Times are hard… I don’t know if it’s as bad as it seems, but I feel like I’m drown­ing under the weight of every­thing I have to deal with as a hus­band, a father and quite sim­ply, a working-class member

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He climbed; cau­tiously plac­ing one foot before the next as he ascended the room’s sin­gle dias. Grip­ping the hard-oak edge of the speaker box he cleared his throat and tried to not look upon the faces before him. “My name

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