The president pro tempore the senate will come to order. The chaplain, dr. Black, will lead the senate in prayer. The chaplain let us pray. Majestic god, your name fills the earth. In spite of our challenges, you continue to rule with your love, wisdom, and power. Grant that our lawmakers may not forget the many dangers, toils, and snares that you have already brought our nation through. Lord, give our senators the wisdom to know that you continue to direct the steps of the faithful and that we have nothing to fear. Spirit of god, arise within our hearts and prepare us for the task of this day. Surprise us again with your ability to transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows doing for us more than we can ask or imagine. We pray in your great name. Amen. The president pro tempore please join me in reciting the pledge of allegiance i pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of america, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under god, indivisible, with liberty
Katie nielsen spoke with the victims mother about what she wants to see happen. Reporter lori moz was never active in politics. A year ago, everything changed but that is when her son, blake, was murdered, here at the home depot in pleasanton while he was working as a Loss Prevention officer. Since then, she says, the recall campaign took on an entirely new meaning. It has been almost exactly one year since lori lost her son, blake. It was april 18th of last year, when he was shot and killed during an attempted shoplifting. It feels like yesterday, or like 10 years ago. That moment where your heart stops and you think, this cant. Yesterday a plea deal was struck in the case. Alicia naps agreed to plead guilty t2 Second Degree murder, which carries a sentence of 19 years to life in prison. The person driving the getaway car, 32yearold David Guillory pleaded guilty to being an accessory, as well as other charges. His sentence could be around 7 1 2 years. There is that moment, which happe
WE SLIP INTO REVERIE. The traditional death notices along the passages and vaporetto stops around Venice have more faces than usual. The blue and yellow flag of Ukraine flaps in the cold breeze blowing off the lagoon. The carnival masks stare from shop windows at the face masks of those on the other side of the glass. Mingling with the throngs of holiday tourists, an art world sweeps in on boats and trains, buses and planes into the Most Serene Republic for the professional days of the fifty-ninth Biennale di Venezia after a long pandemicked wait of three years, and amid a war of aggression in