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What We Know


What do we know is happening all around us?

We know that burning as much coal, oil, and gas as we do is warming the planet.  Most of us can read a thermometer.

We know that we are a nation of immigrants, and always have been.  We know that it will not be long before we shall be a nation with a more-or-less brown-skinned majority.  After all, 60% of the world population is Asian, about 15% is Black, and 11% is White.  The world isn't all White.  It is more-or-less Brown.

We know that we actually live in a global economy.  Global trade is almost everybody's lifeblood.  Going back to traveling by wagon train isn't a pleasant idea.

We know that most of our evolutionary male ancestors were bigger and stronger than most of our female ancestors, and that, in our country, we only allowed women, even to vote, only in 1920, even though some women were smaller than some men.

We know those things.  They aren't opinions.  They are facts.

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So the question is, how do we organize our life together so that it works well with what we know to be true?  Earth is heating up.  The human population is no longer isolated.  The other side of the globe is next door.  Male domination is a primitive notion with no defense except muscles and a lizard brain.

Did we really have a political debate that admitted those plain facts and sparred about how to adapt to those plain facts?  Of course not!  We debated whether to put Hillary Clinton in jail, or whether Donald Trump was civilized enough to be unleashed anywhere near a women's locker room.

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We have to stop global warming.  We caused it.
We are a multi-racial species, and nation.
Trade is what we want:  as fair as possible.
We are long overdue for gender equity.

Period.

That is what we should vote for, and do.





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