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Your Tax Dollars Hard At Work (apologies for the political interruption)

 


You might've missed these. I get it - lots going on. War with Iran. Tariffs. Memes. King of England. The Pope. More memes. 


Is this the best your tax dollars can buy? Is any of this truly representative of what's best for We The People?


Just so you understand, YOU can contact your representatives and tell them what YOU THINK. Make your voice heard! These clowns ain't gonna do it for ya.

Because face it, a $250 bill with Trump's picture on it will be soooooo good for the country.

HR 1761 - DJT $250 bill act - 

https://www.congress.gov/bill/119th-congress/house-bill/1761


Brought to you by Rep. Joe Wilson

https://www.congress.gov/member/joe-wilson/W000795


Sure, waste more tax dollars on bogus research into a bogus disorder. 

HR 3432 - The TDS Research Act

https://www.congress.gov/bill/119th-congress/house-bill/3432


Brought to you by Rep. Warren Davidson

https://www.congress.gov/member/warren-davidson/D000626


Because Donnie wants his very own holiday...just because.

HR 1395 - Trump's Birthday and Flag Day Holiday Establishment Act

https://www.congress.gov/bill/119th-congress/house-bill/1395


Brought to you by Rep. Claudia Tenney

https://www.congress.gov/member/claudia-tenney/T000478


Look! Donnie wants something else with his name on it!

HR 691 - «To designate the Washington Dulles International Airport in Virginia as the “Donald J. Trump International Airport”»

https://www.congress.gov/bill/119th-congress/house-bill/691


Brought to you by Rep. Addison P. McDowell


No peace, no prize. 

HR 5766 - The President DJT Peace Prize Act

https://www.congress.gov/bill/119th-congress/house-bill/5766


Brought to you by Rep. Andy Barr


I would personally blow it up.

HR 792 - Bill to get the National Park Service to put Trump on Mt. Rushmore National Memorial

https://www.congress.gov/bill/119th-congress/house-bill/792


Brought to you by Rep. Anna Paulina Luna



Stop complaining and DO SOMETHING. Waiting until November won't cut it. 

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