MI-GOV: El-Sayed accuses Gretchen Whitmer of 'money laundering'.
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@GretchenWhitmer is using democratic clubs that do not exist to bring in $550K of corporate dark money into a super PAC, “Build A Better Michigan,” to pour that money into TV ads to sway your vote.
We say no more corporate politics.
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Maybe he has some internal polling? 
El-Sayed knew the rules going into the race.
If he can't have it, let the repukes win. 
What is usually referred to as "Andover" is usually the boarding school called "Phillips Academy" in Andover, Mass. Andover is hardly one of the richest communities in the country. It is a sleepy little Massachusetts town. Many of the elite of the country (and the world) do send their children there. The group of P.A. parents may indeed constitute one of the richest communities in the country. The town was not. They also took the kids of normal mortals on occasion.
I know because I graduated there. I was taken as a "one year senior" even though my parents were neither rich nor famous. After going to school in Spain, I was given the chance to apply to finish high school there and graduate there. It was something new, and so I thought I'd give it a try. My alumnus interviewer was named George Herbert Walker Bush. Nice enough guy, but I thought more suited to be the corner druggist than a member of the government.
About 70% of the student body in my day consisted of privileged, nasty rich-kid Republican types. Some of the others were disinterested pure academics, and the "rest" of us were the rebels, the misfits, the token ABC ghetto guys (the alumni were furious when we elected a black guy from Oakland as our class president--the privileged kids didn't bother to vote--oops!).
For the record, I hated my year there. I had never been to a boarding school before, and felt imprisoned by all the enthusiastically enforced restrictions. I got my revenge in two ways, one of which probably went undetected to this day, and one of which they found about too late, and were permanently embarrassed about to this day.
In my day, we were all forced to attend religious services of some sort on Sundays. They even had tickets printed up like movie stubs to hand in each week to prove we had been there (for those of us who attended the protestant church on campus). Each one had a different letter, and they were called "religion tickets." I swear I am not making this up. Disgusted at the thought, I asked if there were any alternatives, and they presented me with a few. One was the Unitarian church in Andover, which volunteered to pick up any P.A. students and return them to campus after the services. I said, well, better that than the Bible thumpers, so as the only "Unitarian" on campus, I signed up. When I got there, they asked if I wanted to sit for the service, or hanf out with the people my age in the kitchen. Are you kidding? So, I made friends with the townies (unheard-of back then), and even--with school approval!--joined the church youth group "LRY (Liberal Religious Youth." At least the L and the Y were accurate. What that meant was that on Sunday evenings, one of them would pick me up, and we'd fire up the church organ, and I'd play Doors tunes on it while others played and sang along. Needless to say, for the next semester, a few other P.A. students "converted" to Unitarianism when I told them.
My other bit of revenge was on graduation day. My brother, one year behind me, and at a rival school, was with me when we were all herded together like cattle for the class picture. It happened so quickly, that my brother couldn't get out of the crowd, so I said, just act like you're one of us. The school never cared enough to know who was a student and who wasn't anyway. Sure enough, my brother, who never attended P.A. Andover, is forever enshrined in our class picture. The school finally heard about it, but never figured out who the ringer was.
Now, nearly 30 years later, I met up with the new head of P.A., and it was a woman (!! it seems that P.A. had since merged with the girls' school down the street) who seemed perfectly reasonable, and I was welcome (hint, hint) to have my obviously bright children apply for entry there. I said, thanks for the offer, but I had been scarred for life by the rigid intolerance of the school administration while I was there--ironically, "to keep the alumni happy." Well, this as one alumnus who wasn't happy, and it was too late to do anything about it. I got crapped on by the Republican-style jocks, looked down upon by the Park Avenue rich kids ("a Southerner! Yecch!"
, and ignored by the administration. I'll bet G.W. Bush, who was there longer than I was, and graduated before I got there, had a great time there.
We weren't ALL dorks, of course, and I noticed that one classmate ended up as one of Obama's closet foreign policy advisers. But I have had no contact at all with my other classmates except when I ran into one of them at the Denver DNC convention to nominate Obama for the presidency. Suddenly, at a side presentation, I saw who was doing the audio-visual tech stuff, and it was a quiet guy from my Andover class who was heavily into--surprise, surprise--audio-visual while he was in my class.
Was there another "private school down the street?" I wouldn't know. Andover High probably referred to us as "the private school down the street." But I had a miserable enough time there to react negatively to anyone who tells me they went there unless they have some serious "splainin' to do (as have I)."
Wow. 
The ethical thing to do after falsely and publicly accusing an opponent of a federal crime in order to sow seeds of doubt with voters would be to withdraw from the primary. This speaks to el-Sayed's judgment and fitness for office.
MAHALO!!!!!
AOC owes Joe Crowley a public Tweet apology for going off on him in a tweet about "mounting a 3rd party campaign against" her. But, crickets after she discovered she was wrong.
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