I swear I'm not being defeatist, but I guess you might mock me as an apocalyptic radicaller-than-thou, when I want to ask:
How to get back our real Democratic party from the bank-financed fake (I bet) opposition? Seems quite likely to me that they win a bit now and then, but they're paid to abandon us at the key strategic moments in the long game plan of the banksters: Their master-stroke was the installment of their nakedly fascist control over all 3 Fed branches in 11/16. Have I lost you?
Maybe my follow-up is a bit less paranoid. I hope some share my view, or at least consider it, The dum-meekrats have lost the majority of fence-sitters the moment Democratic spokespeople like Crowley belabor the obvious:
“What will work is Democrats having a message that appeals to the average American.”
Shee-yut. Worse than worthless. Not just boring to any netsurfer; immediately taken as phony, precisely because of its imagined need to be said. Similar to my assuring everyone: "I've never worn petticoats in my life, just thought I'd mention!" My pointing this out (not the petticoats, Crowley, pay attention) is neither anti-Democrat nor defeatist: just the opposite! No? Am I cray cray to cry out, "What are these dead-possum middle-roaders (thanks, Ann) doing in front of our Party?" My suspicions are unpleasant. But look... Repugs have not only mastered the schtick needed in our website-crazy, fractured-attention-span mediaverse, they own most of the media itself. Why are we still trying to work within this obviously corrupt, fake 2-party system?
Another speculation I don't pretend to know -- that would be delusional, which I am not (you might disagree) -- but since Wellstone's crash in the (rumored?) tampered airplane, I've gotten this chill. Wouldn't surprise me if our few loyal senators, Franken, Sanders, Warren, et al, and Obama, live under a death threat if they squeal. Gonnngggg, here comes the hook?
I know this is speculation. Really, how unlikely? Who else but a fake party of co- conspirators would refuse to create the few minutes of stupidly easy, blindingly obvious advertising to demolish Trump's character, integrity, and qualifications for office before letting him get elected? Why else would Constitutional scholar Obama ramp up Bush's illegal war & sign the civil-rights killing NDAA?
I'm aware the safe likelihood is just undirected incompetence, greed, lack of direction... Just Human nature & "Scheiss happens." That's the answer in most cases. In this case, it's one heck of a poop sandwich to swallow.
Must we ignore the possibility? If we don't act now to build some personal networks sharing survival strategies (I want to learn!), we'll be too-little too-late if I'm right, if my bet that we've lost all "wins."
I wouldn't be hostile to anyone who politely points out genuine flaws that I can't find, except for my mind (Pause for laughter), but expect me to argue in return when I can, always as a perfect gentlequeer, you doubting ay-holes. (Rimshot)
Or... it's easier to dismiss me as a crank, or... sigh, a repugnacun troll out to discourage you fine folks from clicking your little petitions, or planning your little chanting street parties, or phoning DC voicemails or poor overworked wage slaves & volunteers dredging those public phone sewers!... rant, rant... deep breath... No! I wish everyone the best if they believe any change can happen that way. I don't.
I copped this dark outllook from fellow grad students I met in the 80's who'd survived in Iron Curtain police states... which (resist urge to go all-caps, a wacko flag) we already are. Yes we are, since the election was on-paper-legitimately stolen.
I can't help it, I'm crying Wake up! I am NOT suggesting violent revolution, the stupidest choice possible against the biggest military in the world. The Fascists drool: "Please, just TRY to fight us!"
Slavoj Zizek recommends: Face the darkness head on, strategize how to maneuver in it.
I hope the few who don't ignore my rant will offer more than abuse, or the shrink-pimping legal-drug industry's stamp-o-Crazy... What? So I'm really making no noise but "Waaahhh I'm scared"? Just pop some doc-prescribed downers and smile? I consider it sometimes. My better half resists. Oh, is that manic depression? So far, no, and I comfort myself remembering the psychiatrist's Congressional testimony analyzing Mr. Smith in Capra's film. (Capra? Or did I Alzheimer the right name?)
Whaddaya think we can do?
"Chip chip chip chip, chip chip chip chip, CHIP (*Whistle*) COME-onnn... (Arf arf arf)
Serenade... to a poodle!"
("OMG, full-on lunatic babble!") No, requesting feedback to an old song, as the poet-clown I am.