I understand and concur with the points you make. I do not intend to forget, nor ignore or give up. But what many of us want to know is how we can create both individually and collectively an effective resistance to not only minimize the damage but turn things around without having to go through 4 yrs of dangerous hell?
How did we win a World War against a fascist regime only to lose an election against a fascist regime? How did Americans become so stupid and our representatives so selfish and let’s face it , evil. They want to turn our Democracy around for a Oligarchy or even a Dictatorship with a corrupt man at the head. A man who is incapable of leadership, who is fading fast, who is full of prejudice and cares only about power and money. This man is devoid of humanity, he put children in cages separated from their parents, some still years later still separated! He’s just hateful, period. He makes demands like a dictator and every one is supposed to jump, he constantly makes threats against us citizens and what he will do to us. He acts as though he’s already our dictator. There is no doubt that he has the beginnings of dementia!
If the Working Class is to be the Authentic Vanguard of Democracy (and Democrats) it first has to figure out that it has been nearly destroyed by the billionaires. Baby steps.
I think there are lessons to be learned in what has happened. First, the Democrats must—MUST—figure out a way to get off the two coasts and figure out how to talk with, and more importantly, listen to the vast middle part of this country.
Politics is a nasty business, and since the 1981’s election of Ronald Reagan, everything changed. Whether we want an oligarchy-run country, in which we let a few very, very wealthy people make the choices and decisions for the rest of us, led by one Great Leader, or if we want to return to the progressive liberalism we seem to like, depends on the losing party learning to deal with with vast millions who have been rejected.
I well remember the Federal Buildings "at risk" during the BLM protests. At least around here the risk was--graffiti. SO destructive and unusual in an urban setting. Will we have the army patrolling the streets all the time to prevent it from now on? Shoot all wielders of spray cans on sight?
Those of us who actually live in the "burning cities" can only shake our heads in disbelief. I walked my dog under 5 miles from the disruptions in Seattle. No smoke intruded. Much more every year from wildfires from Canada and CA. Fox played on rotation, over and over, a picture of flames they said were in Seattle. They weren't--entirely different place.
I understand and concur with the points you make. I do not intend to forget, nor ignore or give up. But what many of us want to know is how we can create both individually and collectively an effective resistance to not only minimize the damage but turn things around without having to go through 4 yrs of dangerous hell?
How did we win a World War against a fascist regime only to lose an election against a fascist regime? How did Americans become so stupid and our representatives so selfish and let’s face it , evil. They want to turn our Democracy around for a Oligarchy or even a Dictatorship with a corrupt man at the head. A man who is incapable of leadership, who is fading fast, who is full of prejudice and cares only about power and money. This man is devoid of humanity, he put children in cages separated from their parents, some still years later still separated! He’s just hateful, period. He makes demands like a dictator and every one is supposed to jump, he constantly makes threats against us citizens and what he will do to us. He acts as though he’s already our dictator. There is no doubt that he has the beginnings of dementia!
If the Working Class is to be the Authentic Vanguard of Democracy (and Democrats) it first has to figure out that it has been nearly destroyed by the billionaires. Baby steps.
I think there are lessons to be learned in what has happened. First, the Democrats must—MUST—figure out a way to get off the two coasts and figure out how to talk with, and more importantly, listen to the vast middle part of this country.
Politics is a nasty business, and since the 1981’s election of Ronald Reagan, everything changed. Whether we want an oligarchy-run country, in which we let a few very, very wealthy people make the choices and decisions for the rest of us, led by one Great Leader, or if we want to return to the progressive liberalism we seem to like, depends on the losing party learning to deal with with vast millions who have been rejected.
I well remember the Federal Buildings "at risk" during the BLM protests. At least around here the risk was--graffiti. SO destructive and unusual in an urban setting. Will we have the army patrolling the streets all the time to prevent it from now on? Shoot all wielders of spray cans on sight?
Those of us who actually live in the "burning cities" can only shake our heads in disbelief. I walked my dog under 5 miles from the disruptions in Seattle. No smoke intruded. Much more every year from wildfires from Canada and CA. Fox played on rotation, over and over, a picture of flames they said were in Seattle. They weren't--entirely different place.
Since the election, I've been saying that this time we flew the planes into the towers, a thought that I've elaborated in the poem below:
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Election Triptych: November 2024
to the tune of Jimi Hendrix’s “Star-Spangled Banner,” Fortissimo
EULOGY
Woke up to the sunrise: Election Day,
which one candidate said would be the last
if he won. Should have left us full aghast,
…but it didn’t.
Seems we’ve all lost our way.
Everyone has. From Evangelicals
to beyond Bernie, the ruthless Ruth Stein,
the lost West and his intellectuals,
and the nadir of the Kennedy line.
Bush should have endorsed, still feckless stayed slack,
bowed to Dick Cheney, everywhere but here.
Joe Biden with Bibi’s criminal hack:
an albatross Harris was forced to bear.
Used to trust newspapers, neighbors, the church.
Now a billionaire raffles off a seat.
So, we lurch, heads bowed, eyes bleeding. We lurch.
Look how close, how far––deceit and defeat.
Razor-thin, like prison-fencing, the polls
which no one believes, but all of us cite.
Our flag? 50 white stars? Or 50 holes?
Hard to tell by this dawn’s early light.
Someone said garbage, a bad metaphor.
Still, when grandkids ask us, what can we say?
When we’re lost, any path might be the way.
Stand with me while I try to bar this door:
Stay staunch together, this year, and four more.
SNAKE
Freed in the Colonies from mad King George,
only to risk it now with mad King Don.
E pluribus, unum: a nation forged,
‘til he broke us, rendered many from one.
THIS TIME
This time we are the ones who flew the planes
devastating our very own towers.
Bygone parchments that enshrined our powers:
we’ve shredded them. It’s not clear what remains.
There were no firemen, charging up the stairs.
Remember, awful, seeing people leap.
The movement this time feels more like a creep
snaking down from doubts to abject despairs.
God bless America. Only He’s dead.
That’s OK. So are we. Two of a kind.
Like their chosen savior, out of our mind,
but not so gone that we can’t feel the dread.
Eleven-five: homegrown nine-eleven
So, we hold these truths to be self-riven.
Nothing.