Saturday, May 14, 2016

Making America Grate (Agon)

Photo: Russell Lee, FSA/Library of Congress
I am not here to say that the election of Hilary Clinton will be an unalloyed blessing to the Republic. I am here to say that she is manifestly the most qualified candidate in sight, and, beyond that, the DT has ZEE-ROW chance of being elected, however the Gone Old Party now seems to be rallying, kinda, behind their new main man.

Zero, as in none, zip, une-gatz, nil. The hell of the last week has been, and will be going forward, all the outlets who for reasons small and smaller find the need to fluff the Trump candidacy as possible, Mrs. Clinton as stumbling, and the election as anything resembling close. There are many, many factors standing in the way of that loudmouth's ascension to the OO: from demographic to structural to financial to organizational, but I would like to meditate upon another: fatigue, or disappointment.

As the contest skips merrily on to the conventions and the fall campaign it seems likely to yr. obt. hmbl. svt. that a certain percentage of DT supporters, say up to five, will grow less enthusiastic about his antics which we might safely assume will remain on the same aggravating wavelength for the duration. Without variety or letup, what's entertaining at 8pm can be very tiresome by midnight; and though true believers will cling to Donnie as to their guns and senseless dreams of future success, I don't see a lot more people climbing aboard the crazy train, and a statistically significant percentage debarking at stations down the line.

I'll add before ending that the same fatigue dynamic may now be at work at the campaign of that elderly, frog-voiced scold, who seems to have lost a couple percentage points to the despise-ed one in the last week. As the shadows lengthen on Bernie's day in the sun, the cranky statements from his staff, and threats of violence in Philadelphia now from his rather more enraged supporters, can only have a dampening effect on many people otherwise sympathetic to his goals, if not exactly on board with his candidacy. He had the chance to prove his point, that his campaign would invigorate new waves of citizens to come vote for the first time for profound social and political change. That didn't happen, and now he's trying to, what, save the Democratic Party from itself? Screw'im.

Sunday, May 08, 2016

Making America Grate

Now that my long-held prediction of the GOP's collapse has at last come to pass I'll need some other topic on which to stick out my neck.

While I had some earlier doubts that the DT would secure the nomination, it was only from a sense that the whole shambolic enterprise would stumble gamely through June and into a stew of ill will on Lake Erie's shore this August. In fact the whole building was shakier than even I suspected and, having forced out all the tenants, Donnie is fixing up the old place in his own extra-special image, and I am enjoying every moment of it.

I shall always love the DT for reminding the Gone Old Party's board of directors what a fucking disaster that squalid little man was, for the nation and the party that presumed to succor him, and how Donnie's unique brand of simmering fatuous nonsense turned out to be the most popular dish, served in heaping portions, to the business's white customers. If any of my Republican friends come asking my opinion of how things went so bloody wrong, I'd point them to that day 16 years ago, when Karl Rove's racist ratfucking screwed John McCain out of a win in S. Carolina. Everything devolved very naturally from there.

 My recent hiatus has come from having nothing further to add as the GOP imploded for good, and a growing sense of annoyance in regarding what's laughably called a political campaign by the Sanders movement. An angry, frog-voiced scold, BS has never once bothered to dress-up his narrow critiques of the status quo with anything approaching cogent proposals for regulation or legislation. Worse, he seems pleased not to appeal to anyone who may find fault with his limited campaign issues, rather harp instead on how he got jobbed in those Democratic primaries limited to, you know, Democrats; those rank-and-file voters who have preferred his opponent by a national two-to-one margin.

His is a Children's Crusade, and before you say that the same charge could have been leveled at Eugene McCarthy in 1968 and George McGovern in 1972, let me point out that back then half of the children were subject to an active draft, and were dying overseas in enough numbers, as the U.S. laid waste to much of Southeast Asia, so as to make the unsuccessful campaigns of both men necessary and admirable. I sense no high moral order in the VT senator's appeal, only a kind of hectoring purity, a righteous glare woefully unfit for politics.

And before someone insists that that's the whole point, let me observe that NO political and social reform has EVER been enacted in this country by a non-, or outsider, politician. Lincoln was a corporate lawyer who suspended habias corpus, finessed the freeing of slaves as a war measure and was content to browbeat and bribe enough House members to pass the 13th amendment. FD Roosevelt, it's reported, knew the names of every single Democratic county leader in the country by heart, and traded with the worst elements of southern Democrats to pass Social Security legislation, which first did not include measures for farm and domestic labor, that is: black folks.

Shall I go on? As president, US Grant, over the objection of his top generals, ordered that African American men be allowed to stay and serve in the Army. Harry Truman, a machine pol and middle-class Missouri bigot, commanded the armed forces be integrated. I don't think there were bigger, more corrupt sons-of-bitches ever in the White House than LB Johnson and his successor RM Nixon. The former brought us the Civil Rights Act, the latter the EPA. On the other hand, pure reformer W. Wilson was a rank racist whose term in office saw black people purged from the federal bureaucracy, and brought us Prohibition, and the Palmer Raids.

So, Berners, spare me your moral clarity, your know-it-all anger, and most especially your naive fear for the future. You pique is hardly different from the hot gas now venting from that dead elephant, and shares with it, if you ask me, a distinct odor of misogyny. None of it belongs in our grubby politics, and ours is a better nation exactly for that.