(As Trump gets his mind right in the wake of the Epstein cover-up and boots up the war machine funding of weapons to Ukraine, his administration at home is waging another war... this one on us. Kristi Noem is deliberately debilitating FEMA at just the time it is needed most while it's leader, David Richardson, has gone AWOL. I guess he thought it was a no-call no-show job, the kind the mob usually grants people like him. Their approach to everything the government does domestically (not withstanding policing and rounding people up to put them in work camps) is to cut it to the point where it collapses entirely. The Trump administration hates our government and the people it serves... us. They despise us more than they do al Qaeda, since he has normalized relations with Syria now that it is run by an al Qaeda terrorist. It's fucking bizzare. But you know, I am reminded of how many people justified to me, face to face, over the past few months voting for the Duke of Orange by saying they were so disgusted with the way the government was being run, they voted for him in order to help 'bring it all down' And thus ends Lincoln's Great Experiment.)
from the New York Times
Parts of Easthampton, an old mill town in western Massachusetts, look like relics of industrial New England — the old workers’ rowhouses, for instance. In other parts, it seems like a place in renaissance, with converted factory buildings spruced up and reinhabited by art galleries, restaurants, shops. Pedestrians fill the sidewalks on Friday and Saturday nights, especially during monthly art walk evenings. But on Monday mornings, when the downtown feels shuttered, another sort of crowd, one in search of food, not art and entertainment, gathers on a side street outside a 19th-century brick building. A sign out front identifies it as the Easthampton Community Center and Food Pantry.
The center distributes free groceries on Mondays and Wednesdays, but Monday is usually busier, because many people it serves have run out of food by then. By 9 a.m. on a Monday in June, a line of people with shopping bags extended from the sidewalk across the parking lot to the first of the food stations alongside the old building. There, clients are greeted by volunteers with friendly faces and helpful voices, offering milk and eggs, a selection of breads and pastries, frozen meat, fruit and vegetables. Inside, another team of volunteers assembles bags of canned and packaged food, some for adults, others for children.
The director of the well-organized commotion is Robin Bialecki, a white-haired woman of 71. Ms. Bialecki started as a volunteer 25 years ago and has managed the operation for the last 17. She’s the only paid employee; she works every day except Christmas and makes $32,400 a year. She had planned to retire, but has stayed on to help everyone through what now seems like the unraveling the country’s defenses against unnecessary illness and hunger...
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