Dear Mr. VP,
I started a new job a few weeks ago, and I’ve been working on an elevator pitch. If I have thirty seconds to talk to someone about our organization, what do I say?
Well, my elevator pitch is a thousand percent chopped liver compared to these.
I don’t really know why it took being actually approached in an elevator and confronted with stories of sexual assault for Jeff Flake to find any shred of decency, given it’s not like he hasn’t heard stories like this before (and let’s be clear — I don’t find any of his actions today to be heroic, at all, given he still voted yes and will likely vote yes in a week after some sort of sham FBI “investigation”), but these women proved that we can breathe fire.
Can’t wait to see you all at the midterms.