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Sunday Sundown Rundown - 5/28/17

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1. Memorial Day Weekend - The unofficial starts to the summer season, and of course, a weekend to give thanks and to remember those who fought and sacrificed for our freedoms. 

2. Heroes in Portland Attack - Speaking of sacrifice, kudos to Taliesin Myrddin Namkai Meche, Rick Best, and Micah David-Cole Fletcher who intervened and gave their lives to stop such a senseless threat. 

3. Baltimore Mayor - I'm all about these statues, names of buildings, and other related things to slavery being trashed. It's amazing that it's taken so long, but hey, such is America. Glad to see Baltimore looking to follow in the footsteps of New Orleans. Now, can we please repeal the false "mythology" that surrounds Thomas Jefferson? 

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1. Manchester Terrorist Attack - Ugh...I can't. Senseless. Stupid. Ridiculous. My heart goes out to those who lost loved ones. 

2. Portland Muslim Hate Attacks - Speaking of senseless, how ridiculous is this attack? This clown went out of his way to harass teenage girls - TEENAGE GIRLS! Clown. Stories like this are so heartbreaking for so many parties, including this nation as a whole. 

3. Dallas Teen Killed Following Graduation - Another sad story. Promising kid going to college to play football gunned down in a senseless and pointless event. Especially, when he was doing the right thing. 

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