Educator, Activist, Entrepreneur

Jim Moss

My wife, Kelly, and I reside on a rural acreage outside of Globe, AZ with our old dogs, Maggie and Polly.

Meet Jim

I am a native Arizonan, born in Miami, AZ, at the Inspiration Copper Co. Hospital in 1955. Mom managed the home; Dad worked as a postal clerk. I attended Globe-Miami Public Schools K-8. High school took me to Scottsdale, AZ, where I attended a secondary boarding school – Thunderbird Academy –
graduating in 1973. I am an alumnus of Arizona State University. I earned B.A. and B.S. degrees in Political Science and Elementary/Secondary Education. My first teaching assignment in 1980 was at a junior high school in Tempe, AZ. I earned my master’s degree in Leadership at Northern Arizona University in 1998, where I also attained a Principal and Superintendent Certificate. My last assignment of my first career was on the Hopi Reservation. Kelly, also an educator, joined me in this endeavor – we both worked as educational administrators.

In 2003, we decided to embark on a brand new adventure. We discovered a very cool historic warehouse in Downtown Globe, AZ, that we believed could be transformed into a one-of-a-kind specialty retail shop. For the past 14 years, we have grown our Mom and Pop business, so that today our trading post is THE destination for visitors to our community. We employ ten people, and we have enjoyed the challenges and rewards of being small business owners. Currently, we are in the process of handing off the management of business operations to my brother and his wife.

Back in 2010-2011, our community was faced with the distinct possibility that a private prison would be constructed here in our town. Local elected officials believed that a private prison would be great for the local economy. Residents did not want this sort of enterprise built in Globe. We led a grassroots, citizen revolt against the proposal. It was a protracted, difficult fight. For more than a year, we battled local authorities, and we ultimately prevailed. We experienced first-hand what PEOPLE POWER can accomplish.

Now, we open the next chapter of our lives – one that takes us directly into the political arena. Kelly and I share a life-long passion for working toward positive change – in public education, in community activism, and in building a small business from the ground up. We are a TEAM, candidate and spouse, and we are ready to roll up our sleeves and go to work for the people of our GREAT STATE.


Jim The Educator


“It is not an exaggeration to say that high-quality education systems are the very best guarantor of a strong, 21st-century economy, a robust national defense, and a vibrant, forward-looking democracy.” – Jim Moss

Teachers inspire future teachers. No doubt my infatuation with Mrs. Schmitz, my 3rd grade teacher, sparked my interest in becoming an educator! Teachers made an indelible impression on me. In fact, I remember all my teachers’ names, beginning with Mrs. Echtman in kindergarten, Mrs. Messer, 1st grade, Mrs. Latham, 2nd grade…

After graduating from Arizona State University with degrees in Political Science, Elementary and Secondary Education, I signed my first teaching contract at a junior high in Tempe, AZ. I taught all subjects, including a physical education class. Although a memorable ASU professor liked to fondly refer to junior high as the “armpit of education,” I rather liked educating and interacting with this age group. I remember many of my students from those first three years of teaching. They were really great kids. Our school was blessed with strong leadership and a fantastic teaching staff. I especially enjoyed being a coach. My 7th grade girls’ basketball team was awesome! I coached the same group of young ladies the following year. I’ll never forget the horror felt by those competitive young ladies during the final tournament. We had the best record in our conference, but we were narrowly defeated in the championship game. I think the greatest horror was felt by me, because I knew that it was the coach’s fault. I was too late in making a crucial defensive strategy adjustment. The girls were crushed…. Oh, the agony of defeat! I equally enjoyed being a debate coach during the 1984 Presidential Election. A colleague and I coached an outstanding bunch of students to represent opposite sides in the Reagan – Mondale Debate. A local TV anchor served as our moderator. It was a superb educational experience.

During my career in education, I instructed elementary and secondary students, and I finished as an administrator on the Hopi Indian Reservation. There really are no greater rewards than to help mold the minds of young people and prepare them for a promising future. No matter what level of education, I always emphasized to students the importance of life-long learning and the value of critical thinking. Along with academics, if teachers can impart a few critical life principles to their students, I say, “A job well done.”

As a former educator in public schools, I understand the value of public education, and also the challenges our school systems face. There is no profession in this world as important to our economy, our social fabric, or our FUTURE, as the education profession. And, relative to its premier importance, I think it is safe to say that there is no profession in America that is more underappreciated and underfunded. Our conservative friends like to rationalize the gross under-funding of public education by saying, “Throwing money at education is not the solution.” What they are REALLY saying is, “We prefer to throw money to the 1% and special interests to whom we are indebted.”

More money is not the sole solution to any problem we face, BUT – sufficient funding levels are absolutely essential. Public schools are facing their biggest challenge from the extreme believers in privatization. These extremists would like to privatize the air we breathe. Simply stated – there are many aspects of ‘public life’ and ‘public interest’ and ‘public responsibility’ that must not be auctioned off to private profiteers. Charter schools have their place, but, too many charter schools jumped into the education ‘business’ strictly for profit motives. Public education should NOT be sold off to profiteers. Historically, in America, the steady development of a robust public school system has been a source of bedrock strength to our nation. In some ways, like the racial integration of the Armed Forces, public education has served as a ‘great equalizer’ across the socioeconomic strata of society.

Two words about school vouchers – NOT GOOD. The voucher idea has been sold to the general public by privateers as the savior to disadvantaged families. Vouchers are a scheme to benefit upper income folks, ‘segregationists,’ and parochial (religious) schools who choose to ignore an America bedrock principle: separation of church and state. I attended a private, parochial secondary school. My parents received zero government money for my high school education – nor should they have. Beginning at age 13, I worked every summer full-time at Thunderbird Academy. During the school year, I worked at least 20 hours per week on campus to help pay my room and board. Keeping religious education 100% separated from government is not an old-fashioned idea; it is a very wise principle of good government. Financial entanglement between church and state will inevitably lead to loss of religious liberty, and discrimination of certain religious faiths.

In Arizona, strong financial support for public education has been inconsistent, and mostly nonexistent, for decades. When an enormous retirement community is allowed to ‘opt out’ from paying property taxes that support public schools, we know the true state of affairs for education in our state.

It’s all about setting our spending priorities, and reallocating financial resources to accomplish worthy education goals.

The Activist


“Grassroots political power is the only means by which we, the people of Arizona, can push forward a progressive agenda that secures liberty and justice for all, and protects our planet for future generations. ” – Jim Moss

Truth be told, I’ve possessed a healthy dose of ‘activism’ in my bones since high school. Of course, the decade of the ’60s had just ended, so more than a few American teens were still tuned in to ‘liberty and justice’.

I attended a parochial boarding secondary school in Scottsdale. Believe me, it was not one of those fancy, prestigious, high-dollar private schools. Our student body was highly diverse by every measure. The campus was a former WWII Air Force training facility, complete with military style dormitories and quonset huts. My sophomore year, a new ‘boys’ dean’ was hired to bring some discipline and order to the residence halls. Looking back, I think Mr. B was a man of integrity just trying to do his job. He just did not have a rapport with adolescents. His attitude was ‘my way or the highway’ – my friends and I opted for the highway. We organized a little campus resistance, and I volunteered to make 16th Century history come alive by modeling the great Protestant reformer, Martin Luther. Luther, a Roman Catholic priest, led a revolt within the church which ultimately got him excommunicated. His bold action of nailing a list of 95 protests (Luther’s 95 Thesis) to the church hierarchy’s cathedral door was the last straw. Inspired by Luther, I meticulously wrote a 95 Thesis declaring the countless complaints we boys had about life under an authoritarian boys’ dean. I thumb-tacked it to the man’s office door! Amazingly, I was not excommunicated, not even expelled.

Fast forward to my days as a classroom teacher. After ten years in the education profession in Arizona, it is natural to start second-guessing your career choice. Why? Because year after year after year, teachers would listen to the same lame excuses from district administration as to why another salary freeze was unavoidable. My remedy – load up school buses from across the entire state, then, park and protest in front of the State Capitol until legislators and governor got the message that educators are tired of being exploited. Yes, militancy! Of course, that didn’t happen. However, my last year at an East Valley school district, I did organize a local effort to get the attention of the school board and superintendent. I like to say that I may have founded the very first T.E.A. Party in Arizona! This T.E.A. stood for Teacher Empowerment Association. I caused enough stir, at least for that year, to earn me the nickname “Jimmy Hoffa” from my dear friend, who was associate superintendent.

After 15 years in the education profession, my wife and I decided to embark on a small business venture. We discovered a great historic warehouse in Downtown Globe, and began the arduous work of building a business from the ground up. We succeeded in creating one of the finest trading posts in the Southwest. Seven years later, local officials developed a plan for economic growth that centered on bringing a big, new private prison right here in my hometown. Globe already hosts a modest-sized, state-run prison, and I (along with most citizens) was appalled that elected leaders and economic boards would entertain the idea of promoting a private incarceration facility as legitimate economic growth. My wife and I soon realized that the city, the county, the chamber of commerce, and the economic development board were all hell-bent on pursuing this prison project, no matter how many citizens said “Hell No!” We assembled information packets, met with officials on an individual basis, made presentations to our city council and county supervisors – to no avail. Our fearless group of citizen lobbyists launched a postcard campaign to all registered voters within the city boundaries. The response from residents was overwhelmingly positive. Postcards flooded in by the hundreds with passionate pleas for elected officials to listen. Yet, they refused. Our steering committee visited with key state legislators and the top corrections official in the state of Arizona. We stacked hundreds of postcards from Globe area residents on the table in front of them and invited them to read citizens’ comments. These state leaders assured us they had no intention of forcing a private prison on a community that did not want it. That felt somewhat reassuring until we returned home to find that our local leaders were prepared to ‘double down.’ Finally, we concluded that it did not matter if 100% of the town marched on city hall – these stubborn officials did not appreciate their constituents telling them “NO.” And, the gigantic revenue carrot dangled by the private prison promoters hypnotized every single one of them. We had no choice except to launch a political effort to replace all of the council members who refused to accept the clear verdict of the town residents. All were ousted by a margin of 70% at the next election! No private prison came to Globe. Our fight continued for well over a year. It was time-consuming and extremely frustrating that we had to battle all the way to the ballot box.

But, we learned a valuable lesson in democracy — PEOPLE POWER & PERSISTENCE ultimately PREVAIL.

Jim The Entrepreneur


“Small businesses are the foundation—the backbone—of free enterprise. Ironically, it could be the ungodly greed of powerful corporations that cripple capitalism. The absurd gulf of income-inequality that exists today is absolutely unsustainable.” – Jim Moss

Back in 2003, my wife Kelly and I decided to embark on a new career adventure. We exited a secure and comfortable career in public education to become small business owners. Leaving a salaried profession to enter the world of self-employment requires one to be comfortable with uncertainty. Kelly’s comfort level was hot and cold. I’m the risk-taker, and I finally succeeded in persuading Kelly to take the entrepreneurial leap of faith. We felt confident that our work ethic, common sense, and ability to plan strategically would carry us a long way toward success.

Nevertheless, fear of the unknown can cause a person to do some serious second-guessing. We overcame those fearful moments and forged ahead to build a business from the ground up. It started with a few day trips to my hometown of Globe-Miami, enjoying our favorite Mexican cafes and poking around the old buildings downtown. By chance, we met a fellow who was part-owner of an old 8,000 sq. foot warehouse, right along the railroad tracks at the south end of Historic Broad Street. He urged us to “make an offer” – so, we did. The moment we stepped into this historic post and beam-constructed building, we understood the true feeling of an entrepreneur. The excitement grew as we toured the very cool structure built in 1903 by the Old Dominion Commercial Co. The potential to create an enterprise that was very special was not lost on either of us. The imaginative, small business juices began to flow. We negotiated terms, closed the deal, and began the journey. For more than six months we worked long, long, hot days (and nights) to ready the old warehouse for prime time. We had a vision to transform it into a space that people would want to visit time and again. We wanted to build a ‘destination’ specialty retail shop, a Southwest trading post that had no rival. Of course, we quickly learned that such ambitious goals didn’t happen overnight. We also learned that building a successful small business is really about building strong relationships – with customers, employees, and community. One strength of our dynamic trading post was the great variety of merchandise we accumulated, and the unique product display we created. We were always amazed in those early days of business, even with limited inventory, just how many people loved to visit our shop. I finally figured out why. Our one-of-a-kind historic warehouse fascinated visitors, and I had a business partner (my wife) who treated customers with the same warmth, humor, and authenticity that made her a wonderful teacher and school administrator. I was the risk-taker, the strategic planner, the creative mind behind the build-outs; Kelly was the effective relationship-builder and manager that everyone loved. That’s another thing we learned – the power of a strong partnership, and respect for one another’s unique talents.

Our partnership and tolerance for uncertainty were on the verge of being seriously tested. Crisis was looming. The precise week of our grand opening, I was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma (read: My Family’s Story About Health Care). Our courage, faith, and optimism were put to the test. Kelly’s toughness and determination, along with help from family and friends, kept our ship sailing through the storm.

During our first couple years in business, we discovered the importance of flexibility and being able to swiftly adapt to changing situations. Small business owners must constantly navigate an array of challenges, most of which are not easily anticipated. There were times we wondered if we were playing parts in the reality TV show, Survival — of course, when it came time to make payroll, we knew just how REAL life was! It is satisfying to know that after 15 years in business, our enterprise always made payroll on time. It is also satisfying to say that we were able to pay retail workers in a rural community a decent hourly wage. A decade ago, we paid retail sales employees between $9-15/hr. Big-box retailers are just now catching up to our pay standards, due to Arizona’s new minimum wage requirements. We also implemented earned ‘personal time’ that totaled 12 days per year for a full-time employee, plus we have always paid a birthday bonus up to $500 for a full-time employee. And, several years ago, we initiated a modest, but significant, profit-sharing bonus paid on a quarterly basis. We decided early in our business career that it pays to reward employees with decent pay and benefits. Speaking of benefits, we also paid a small monthly stipend to reimburse an employee for part of his/her health insurance premium. Generosity always returns great dividends. We didn’t give away the store, or put our finances in jeopardy. We simply have been committed to compensating employees fairly, well above the market rate. After a decade in business, we could say with pride and confidence that we had indeed succeeded in building a ‘destination’ enterprise that loyal customers from all over the world continue to revisit regularly. We have created a unique shopping ‘experience’ that people appreciate. And, may I say proudly — we were recently awarded the Business Of The Year Award by our Globe-Miami Regional Chamber of Commerce.

The most recent business frontier we have committed to is e-commerce. Fortunately, my younger brother and his wife have joined the team, so it is now their turn to continue the entrepreneurial journey and take our trading post to the next level of success.

Our advertising slogan that decorates the entrance to our parking lot is, “YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT’S INSIDE!”

Sometimes, we can hardly believe it ourselves!

My Family’s Health Care Story


“It is high time that the USA guarantees universal health care. It is the right thing to do for our people’s health and financial security, and the smart thing to do for our nation’s fiscal sanity.” – Jim Moss

As the health care debate has intensified over the last decade, I, like you, have listened to many gut-wrenching stories from families all across America — all the while not really thinking that MY family’s story needed to be told. Truthfully, I’m a bit reserved about sharing such personal matters.

But, in this current political climate, where efforts continue to dismantle the Affordable Care Act, thereby hurting millions of our friends and neighbors — I feel that I should tell my story too.

Here it goes…

I married my high school sweetheart, Dawn Robinson, in 1976. She had just graduated nursing school. Our only child, Sara, was born in 1978. Shortly thereafter, I completed my Education degree at Arizona State University, and accepted my first teaching job at a junior high in Tempe, AZ. In 1984, we were excited to move to a unique rural acreage in the foothills of the Superstition Mountains. We called the old ranch home our ‘homestead’ and began working every spare minute to ‘fix er up.’ Dawn was a pediatric oncology nurse at Phoenix Children’s Hospital. She loved her ‘kids’ — most of them undergoing chemo treatment — and they loved her.

For leisure and recreation, Dawn loved to read, cook, and hike. She was healthy and fit. At age 29, the unspeakable happened. She discovered a lump in her breast. We endured a 6-week roller coaster of being told the lump was malignant, then, assured it was benign, then again told conclusively that it was cancer — and that it was aggressive, and that it had metastasized. She underwent a mastectomy followed by chemotherapy. Our daughter had just turned seven years old. Dawn was determined and tough-minded, and wanted to see her young daughter grow up. She had every reason to live.

A couple years later, Dawn experienced a recurrence. More chemo, more radiation. The treatment, this time, took a greater physical toll. Several days before Christmas in 1988, she had to be hospitalized due to fluid accumulation on her lungs.

She fought valiantly, and endured the horrific end-of-life condition of not being able to breathe, and sadly was never able to return home. Her last words to me were, “Love is ALL that matters.” She died in my arms — in the hospital, on Jan. 9, 1989.

As awful as my young wife’s death was for Sara and I, we were more fortunate than so many who endure the tragedy of ‘terminal illness’ without the financial security of health insurance. The school district where I was employed provided my family with health insurance — that alleviated one huge worry and stress. I was able to devote all of my time and energy to attending to my wife. Think about the millions of Americans who have no health insurance, who are destroyed financially while trying to cope emotionally with a medical crisis.


Two years later, I met my future, second wife. Honestly, I wasn’t sure that I would ever meet someone that could fill the void in my heart. But, I did. Kelly came to Arizona from Minnesota to take her first teaching assignment. We met in the teacher workroom. The rest is history. We spent 15 challenging, yet rewarding years in public education. Then, I contracted a serious ‘entrepreneurial itch’ — and persuaded Kelly to exit the education profession to start a business in my hometown of Globe, AZ.

In 2003, we purchased a very cool historic warehouse in Downtown Globe, and we began the exciting journey of building a small business from the ground up. Then, the very first week we were set to OPEN — another medical crisis struck, out of the blue. This time, it struck me.

For several weeks prior, my Doc tried to figure out what was causing the chronic pain in my back pelvic area. I had recently passed my annual physical with flying colors. I was healthy, trim, and fit for a 48-year-old. When a lump popped out on my neck, my Doc exclaimed, “My God, that could be lymphoma!” Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma was indeed the diagnosis — and, it was aggressive. Kelly, with the help of her parents, along with my brother and his wife, managed to open our new business right on schedule. Amazing! After a couple extended hospital stays, chemo for six months — I was back on my feet, ready to pick up where I’d left off, and FREE of cancer.

By this time in our lives, we had worked hard and accumulated several real estate assets. We could afford health insurance. We averted financial disaster — unlike millions of Americans who go bankrupt due to a medical crisis.

Eighteen months after my last chemo treatment, the pain in my left hip was so intense, I could hardly walk. I was forced to use a walker. We could not figure out what the ailment was. Finally, the culprit was discovered. A massive overdose of steroids had been prescribed nearly two years prior. A condition called avascular-necrosis (death of the ends of long bones) had developed. Within a year, all three joints were replaced. The rehabilitation on the shoulder joints was no picnic. But, guess what? We were able to afford health insurance. Otherwise, like millions of our fellow citizens, we would have lost everything we had worked so hard to attain. Today, my joints are pain-free and my mobility is near 100%. One lucky guy.

One day, back in 2010, I received a call from my sister-in-law, Sandra. She informed me that my younger brother, Kevin, had just suffered a significant heart attack. He was 48-years-old. He was lucky to be close to a hospital when the attack hit. And, he was also fortunate to have health insurance. Kevin was back on his feet quite soon, and began re-evaluating his lifestyle, in terms of nutrition and exercise.

Not long before Kevin’s heart attack, Sandra was injured in an ATV accident while on vacation in Colorado. Her hand and wrist were badly mangled. She was flown back to Phoenix for specialized surgery. A lengthy hospitalization, plus multiple follow-up surgeries, racked up significant medical bills. Once again, employer-based health insurance relieved serious financial stress.

Kevin was more than ready for a career change. He also had the ‘business bug’. Kelly and I offered him and Sandra the opportunity to join us in our business. The big move to follow opportunity, to make a big life change could NEVER have happened without the Affordable Care Act. Few people would be able and willing to exit a career if a heart attack had occurred, because a preexisting medical condition would likely prevent securing new private health insurance. Think how many ambitious individuals were once upon a time trapped in a work situation they no longer enjoyed. No matter how much those individuals wanted OUT, to pursue other passions and dreams, to seize opportunity — NOT a chance. Who would take the risk of leaving a job with health insurance, knowing that he/she would likely be unable to be RE-insured due to a preexisting condition? Few ‘heads of household’ would consider such a gamble for his/her family. Think about the millions of talented Americans who were once trapped in a job because they dare not take that GIANT step into the world of self-employment — with NO health insurance. What a stifling loss of creative, productive talent. Cumulatively, that was once a devastating loss to our entire nation’s economy.

THANKS to Obamacare, those talented individuals could finally take the leap into entrepreneurship because they had assurance under the law that insurance companies could no longer discriminate based on a preexisting condition. That’s a “BIG ___ing deal!” — as Vice-President Joe Biden once whispered to the president.

Kevin and Sandra are now partners in our small business — thanks largely to the freedom and health care security afforded to Kevin — by virtue of the Affordable Care Act.

Three years ago, my father died at the age of 80. The last few years of his life were consumed with one health issue after another. Dad was a veteran. He and my mother had worked hard all of their lives for very modest compensation. Like most workers in service professions, there wasn’t a whole lot of extra money to save from a paycheck. But, they did have Medicare and Veteran’s benefits. Without these two indispensable programs, their ‘golden years’ would have been a monumental financial struggle, one that would have brought immense stress and anxiety heaped on top of challenging medical issues. Dignity in Dad’s last few years would have been stripped away from him — he was a proud, hardworking man, who would have felt that it was his fault that he and Mom had no financial means to pay medical bills. Social security, Medicare, and Veteran’s benefits provided the life support and sense of dignity — because it reassured Dad and Mom that in America there is a shared responsibility, that indeed we ARE all in this together, and that elderly folks are valued — and can live and die with dignity.

The final chapter in MY FAMILY’S HEALTH CARE STORY is again, about me. Nearly ten years to the day, another lump appeared on my neck. It was exactly the same diagnosis from ten years prior. Admittedly, it shook me to my core. Kelly and I devoted lots of time to research and sought five medical opinions. The consensus was to do a couple rounds of chemo, get into remission, then do a stem-cell (bone marrow) transplant. That’s the game plan we followed. I was able to harvest two million of my own stem cells that were frozen until the magic moment of rebirth! A transplant is a very expensive procedure, requiring three weeks in hospital, and plenty of post-transplant follow-up. Everything went so well that I was released from quarantine a few days early. Hallelujah!

Yet AGAIN, my family was saved from the horror of a financial crisis piled on top of a medical crisis. Without insurance — insurance that was required to cover preexisting conditions, and not penalize me with ‘lifetime caps’ on coverage amounts — we could have been bankrupted, like millions of Americans once experienced, prior to Obamacare.

Today, I am cancer free, and I feel great — thanks to the wonderful doctors, nurses, medical techs, and therapists who contributed to my recovery every step of the way.

Finally, let me pull together the common thread that runs through all of the health care episodes in my immediate family. That common thread, I believe, is that in spite of the many medical crises we have encountered during the past thirty years, WE ARE AMONG THE LUCKY ONES. Our health care safety net has protected my family from financial ruin time and again because we had health insurance through employers; OR we could afford private health insurance while self-employed; and, because when the time came that preexisting medical conditions would have devastated us — we then found refuge in the Affordable Care Act .

The UNLUCKY ones have inadequate or NO health care safety net. The stress of a medical crisis is compounded beyond belief without quality, affordable health care coverage. The financial nest egg my beautiful first wife Dawn and I had managed to accumulate would have been completely wiped out. I would have lost not only my high school sweetheart and soul mate, I would have been starting over from scratch financially — had it not been for health care insurance through my employer.

My wife Kelly and I just received the 2017 Business of the Year Award from our community after 14 years of building a destination retail enterprise that contributes to our local economy. This would never have happened if we had not been able to afford decent health insurance during the past 15 years. Our small business would have gone belly-up long ago.

My brother Kevin, and his wife Sandra, who have recently joined us as business partners, would have never been able to take such a risk and seize an opportunity due to Kevin’s preexisting medical event, a heart attack.

Dad could not have experienced end-of-life with a semblance of dignity, were it not for Medicare and Veteran’s Health benefits.

Yes, the common thread through it all has been a HEALTH CARE SAFETY NET that we, a fortunate family, have been blessed with. That safety net has made all the difference in the world between our ability to cope with crisis and move forward with our lives, versus trying to cope with the compounded crisis of financial disaster.


It is absolutely clear to me that quality health care for all — FOR ALL of our people must be considered a RIGHT, NOT A PRIVILEGE.

The social and economic fabric of our nation is hugely impacted by this critical issue that touches the life of every single one of us.

If you believe as I do, that affordable, quality health care for 100% of our citizens is a RIGHT, that we are ‘all in this together’ — that our families, our communities, our economy, even our national defense — all are crying out for the RIGHT FIX, RIGHT NOW — then, let’s demand action!

Whether the solution is to RESTORE and RENEW Obamacare by adding a Public Option/Medicare for All provision, or to build a National Single Payer Health Care System — either way, we must once and for all ACT on the belief that health care for ALL is the only solution — our right and responsibility as Americans.