67 days until the American people will make a decision that could be tantamount to national suicide.

This is the warning.

The decision to put this pig and this vile man is running mate into a position of global power,

to give them the nuclear weapons keys, to unleash their cruelties

on the country, to let it flow over our culture willingly, will be the end of us. There have

never been two more unfit people. This creature canteena of malice, of insanity, of weirdness has desecrated our most sacred

grounds. Arlington National Cemetery. Arlington National Cemetery is on the grounds of the Confederate

General and Slave Master Robert E. Lee. His home was confiscated

when he betrayed the nation and took up arms against it. The Civil War dead, whose bodies

accumulated faster than anybody's worst nightmare could have imagined needed a place to be buried.

And so they were laid there. And the

Americans who have given the last full measure of devotion through all of our wars can be found there.

The rules are clear. The federal law is clear. There is to be no filming, no partisan political activity of any type because this

space does not belong to a faction, does not belong to a party. It does not belong to Donald Trump.

This is our sacred cemetery. This is a place where John Kennedy and his brothers are buried.

This is a place where field marshal John Dill is buried, who died while in wartime service in Washington and was honored to be put to rest in America's most hollowed grounds.

The story of America is found in that cemetery.

The story of grief in our time is found in that cemetery.

And now the story of our politics can be found in that cemetery.

Because until now, there never, ever would have been

imaginable a scene that played out like the one that played out the other day, where a federal

employee, a woman, was trying her best to maintain the dignity of this sacred space, and she was assaulted by Trump's thugs.

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