Todd/Wadena County DFL

10/24/2026

10/24/2026

THE FEAR OF BEING REPLACED
Del Moen

They say the brown will replace the white,
as if this land began with their arrival,
as if history were a door
that only opens one way.

All of our family’s roots reach back
through thousands of seasons—
before borders, before flags,
before anyone called this place theirs.

Are the colonizers afraid
they will be colonized?
The question carries its own echo:
a history trying not to hear itself.

So let us step back
from the panic dressed up as prophecy.
No people are a tide to be feared,
no neighbor an approaching erasure.

Color is clothing—not the heart,
not the measure of a life.
Under every name and shade,
we are kin: branches of one human family,
breathing the same air,
held by the same earth.

The answer to fear is not silence
about the past,
but truth spoken without hatred;
not a guarded gate,
but a wider table.

We do not have to disappear
for someone else to belong.
There is room for many stories
in a country still learning its own.

Let us build a diverse home
that remembers what it has done,
welcomes who is here,
and makes no stranger of our relatives.

People are people.
The future is not a replacement.
It is the work of living together

10/24/2026

Wadena Indivisible protested Trump’s interference in the November election. Oct 23 was the 70th week on Hwy 10.

10/24/2026

THE WORLD IS NOT FOR SALE
Del Moen

Trump called it strategy; the map said otherwise: a border made of signatures, a country’s future priced by the barrel, a people’s peril filed under “deal.”

Trump said the satellites were free again— but over Ukraine, the signal stayed dim. A president counted what still failed while distant men called the switch restored.

Then came Alaska: gas beneath the ice, Russian tools, Russian money, a sanctioned giant invited toward the heart of American energy.

The executives who saw the fine print left their chairs behind. Their warning was plain: this is not security when a rival holds the keys.

In rooms where Ukraine was treated as leverage, not a nation, Putin was offered business as a reason to stop his war— a bargain that asks the invaded to trust the hand that arms the invader.

Venezuela, too, was measured for a private ledger: a hidden parent company, a board built to outlast a people’s consent, Texas chosen to settle what Venezuela might never be allowed to decide.

And Cuba was told, in a public post, to seek a secret partner in the shadows— as if a nation were a door that powerful men may open from abroad.

This is not peace made patiently. It is power moving in a hurry: oil for influence, secrecy for oversight, alliances treated like expendable things.

The old order may have failed its promises; it still cannot be replaced by backroom maps that carve the world into private fiefdoms and call the carving freedom.

Let the record hold what the slogans blur: who signed, who profited, who resigned, who was left in darkness, who paid for the gamble.

A people are not a parcel. A country is not a commodity. And no ruler’s hurried bargain can make another nation’s future his to sell.

10/24/2026

WHEN THE COIN FALLS, WE VOTE
Del Moen

At Fort Myers, gold flashed in the cameras— a coin made crude, a wound turned into a joke, a grinning man performing bravado while the country looked away.

But look past the glare. See the hand reaching for the count before a ballot is cast, the lawsuit aimed at Alaska, the president saying, “I’m the one who said, ‘do it.’” A vote is not his to delay, a state is not his to command, and democracy is not a prize for the party that fears losing.

Hear the questions beneath the noise: Who had access to foreign money? Who carried secrets in a vulnerable phone? What did Russia see, what leverage might it hold? The allegations demand answers; the denials do not make the questions vanish. When private fortunes brush against public power, the people deserve the truth.

Beyond our borders, the tremors travel— allies weighing risk, households storing supplies, families paying for decisions made far away. No nation stands alone in the weather when reckless power darkens the sky.

So let the coin fall. Let the cameras turn. Let every citizen see clearly what spectacle is meant to hide.

We can rein in a presidency that treats law as a weapon and the world as a stage for one man’s will. We can defend the count, demand accountability, and choose leaders who honor peace, allies, and the lives beyond our shores.

Organize. Speak. Show up. Vote in numbers no grifter can drown out. Vote to protect the right to choose— and vote Trump’s party out of office.

The work of rebuilding will be hard, but it begins with a simple act: a mark made freely, a future not handed over.

10/24/2026

I’m Maggie Evers, running for Minnesota House District 5B.
We hear a lot about “cancel culture” and calls to stop talking about race. But we can’t heal what we refuse to name. Latino history is American history. Indigenous history is Minnesota history. Telling the whole story doesn’t divide us—it helps us understand one another.
Free speech matters. So does accountability. And listening to people who have faced discrimination isn’t an attack on America; it’s part of building a fairer one.
Here in District 5B, families need rural hospitals, strong schools, support for family farms, clean water, reliable roads and broadband, and a chance to afford staying in the communities they love.
I’ll listen, tell the truth, and work for every neighbor. Real unity means dignity and equal treatment under the law.
I’m Maggie Evers. I’d be honored to earn your vote.

10/22/2026

Wadena Indivisible will be protesting Trump’s election interference tactics on Friday, October 23 from 4:00 to 5:00 pm on Highway 10. This will be the 70th week of protests. Please join us and bring a friend!

10/22/2026

WHAT I HAVE LEARNED
Del Moen

I was once an optimist by habit, by hope— sure the floor would hold, sure the compass would turn us home.

Now I know a country is not saved by wishing at its windows. The guardrails do not hold themselves. The truth does not rise because it deserves to.

So let the decent stand together— believer, doubter, neighbor, stranger— not asking who gets the credit, only who needs defending.

Speak when silence is cheaper. Show up after the banners come down. Protect the vulnerable when the room turns cold. Keep the water clean, the doors open, the promise wide enough for all.

Let power hear us in our numbers, our votes, our work, our care. Let it find us difficult to divide and impossible to buy.

We are not waiting for the arc to bend on its own. We are the hands upon it— steady, many, unafraid.

America will not be okay because we were told it would. It will be okay when good people make it so

10/22/2026

WE HAVE REPRESENTATIVE OMAR’S BACK
Del Moen

Trump summons the machinery of the state
and aim its noise at one woman’s door—
badges, cameras, threats that travel
through the night and wait outside her home.

She stands beneath the weight of it,
her hijab a quiet flame,
her voice held steady in the storm,
her oath still facing toward the law.

No raid can make her less a neighbor.
No threat can make her less at home.
No lie, repeated from a throne,
can turn a citizen into a crime.

The Constitution is not a ruler’s shield
to wield against the people he dislikes.
It is a promise spoken in the plural:
our rights, our dignity, our lives.

So let the frightened hear us plainly:
We see the target. We know the game.
We will not let hatred masquerade
as justice, or intimidation as law.

Ilhan Omar, you do not stand alone.
Across the fields and city streets,
we stand beside you—not because you need
our permission to belong,
but because this country needs
the courage you already show.

10/22/2026

TRUMP’S CORRUPTION ALL IN ONE LUMP
Del Moen

They put a price on access,
a pardon in the shadow of a deal,
and call the ledger private
while the public pays the bill.

They flag the names of voters,
then threaten those who count.
A flawed list becomes a warning.
Fear becomes an instrument of the state.

A ballot is not a favor
granted by the powerful.
A certified voice is not a rumor
they can bury beneath a seal.

They would move the press across the street,
rename the truth to suit the throne,
and teach obedience
to every office, screen, and phone.

They would make the border a dragnet,
the courtroom a locked door,
the storm-struck town its own rescuer,
the detained citizen unheard.

They would bargain over oil
behind walls of hidden names,
while families wait for safety
and the powerful trade in claims.

They would withhold Ukraine’s shield
as missiles cross the night,
then call surrender peace
and leave the wounded to its cost.

They would ask allies to remember
who stood beside them in the fire,
while those who mock their sacrifice
demand their trust and cut the wire.

But no office is a kingdom.
No fortune buys the common good.
No strongman owns the future
of a people who have understood:

Democracy is more than a promise
spoken once and filed away.
It is the neighbor who bears witness,
the clerk who counts each vote,
the reporter who stays,
the citizen who says:

Not in our name.
Not this way.

Let the record outlast the racket.
Let the truth outlive the lie.
Let every stolen voice be answered
by a country standing, eyes awake—

not for a crown,
not for a deal,
but for the living work of freedom
we must make.