⚡️ Some GREAT news in NASHVILLE — Shaundelle Brooks @Natrixdreammom - who lost her son in the Waffle House shooting - has WON her race, and is heading to the state house to fight for gun safety on the inside. #FightLikeAMom Video from @_SarahGTaylor: x.com/_sarahgtaylor/status/1…

We salute every Democratic down-ballot candidate running in a deep red district, all to take the first steps to move the needle and "lose by less." You've earned every hard-won vote you get this election and you have our gratitude. Signed, red district Democrats everywhere. 💙

Your last chance to vote is TOMORROW. Get out and cast your ballot for candidates who will work to keep our communities safe from gun violence—not weaken gun safety laws and force more guns into public spaces. Find your polling place, then send the link to all your group chats: gunsensevoter.org/polling-pl…

@ESBlueTN has made a BIG impact this election cycle. And we’ll be making an even BIGGER impact in ‘26! Join the movement and let’s work together to flip TN blue! @TNgrassroot @BarnwellSmith @NashvilleResist @nashtivists @stevesgirl56 @elynnhardi1 @@afquillen @AnnaCaudill4

Free school meals. Childcare. Health care. The thing is, when voters show up, popular things happen. @garrison_hayes runs the numbers 👇

Just think of what we could do in so-called red states if every blue dot showed up and voted for Democrats. A lot of Republicans may just stay home, folks. Don't you want to just show up and outnumber them this time?

🤥 FACT CHECK: Gov. Bill Lee’s admin sent a 6-page press release taking credit for $101.6M round of broadband grants — all made possible by BIDEN-HARRIS infrastructure investments (which Lee opposed) @ToriGessnerTV wkrn.com/news/tennessee-news…

Yesterday, I waited in line for about forty-five minutes to participate in early voting. There were many conversations happening around me. A family with four kiddos chatted with an older couple about how they wanted to show their kids the importance of voting. Three men in full out leather and bandanas talked about getting their bikes detailed before the Halloween ride. A mom with her newborn breastfed while she waited—a level of multi-tasking that was wildly impressive. A veteran had trouble standing but didn’t want to use the curbside option so a stranger, but fellow veteran, helped him from bench to bench until he reached the door. And directly in front of me was a gentleman I’ll call Henry. Henry was using a walker, wore khaki shorts and a golf shirt and told me about his time working at IBM when the whole wall of computers didn’t hold as much memory as my phone. When you spend 45 minutes in line with strangers you sometimes get to know them a bit. And here there’s a slight sense of anxiety knowing that in this hotly contested election some people hold values that may be vastly apart from your own. But I chatted with Henry, told the mama not to worry and wondered if I should have brought my littles with me this year. The line wrapped like a snake down the sidewalk skirting a number of buildings. The breeze was refreshing and gently blew crimson and amber leaves that the little girl and her two big brothers collected into a bouquet for their parents. And there was not one mention of any candidate. Not one mention of even a local candidate or ballot issue for 45 minutes. Instead, what you had was a broad and diverse group of Americans coming together for one purpose—to vote. It was maybe the longest I’ve gone in years without hearing or reading something about the candidates. Instead, it was a real opportunity to listen. Henry had great retirement but was worried about his about-to-be-retired son’s prospects. The bikers talk about home renovations. The family a vacation and the mom about a lack of daycare being why she had her little with her. And the veterans talked about an upcoming event at the base they both planned to attend. It was an odd kind of unity and peace. Being there for similar purpose everyone looking forward to or planning for the future in someway. It’s not lost on me how divisive the world has become and platforms like this one amplify that division on purpose. There’s much to gain in pitting neighbor against neighbor for a certain kind of person. For a certain kind of company. Or for a certain kind of adversary. But when given the time and the opportunity, the first instinct of most people isn’t hostility it’s hospitality. It’s to help. To smile. To show kindness. As we went inside, each person visited an election worker at one of seven windows where we received a paper we signed and proceeded to another room where we were sent to separate voting machines. I cast my ballot for women up and down the ballot. I grabbed stickers for my kids and saw Henry right in front of me. He pushed himself and his walker to the side. “You can go around. I take too long.” “No, sir. You’re allowed to take your time. You’re allowed to take space. I’ll walk with you.” He looked down and thanked me before taking off again. “So did ya vote the way you wanted?” “Yes, sir. I believe so.” “Lots of people here today,” he said. “Yes, sir. I thought there might be a line so I didn’t bring my kids but now I kind of regret it.” “How old are they?” “Six, two and ten months.” “You a military family? You have an accent.” “Yes, sir. My husband.” We reached the end of the aisle and arrived at the exit. I held open the door for him. “Let me get that,” I said. 1/2

Rick Steves: There was a handful of people who opposed Hitler, refused to do the proper salute, to kiss his ring; these are the Kinzingers, the Liz Cheneys, and the Mitt Romneys…of the German democracy in 1932…