No to drone lawyer Barron! Sample tweets

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Tue, May 20, 2014

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David Barron, while at the Justice Department, wrote legal memos authorizing the killing of US citizens by drone. Now, he has been nominated to a judicial position that is just one step below the Supreme Court. His nomination is up for a vote in the Senate soon, and Senator Rand Paul plans to filibuster. Use the hashtags #NoDroneLawyer and #StandWithRand to tweet at your elected officials to let them know you oppose Barron’s judgeship appointment and they should make the drone memos available to the public!

Here are some sample tweets….

Hey @SenatorReid, we don’t want a drone lawyer to be a judge! codepink.org/stopbarron #nodronelawyer

Why isn’t @SenSanders speaking out against drone lawyer David Barron for judge? codepink.org/stopbarron #nodronelawyer

David Barron ok’s killing US citizens w/ drones, #StandWithRand to stop Barron from receiving life judgeship! codepink.org/stopbarron

Tell your Senator #NoDroneLawyer to be judge! codepink.org/stopbarron #standwithrand

David Barron rips up the Constitution, don’t let him be rewarded: codepink.org/stopbarron #standwithrand #nodronelawyer

Are you on @BarackObama’s Kill List approved by drone lawyer David Barron? codepink.org/stopbarron #nodronelawyer #standwithrand

Lawyer approves killing Americans w/ drones to be judge for life? No way! #StandWithRand & say NO to David Barron! codepink.org/stopbarron

I #StandWithRand to say no drone lawyer to be judge for life! codepink.org/stopbarron #nodrones

I #StandWithRand because the lawyer who approved killing Americans w/ drones is not fit to be an important judge! codepink.org/stopbarron

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  • Henry Braun


    We burn human bodies.

    With your permission,

    the only animal that runs toward fire

    to save, to gawk, to liven up the night,

    cancels with fire the quick network of borders.

    I celebrate, with your permission, the borders

    of human beings, the profiles lifting and turning

    in drivers’ seats, the parallels that bend

    and meet at the tear ducts of the eye.

    No longer frightened of fontanels,

    I touch the soft craters of the mind cap

    and root my nose gratefully in whorls

    of babies’ ears. I celebrate the skin,

    the curves of women, the straight hips of men,

    my hand with its own life

    and tiny Pavlovian memories

    of cusps in the arms of chairs and handkerchiefs

    drawn like cold brooks through the fingers.

    I sing the damaged hands of Les Eyzies,

    and Friday’s footprint,

    triangles in tempera of the holy.

    As over the hump of windowsill more evening

    crawls, I contemplate full moons

    of countdown, after nine of which we come

    with hanks of cord trailing from our bellies

    I celebrate, with your permission, the bellies,

    the treasure kegs of ageing males,

    big bodies coming out of showers,

    and the taut ramparts of little girls.

    The approaching sine curve of an elbow

    gazed at and touched by a pregnant woman,

    I gaze at, and also touch, then sing

    the double string between the eyes of lovers.

    Faces, known and unknown, delineate

    like the moon suddenly in breaks of cloud.

    I celebrate and sing

    all the beloved faces, all,

    and tickle the cittern for the cloud as well.

    I wave as if positioned for goodbye

    and, at the same time, for hello

    in the borderless shadow of the drone.

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