ravens. In a shocking final score the bottom of the division Browns beat the not anymore top of the division Ravens 29-24.

The Lions, whose quarterback Jared Goff who continues to have another week where he throws less incompletions than the team had touchdowns, absolutely rolled over a struggling Titans team who just traded away their best reciever for pretty much a bag of chips and a high-five (a 5th round pick that can become a 4th) the the 6-0 Chiefs out of all teams. The final was 52-14.

The Cardinals beat the Dolphins on Tua's welcome back from his concussion on a 1 second left game winning field goal 28-27.

The Jets' Aaron Rodgers and long time reciever Davante Adams still can not do enough to pull off a win and they lose to the Patriots 25-22 who lost their starting rookie quaterback during the game due to a hand injury.

In an NFC South divisional game the Falcons defeated the Buccaneers 31-26 being carried on the backs of the Falcons runningback, Bijan Robinson, tight end Kyle Pitts and reciever Darnell Mooney who combined for a total of 63 rushing yards (just Bijan), 220 recieveing yards and 4 touchdowns.

The Packers faced the Jaguars in the Jaguars first game in America since the 6th of Octobor. The Packers ultimately won in a last second field goal. Final 30-27.

In the last divisonal matchup of the 1 o'clock games the AFC South's Colts faced the Texans. Colts quarterback is still struggling and only completed 10 of his 32 passing attemps today while accumulting for 175 yards. 4 of those completions where to Josh Downs who had 109 yards and a touchdown but it still wasnt enough. The Colts were defeated 20-23

Now to the best team in the AFC North, the one and only Pittsburgh Steelers. We play prime time tomorrow at the beautiful Acrisure Stadium against the Giants (💩) at 8:15 to end off week 8 and it should be an easy win. Anyways... it's always HERE WE GO and GO STEELERS!!

[chipmooney]

@chipmooney

[lindam54]

New! EYE SCREAM In 13 Deliciously Terrifying Flavors by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith Word Count:  24.7K $2.99 e / $7.50 p

Stories include: CHOCOLATE - Chocolate can kill a dog. That gave Weston an idea. BUTTER PECAN - It's been a long time since Iris indulged in her favorite flavor. PISTACHIO - Mr. Finchner swore he had to eat pistachio ice cream every day...or else. COOKIES 'N CREAM - Claudia accepts a last-minute babysitting job. VANILLA - Fr. Barnabas is called to an orphanage to discover which child has been possessed. ROCKY ROAD - Lyle risked visiting that one house on Halloween. STRAWBERRY - Three close friends go looking for a night of fun. CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE DOUGH - Revenge is a dish best served cold. BIRTHDAY CAKE - Tad has a unique way of celebrating his girlfriend’s birthday. BUTTERSCOTCH - They were a perfect match in every way. NEAPOLITAN - Her future depended on which flavor she chose. MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP - All because of a million- dollar life insurance policy. COFFEE - She couldn't remember why she'd forgotten how much she loved that flavor, until it was almost too late. Excerpts and Buy Links: https://lindamooney.com/EyeScream.htm

[jdardan1]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Linyi YOU ARE LOVE BECAUSE HE FIRST LOVED US 1 John 4:19 Religious 14 Oz Mug Cup.

[looneyformooney]

Beck: Wait, you're gonna eat the whole thing?

Kyle: I don't know. I'm gonna see what happens. Let's just do it.

Beck: All right. 1...2...3...

Bonus:

[tacticalhimbo]

For those who can't (or don't have the time to) read the article, here is a list of all the GOP members who have voted against redirecting funds to natural disaster relief (due to the reasons above).

In BOLD and ITALICS are those from impacted states (Georgia, Florida, North Carolina, South Carolina, Tennessee and Virginia)

House

Representative James Baird of Indiana

Representative Troy Balderson of Ohio

Representative Jim Banks of Indiana

Representative Aaron Bean of Florida

Representative Andy Biggs of Arizona

Representative Gus Bilirakis of Florida

Representative Dan Bishop of North Carolina

Representative Lauren Boebert of Colorado

Representative Mike Bost of Illinois

Representative Josh Brecheen of Oklahoma

Representative Tim Burchett of Tennessee

Representative Eric Burlison of Missouri

Representative Kat Cammack of Florida

Representative Michael Cloud of Texas

Representative Andrew Clyde of Georgia

Representative Mike Collins of Georgia

Representative Eli Crane of Arizona

Representative John Curtis of Utah

Representative Warren Davidson of Ohio

Representative Byron Donalds of Florida

Representative Jeff Duncan of South Carolina

Representative Ron Estes of Kansas

Representative Mike Ezell of Mississippi

Representative Randy Feenstra of Iowa

Representative Brad Finstad of Minnesota

Representative Michelle Fischbach of Minnesota

Representative Russell Fry of South Carolina

Representative Russ Fulcher of Idaho

Representative Matt Gaetz of Florida

Representative Tony Gonzales of Texas

Representative Bob Good of Virginia

Representative Lance Gooden of Texas

Representative Paul Gosar of Arizona

Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene of Georgia

Representative Morgan Griffith of Virginia

Representative Michael Guest of Mississippi

Representative Harriet Hageman of Wyoming

Representative Andy Harris of Maryland

Representative Clay Higgins of Louisiana

Representative Jim Jordan of Ohio

Representative John Joyce of Pennsylvania

Representative Trent Kelly of Mississippi

Representative Darin LaHood of Illinois

Representative Laurel Lee of Florida

Representative Debbie Lesko of Arizona

Representative Greg Lopez of Colorado

Representative Anna Paulina Luna of Florida

Representative Morgan Lutrell of Texas

Representative Nancy Mace of South Carolina

Representative Tracey Mann of Kansas

Representative Thomas Massie of Kentucky

Representative Tom McClintock of California

Representative Rich McCormick of Georgia

Representative Mary Miller of Illinois

Representative Max Miller of Ohio

Representative Cory Mills of Florida

Representative Alex Mooney of West Virginia

Representative Barry Moore of Alabama

Representative Nathaniel Moran of Texas

Representative Ralph Norman of South Carolina

Representative Andy Ogles of Tennessee

Representative Gary Palmer of Alabama

Representative Scott Perry of Pennsylvania

Representative Bill Posey of Florida

Representative John Rose of Tennessee

Representative Matt Rosendale of Montana

Representative Chip Roy of Texas

Representative David Schweikert of Arizona

Representative Keith Self of Texas

Representative Victoria Spartz of Indiana

Representative Claudia Tenney of New York

Representative William Timmons of South Carolina

Representative Jeff Van Drew of New Jersey

Representative Beth Van Duyne of Texas

Representative Derrick Van Orden of Wisconsin

Representative Mike Waltz of Florida

Representative Randy Weber of Texas

Representative Daniel Webster of Florida

Representative Bruce Westerman of Arkansas

Representative Roger Williams of Texas

Representative Rudy Yakym of Indiana

Senate

Senator Marsha Blackburn of Tennessee

Senator Mike Braun of Indiana

Senator Katie Britt of Alabama

Senator Ted Budd of North Carolina

Senator Mike Crapo of Idaho

Senator Deb Fischer of Nebraska

Senator Bill Hagerty of Tennessee

Senator Josh Hawley of Missouri

Senator Ron Johnson of Wisconsin

Senator Mike Lee of Utah

Senator Roger Marshall of Kansas

Senator Markwayne Mullin of Oklahoma

Senator Rand Paul of Kentucky

Senator Pete Ricketts of Nebraska

Senator James Risch of Idaho

Senator Eric Schmitt of Missouri

Senator Tim Scott of South Carolina

Senator Tommy Tuberville of Alabama

Hold them accountable. Make it known to them and their offices that you won't stand by this shit.

Remember that this is why elections outside of the Presidential are important!

Don't rely on a single figurehead to advocate for you, because they won't. Work with your community to not only save one another, but to elect people who will actually represent you and your needs.

A bunch of republicans voted AGAINST giving people hurricane relief money and are trying to blame brown people for lack of funding.