So I posted a blog last week where I said I’d vote for Hillary.
It wasn’t easy.
I’ve been called a pussy, a faggot, a misogynist, seriously, a misogynist a coward, a traitor and a post op transsexual. A Hillbot named Lisa Lindo, managed to disable one of my facebook accounts. Two years, two thousand contacts. Gone. This after I’d already made it clear I intended vote for her favorite vagina.
Math. Bernie won’t run third party, you can’t write him in unless he consents to be a write in candidate and he’s not going to. The democratic primary was a carnival of deception and swindling fuckery.
Jill Stein doesn’t stand a chance.
Gary Johnson has stupid hair and he’s just a republican running for a different, greedy, racist party.
The fact that we’ve been cornered into making this choice leaves me furious now and desperate later. Barring any charges or indictments by our dickless criminal justice system, the corporate vixen is predetermined to be the only choice we have for battling the power in legislative and judicial corridors.
I don’t imagine it going well, but still.
I’m changing my vote to Spiderman.
Because Trump looks more like a democratic plant every day. That he isn’t capable of any modicum of self control at all while competing for leader of the free world has begun to mess with my suspension of disbelief. The republican donor class infuses Hillary with cash. Surrogates of his primary competitors fill her coffers. He trips over his dick to be ever more offensive and moronic. It gets harder and harder to believe that anyone who’s managed to get this close to the presidency is so lacking in discretion or humility.
He has virtually no ground game, just one field office in the most important swing state of Florida. Campaign collateral in the form of signs, stickers etc. are all but unavailable. He swings his dick with seismic vigor but won’t stop doubling down on flat earth stupidity.
His is a history of king hell blowhardism and sociopathic arrogance but something more is at work here. I don’t recall him ever being as petulantly unhinged. I’ve only watched a single season of reality television in my life and it was The Apprentice about a decade ago. His personae on that show was docile relative to the toxically disordered personality on stage for this campaign.
Barely into the general and he’s whining about election fraud despite having won his party’s nomination equitably. He constantly threatens to bail on the RNC. He’s telegraphing excuses for losing by a landslide. Methinks he doth protest too much.
What is most instructive here is Trump’s adamant refusal to actually campaign on Hillary’s loathsome performance as secretary of state and her record as a public servant in general. There is so much “there” there, that willfully ignoring it all in favor of obtuse slogans and callow, incredulous lies is either breathtakingly stupid or a calculation to ensure an historic electoral ass beating.
I don’t believe such an orchestrated effort has ever been undertaken to convince me that a fascist, narcissistic dickhead is so much worse than a neoliberal, warmongering plutocrat.
Until now, I never would have imagined such a concerted offensive by the key holders to the universe to distract the American voter from the issues so salient and the policies so germane.
Drinks for my friends.
*This is the second song I’ve posted from the band “Missiles Of October”. The interesting thing about is that it’s the mix I had up on the console to cut the lead vocal and therefore not a mix at all. Right off the floor, No effects, no EQ, no compression and no fader moves straight to DAT. It is completely raw and we never intended for a version like this to see the light of day. We eventually re-cut the song at a studio in Laguna Beach because they changed the arrangement and added more of a shuffle beat. The other version turned out really well and it’s the version we finished for the record, but we decided to stick this little gem at the end of the record as a sort of ghost track, unlisted in the liner notes, as was popular back in the day.*
I watched the democratic convention.
It made the RNC look Fisher Price.
At least Trump won his nomination fair and square.
I adore the first lady.
Her composure and grace always give me pause. “I wake up every morning in a house built by slaves”. Damn.
President Obama was magical. Easily the most talented politician I have ever seen.
They spoke glowingly of a woman who would be president. They spoke admiringly of a candidate who is the the most corrupt, the least popular, the most hated, to ever run for president of the United States of America as a democrat.
The truth is awful.
They were so good at it I felt like crying.
And then Hillary spoke. Her cadence and style are a belt sander to my sensibilities. She hit all the right notes. There was plenty of red meat but it was absent the protein of honesty and sincerity.
The democratic party has become a parody of itself at the very least. The virus of neoliberlalism has proven to be as prolific as it is virulent. Nobody seems interested in a vaccine.
A gigantic asshole that could have easily been defeated by a ham fucking sandwich is in contest because the candidate who could have wiped the electoral map with him was marginalized by the DNC and the media while we were throat raped by Hillary Clinton’s coronation.
The choice forced upon us is fucking is dumb. I have never felt so cornered as a voter. The Wicked Witch versus Fuckface Von Clownstick.
Maybe she’ll be indicted or arrested, gawd knows there’s enough there. The problem isn’t quantity but quality. And not a lack thereof. Her shit may just be too big to fail.
So here’s what I’ve decided.
I’m going to change my party affiliation to Green. But I’m not going to vote for Jill Stein because she doesn’t have a chance. At a certain point, pragmatism informs my cynicism. I will ignore my gag reflex, hold my nose, vote for Hillary and come home to shower.
I will shit hammer the Clinton administration every goddamn week for my humble little platform. I will beat that meat like it owes me money. Hillary Clinton is about to face unprecedented obstructionism from the left.
My conscience tells me this is the best move I can make.
I refuse to suffer anyone, one way or another for voting one way or the other.
I can’t cover the sun with just my hand.
Drinks for my friends.
*The band is Down By Law from the very first record I ever produced recorded and mixed “Punkrockacademyfightsong” on Epitaph. One day after finishing some demos I did with them, lead singer Dave Smalley told me I was going to produce his next record and six months later he called to ask me if I was ready. As records go it went pretty smooth but I was wreck nonetheless, doubting myself the whole way and melting down here and there. And I managed to meet one of my few brothers from another mother and maintain a long distance bromance with the young drummer Hunter Oswald to this day. He stole laminated Waffle House menus for me without me asking because he just knew how bad I wanted them. I am proud of this record.*
So we don’t know if the truck driver in Nice was a jihadist or not.
It doesn’t matter for the reasons you think it does because truth is hard.
Western policy regarding terrorism is shit ridiculous. Our own president won’t even admit to the number of civilian deaths from our drones in half a dozen countries.
Americans have no idea.
We give more money to Israel in “foreign aid” than to all other countries combined. We support genocide and the illegal occupation of Palestine. More than just tacit approval of an apartheid state. We inject tons of cash. We sponsor it “bigly”. It’s disgusting.
Israel is a moral liability. The whole region is on fire because we give so much money to them that their college and health care is free while we pay for them to subjugate and enslave an entire people because of ethnicity and/or religious affiliation. If we just stopped doing that, things would be better in a heartbeat.
America could not be further from righteousness here.
The 24 hour news cycle spins and twists and pines over this tragedy and utterly fails to attempt the right questions. On one side there is an ignorant orangutan calling for the banning of people based on their religious affiliation and on the other we have a would be world leader who never met a war she didn’t adore fomenting for the military industrial complex because that’s her goddamn base.
Palestine has no army, no air force and no navy.
Our long history of intervention is a case study in clusterfuck.
The solution is as elegant as it is simple. Leave them the fuck alone. There is zero chance of solving any of this centuries old bullshit militarily. It makes it goddamn exponentially worse. Every time, it makes it worse. We’ll save shit loads of money and lives but there will be no profit for once.
It only goes on because it’s profitable.
And, newsflash, foreign terrorists are hardly an existential threat. Your chances of being gunned down by a toddler with a gun are far greater.
But we are greedy and they are petroleum product flush beyond belief. The answer here is simple too. We are absolutely capable of a power grid dependent almost entirely upon renewable resources. We are there. If you believe otherwise, you are gullible. Developmentally challenged. Probably a climate denier.
Here’s an idea, take the money we spend to allow Israel to be the biggest dick in the middle east and spend it on our own people who no have access to health care, a decent education or a not so stupid hair cut.
They don’t hate us for our religion, our way of life or our freedom. They don’t give a mad fuck about any of that. They hate us because we won’t stop fucking with them. All we have to do is stop. What we do now is ridiculous anyway. Battling mosquitoes with machine guns. Ant colonies with tomahawk missiles. Killing as many innocents as enemies. We keep spending more and more on the ability to annihilate whole countries when that hasn’t been the problem for decades.
Goddamn this is stupid.
Binary thinking. Conservatives versus liberals. Democrats versus republicans. Socialists versus capitalists. Islam versus Christianity. Girls versus boys.
It has to end immediately.
Or it goes on forever.
Drinks for my friends.
*This band was called Number 9. The whole project was a nightmare. I recorded some of it, mixed all of it and produced none of it. The producer was a semi famous songwriter who sat to my right and constructed masks out of track sheets and gear templates so that when I finally looked at him he was full on mocking me with one of my own cigarettes in his mouth. We were in some cheap ass studio in Chatsworth and this was my best effort. I couldn’t get any crisp or crunch out of the weird McNeve console. The label still owes me $800. It’s crazy to me that I did this for a living for almost 15 years. Goddamn I was good at it. This one is for you Risk Hataway.*
To survive the gauntlet of nomination for national office, you absolutely must be some fucking kind of clown.
Bernie proved that it’s possible to be viable without corporate lucre, but then there was corporate media and corporate campaign infrastructure. Sanders managed to dominate one leg of the tripod so the system demonstrated that two legs are better than one.
We need a third party, a fourth and probably a fifth. More parties are the answer. More parties are only possible with campaign finance reform. We must limit our election cycle and mandate that they are publicly funded exclusively, without exception.
If we can’t accomplish this much, we’re fucked no matter what.
I am done being a democrat either way.
We have two parties wholly owned by corporations that are recognized by the supreme court as people.
The nadir of this symbiosis is Clinton and Trump.
Chew on this for a minute. The republicans have conducted a far more representative and democratic primary than we have. The evidence is a lying gasbag of a narcissist who beat the living shit out of seventeen other candidates because of the stink of establishment corruption seeping from their pores and because he ultimately knows no uncouth. It was a breathtakingly stupid decision but it was completely congruent with the will of the majority of republican Americans capable only of breathing through their cake holes.
Our presidential primary on the other hand was not representative of the will of the people at all. It ignored the overt election fraud, disenfranchisement and purging. Closed primaries in key states. Super delegates. It acknowledges that the goal is to select rather than elect a candidate. That’s some real bullshit right there.
Is it irony that the republicans are way more indignant about it than we are?
Nothing changes until this does.
The liberal media is nonplussed at the fact that Jeb basically said they both suck so bad he can’t have anything to do with either of them. They just don’t get it. I think this was my favorite Jeb performance. He killed it. He didn’t have a goddamn thing to lose. He explained himself fairly well. I’d vote for him over these two losers.
Thing one and thing two.
They don’t get that we’re pissed off about the choice. The elites are much happier than the rest of us. Clinton has her hand on the brass ring. Goddamn these people are organized. We sell hope and they sell fear. So we start using fear to sell hope.
I won’t be a part of it any more.
The whole strategy consists of making us so afraid of chronic loser Trump, we vote for serial liar Clinton. This is why I’m furious.
There are people who think this shit is funny.
Drinks for my friends.
*The band is The Phenobarbidols, it’s a crazy record. “Fish Lounge”, named after the lounge at A&M with the giant saltwater tank in the wall. Eclectic. The singer Betsy, slept in the studio for much of the project. She made tea in the mornings and flirted with me by giving head to a banana in the evenings. The label was Sympathy For The Record Industry which means only Long Gone John ever listened to it. Brought to you by Studio Motherfucking C and at least one Neve 8 channel broadcast console. A good time was had by all and thanks to Alex Reed, because he had some idea what we we’re doing when I had none. Special shout out to Michael Whitaker who shared a vision I just wasn’t privy to at the time. There are some spectacular songs on this record. Beautiful ones, that I didn’t really appreciate until fifteen years after we made it. I recorded the fuck out of it. Alex Reed did everything else. And I mean everything.*
So Elizabeth Warren sold out. She’s thrown all of her considerable integrity and hard earned street cred behind the the most notorious corporate Wall Street whore to ever run as a democrat for president.
She’s been tasked with doing Hillary’s dirty work. Climbing into the ditch to counter the short fingered vulgarian cheap shot for cheap shot while Hillary stands to the side and nods with her patronizing rhythm of tacit approval in a tunic worthy of a Vulcan priestess.
Warren does a great job, it’s easy work. Trump is the worst republican to ever run for president. Awful in incredibly stupid ways.
Still, it’s hard to watch.
Elizabeth Warren, Al Franken, Cory Booker, Elijah Cummings, John Lewis, Sherrod Brown……..WTF is going on here? These alleged champions of progressive principles, pillars of social justice, shrink and skulk away when given the opportunity to advocate for the ultimate standard bearer of everything they’ve staked their reputations and careers upon.
It’s breathtakingly craven.
These few elected representatives, including and especially Warren, could have easily facilitated the nomination of the best candidate to ever run in my lifetime. But they didn’t.
The DNC has rejected medicare for all, a $15 an hour minimum wage, a carbon tax, a ban on fracking, the expansion of solar power and will not commit to defeating the TPP.
Since Wasserman Schultz became chair of The DNC we’ve lost over nine hundred state legislature seats, twelve governor seats, sixty nine house seats and thirteen senate seats. She initially scheduled six debates at the worst time possible for likely viewers and ended restrictions on lobbyist and PAC donations to benefit Hillary in the face of a Bernie threat.
This is your brain on the democratic party.
If this collection of malingering invertebrates were still in possession of their own dignity, the opportunity to smash the asphyxiating rule of establishment governance would have prevailed. A walk in the park, despite media bias and despite a deliberately arcane and archaic voting process.
It’s elementary, Trump is the most beatable republican douchenozzle to run for president ever. He’s an idiot and he celebrates it.
This is the best opportunity we’ve had in decades to elect a true, FDR-progressive brand of democrat.
Instead, we are forced to choose between two candidates under investigation for fraud and criminal malfeasance. Two candidates more interested in winning than governing. Two candidates that are the most unpopular in our history. Two candidates that are on record lying over and over and over.
Our first woman president will be a pyrrhic victory.
Just the other day, the state department asked for a delay in making some fourteen thousand emails between Clinton state department aids and Clinton Foundation operatives available to the public for over two years.
Goddamn Hillary is filthy.
Pee Wee Herman could beat a jackass like Trump with this this kind of machine behind him.
It has been said that this election is about authenticity.
I’m hard pressed to imagine anything more ironic.
Drinks for my friends.
The band is The Gotohells. Produced recorded and mixed by me and Alex Reed at Panda Studios in Clearwater Florida. Punk rock with rockabilly seasoning. The drummer remains one of my best long distance friends that I haven’t seen in twenty years. He played on the first record I ever produced and engineered, “Punkrockacademyfightsong” by Down By Law. They picked us from the Orlando airport and there was a cold six pack of Budweiser talls in the back seat. They took their hats off when Skynyrd came on the radio and took us to the original Hooters for lunch.
There is conspicuous consensus in this country demanding that our elected representatives do something about these chronic catastrophes. Mass murder is as wholesome and American as apple pie. We’re closer than ever to semi-automatic weapons being welcome at baseball games, Disney movie premieres and father daughter day events of every kind.
An overwhelming majority of us are begging them to do something. Democrats, republicans and independents.
We are begging.
But yesterday they refused.
Because they are spineless fucking cowards beholding to them that brung them. The very same assholes who invest inordinate amounts of political capital into panicking us with radical Islamic terrorism, ran from preventing the horror they enthusiastically foment so that domestic terrorists are allowed to march with hypocritical allegiance to the second amendment, shoot up abortion clinics, black churches and gay clubs.
I am disgusted.
This particular jackass wasn’t a terrorist. He was a self loathing homosexual largely because of the ridiculous tenets of a faith that is remarkably similar to western ideology. It’s just that easy to explain.
A uniquely American pathology that is both acute and chronic and incontrovertible proof that our elected “representatives” are sanctimonious losers and liars.
Here is proof that the people who you elect don’t represent you.
Here it is.
Here it fucking is.
So now, the republicans foist some weak sauce bill that will exclude some 2,700 loons from buying a lethal weapon as opposed to the one million out of a population of well over 340 million proposed by the other side. 3,400 Americans died at the end of household firearms in the last five weeks for fucks sake.
All because of some pious cunt named Wayne LaPierre and the NRA.
I use the word pious with all intentional pejorative force and the word cunt with all intentional pejorative force minus any gender connotation. Don’t give me any grief over this, Wayne LaPierre is a pious cunt.
And they all fear him because they are ridiculous cowards.
So every goddamn republican who was too timid to vote for legislation that barely even addresses the problem at hand, including two worthless democrats, ought to be impeached for dereliction of duty. For violating the trust of the people they were elected to represent.
The solution isn’t regulating guns or people. They aren’t mutually exclusive. The solution is regulating people with guns or people who would get them.
Do the goddamn math.
Drinks for my friends.
*So I’ve written chapters about this band. The “Psychodelic Zombiez”. Dumbest band name ever. Might be the best band I ever worked with. Simultaneously, the biggest long shot I ever invested in and the horse I cared about the most. Man, they could play. Made a whole record with them and didn’t pay a goddamn dime for any of it. Scammed it all. First horn section I ever recorded. If you like the song at all, search the website, I absolutely had to write about them. I had to make their record. Goddamn they could play. They broke my heart and it was inevitable. All done in Studio C at A&M Studios on a 32 input API and one 24 track analog Studer so fuck you.*
We are supposed to sit and lament with the talking heads that are even less connected to this tragedy than most of us? Cheap ass euphoric sentimentalism. Wholesale morbid exploitation of grief at its most circus. Whatever network does the best job at connecting with our horror and dismay. Whatever pundit or wannabe celebrity infotainer makes it the most tangible or visceral.
They all have heads too big floating above torsos waving us into their church of their cult of personality, to give the sermon, pass the collection plate and count the receipts.
Because it’s all about ratings baby.
I don’t give a shit what Trump or Hillary have to say about this abject tragedy. Neither one is any closer to this than the rest of us. Trump mocks Obama for not using “politically incorrect” terminology. Hillary ups the ante by saying she’s not afraid to and the media spews it all reflexively.
This asshole wasn’t an Islamic terrorist. He was a homegrown jackass. Born here, raised here and that’s it. He was a simple minded hater. Full of rage for reasons we’ll probably never understand that might have more to do with how jacked up we are as a society. Maybe it was Newt or Pat or Donald or Ted or the reckless “journalists” that breathlessly cover every word they puke. He didn’t even understand the difference between Al Qaeda and Hezbollah. Isis and Hamas. Sunni and Shia.
He was a bipolar, misogynistic, self loathing homosexual who should never have been allowed near a gun. That’s the goddamn story. Fisher Price. The rest is bullshit but they have to keep talking about it for the next three days because that’s just too neat. Too sensible. Not enough to enrage, confuse or distract.
I have gay friends. People I adore. Nothing would afflict me more than this obnoxious, cloying and insipid coverage were this to happen to any of them.
The proscenium the American media plays beneath is rotting.
Look in the mirror. Look at what we gulp and pursue everyday.
Maybe that sent him over.
Maybe it was the NRA doing everything it can to ensure a suicidal sociopath like this can light up a joint full of queers at closing time because the losers we elect and expect to protect us are too afraid of a worthless bitch like Wayne LaPierre.
Because the NRA has convinced about 20% of mouth breathing Americans that the 2nd amendment means they have the right to kill anyone that threatens their intelligence, sexuality or bigoted political views with a rifle designed for military combat. A rifle not designed for hunting. A rifle specifically engineered to be as lethal as possible in a theater of war. In other words, a “sport rifle”.
We are staring down the throat of the problem and arguing over the fucking teeth.
The way we keep this from happening, on this particular scale, is we stop selling these weapons of mass destruction to everyone, not just the developmentally challenged, but everyone. It just doesn’t happen in countries that they aren’t available for sale in.
Drinks for my friends.
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*The band is Pretty Mary Sunshine. We made a record. I’m not sure why. She couldn’t sing. She was perpetually flat. There was no auto tune back then. We did vocal comps forever. This is the only song I think we were able to make work. It took forever. It’s good though.
There has been tremendous fuckery to prevent Bernie Sanders from competing to represent the conscience and will of smart people.
The smoking gun is the difference between exit polls and “official” totals. Other countries use a more than 2% difference as reason to investigate for voter fraud. Someone somewhere has decided that exit polls will no longer be reported in this country because the discrepancy has been exceeded by double digits in more than half dozen states. Because the difference has always favored Hillary. Because the results for republicans were well within 2% every single time.
Last night in California, every single advance poll had them within 2 or 3 points of each other but Bernie lost by 12 points and of course, there were no exit polls to be had. Not the first time it’s happened and not the tenth.
Nobody likes them.
They are mutually assured destruction. There is no joy in choosing the lesser of two corrupt and misanthropic sociopaths.
Hillary’s reign will be a protracted bleeding and Trump’s will be a sudden blood let. You and I are gonna get pummeled no matter what.
Mainstream media devoted more attention to obfuscation and distraction than to Bernie Sanders drawing sixty thousand in Oakland last Monday.
Bill Clinton is a serial philanderer and Hillary covered for him because she had ambitions of her own. The Clintons are posers when it comes to philanthropy. Donald Trump lies about his philanthropy and is a serial philanderer.
You’ve got be fucking kidding me.
Cable news pukes it all in our laps with awesome and reckless indiscretion. The GOP didn’t have shit so they foisted this dickhead and now he could beat her so the DNC establishment is pissing itself because they own how rotten Clinton is. They understand she is particularly vulnerable to a madman who will tell all the truths about her that Bernie wouldn’t, and supplement them with lies that the media can be counted on to put on blast.
A Frankenstein is about to escape.
The two party system is bullshit.
Look at how rapidly all the republican leaders who were vehemently and ideologically opposed to Trump have fallen into lockstep. What does it take to embarrass these assholes?
Then there’s the goddamn establishment democrats lining up to endorse the most crooked and unpopular candidate they’ve championed since forever. Who knew? Cory Booker, Al Franken. Sheezus. This whole thing stinks like a dumpster pissed on by drunks for weeks in the dead of summer.
I am so done.
This is what I’ve been expecting for for months now. I didn’t expect this furious loathing I’ve developed for her.
I will not vote for this woman.
I sure as fuck won’t vote for this man.
It’s the dumbest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
If Trump gets elected it will be the most humiliating four years of his adult life and ours too. My biggest fear is that Hillary gets elected, and it’s the most rewarding eight years of her life.
This is gonna suck no matter what.
Drinks for my friends.
*UPDATE: As of June 9, Hillary has about 1.9 million votes and Bernie has about 1.5 million votes in California. THERE ARE 2.6 MILLION VOTES YET TO BE COUNTED. The mainstream media is LYING when they say 100% of the vote has been counted. At least 44% of the votes have NOT been counted and their is every expectation that the majority of those ballots, provisional ballots, are for Bernie. Among independent voters, Bernie hammers Hillary by 40%. FAR from the only state this kind of bullshit has occurred in. This is nothing other than ELECTION FRAUD. If you do nothing else this election cycle, spread this information far and wide. Post it and share it over and over. We are being lied to, suppressed and disenfranchised overtly and prolifically. The oligarchy has been installing presidents for longer than I care to guess and that is EXACTLY what is happening now, right in front of you. Do something.
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The band is Rat Bat Blue. I had no idea what I was doing when they found me or I found them. They could play and I was trying really hard. They ended up being amazing. I tuned the drum kit for this song. I actually have a picture. I gave them, after a time, some of the best recordings I ever made. I did at least two dozen songs with them over two or three years. They got signed to Atlantic. The legendary Bob Ezrin stepped in. I competed with the guy who made The Wall and Kiss Destroyer. Briefly. The record went double balsa.
If Trump gets elected we will vote in any democrat four years from now who wears socks. If Hillary wins, we’ll elect any republican who wears pants.
Either way, we’re fucked.
And the fraud that is our two party system will endure.
This is a goddamn disaster.
I need to make this point again. The problem with Trump, beyond being a miserable narcissistic blowhard is that he has no fucking idea what he’s doing. The Problem with Hillary, despite being the most crooked democrat to ever run for president, is that she knows exactly what the fuck she’s doing.
Hillary is not interested in reinstating Glass Steagall or appointing justices to the supreme court that will overturn Citizens United . Her pant suits slosh with cash. She’s a serial liar. She used her position as secretary of state to make quid pro quo arms deals in exchange for contributions to her money laundering charity. The cabal that made her stinking rich won’t have anything to do with Glass Steagall or Citizens united and neither will she. She’ll pay requisite lip service to social issues. She’ll appear on television with screeching cadence and stab her hand at LGBQT concerns and racial inequality, but when it comes down to the genuine, underlying economic issues that are the impetus for it all, she’ll work relentlessly behind the scenes to serve herself and the people who got her here.
Then she’ll start a new war and escalate the existing ones to enrich the rest of her goddamn base.
I loathe her.
She scares the crap out of me.
Who the hell knows what Trump will do? He’ll be such a stumbling mumbling fuck that they’ll remove all the valuable art and hide the china. He’ll show up on television all indefatigable and the mouth breathers will swoon. He’s a serial liar. Get used to that idea of him being all up in our shit. He’ll be on TV every goddamn day vomiting bigotry and madness to distract us.
But he’ll be marginalized. Thank gawd he doesn’t drink. They won’t let him have the football or the biscuit. The secret overlords will tirelessly run interference. I doubt he’ll start any more wars and probably won’t be interested in perpetuating the half dozen we’re already in. It may be his biggest frustration and what finally exhausts him because that’s really what they want him to do.
He’s an idiot.
He’s not prepared to do a goddamn thing for you or me.
Neither of them is troubled at all by the responsibility of governing. Both are consumed by the singular goal of winning at any cost and continuing a relentless pursuit of aggrandizement.
Both can be counted on to advance America’s well established legacy of prisons for profit at the expense of the proletariat. I expect neither to do a goddamn thing about the chronic concentration of wealth in America. Both are long established plutocrats.
He’s a sexist misogynist prick and she foments a gender bias far more sagacious than she routinely accuses everyone who opposes her of.
Same as it ever was.
Both of their cults worship and celebrate their reprehensible lack of values.
The system is rigged but consider this, it is absolutely rigged for Clinton but totally rigged against Trump and we still ended up with both of them.
We deserve these two posers.
We did this to ourselves.
The two most hated candidates ever.
Us in the mirror.
We broke it and now we buy it.
We had our chance.
His name was Bernie Sanders.
Drinks for my friends.
* This song is from a band called Ape Hangers. My third record. Made entirely in studio C at A&M records by me and Alex Reed. We had songs on two major motion picture soundtracks and early radio response was really positive. Both movies tested poorly, the label wimped out and a solid record died from asphyxiation, along with my career. It was the first record I made after Everclear’s smash debut on Capitol and you’re only as good as your last record. It was a cruel business. Given the post punk and grunge musical climate in ’96, had they devoted resources already allocated to promoting this song as a single, I’d be living in hills or at least south of the boulevard in the valley.
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You’ve been in my living room for years. Pretty much from the beginning. You know, post Keith Olbermann. I was even a fan of you before that, on Air America.
I’ve always understood that you have an agenda, a bias. It never bothered me. It was usually congruent with mine. You’ve always been pretty transparent about it, so I’ve always been able to factor it in and filter it all with that in mind.
I have long appreciated that you report on issues and stories that no other network would or could. I’ve enjoyed the humor and aplomb of your approach. I love that you broke the Flint Michigan story and the various bullshit that’s occurred regarding voting, civil and gender rights. I adore how brave and salient your priorities have been.
But lately you’ve been pissing me off. Your coverage and commentary on the Sanders campaign in general and the recent events at the Nevada convention in particular are clumsy, irresponsible and embarrassing. It was lazy and intellectually disingenuous. You simply didn’t report the facts. What you did broadcast was sloppy conjecture. You interviewed the chair of the the Nevada DNC, Roberta Lange, the woman at the center of the controversy, and let her tell lie after lie after lie.
It was a smear.
Why didn’t you give equal time to someone like Erin Billbray, a Nevada super delegate, who could have given an accurate accounting of events and eyewitness testimony? If Thom Hartmann was able to get this “get”why weren’t you? Why didn’t you invite Nina Turner? What the fuck Rachel?
Why do you continue to repeat lies about chairs thrown, violence and people needing medical attention even on Friday’s broadcast? These are lies Rachel Maddow. I know that you know they are lies and I am disgusted.
There was no violence. There were no chairs thrown. A thousand cell phone cameras and nothing to support the crap you continued to report. The alleged threats to Lange are completely unsubstantiated. No proof, no evidence, no forensic investigations of the recordings. Jon Ralston finally admitted he wasn’t even there and you based most of your bullshit on his reporting.
When it comes to the Sanders campaign, you’re no different than FOX News and every other entity out there. He is the best candidate to run for president in my lifetime and you all lie so egregiously as to not consider the well being of the people you broadcast to but rather to serve a more insidious itinerary of corporate dominance and political mendacity.
I am profoundly disappointed. You violated my trust. The MSNBC network is bad enough with Chris Matthews’ obvious conflict of interest, but you are clearly in the tank for a candidate that I cannot support. I would be a fool to expect honesty and integrity from you in light of this. I will continue to rely on sources that cannot be corrupted by corporations because they have inoculated themselves by refusing to take their money.
After all, isn’t that the entire point of Bernie’s campaign? The influence of corporations and their money in our society and our political system? The point that you, your network, and every other media outlet exert transparent strain to ignore?
You are complicit and I am offended.
Shame on you.
Drinks for my friends.
* The band is Missiles of October and goddamn they could play. Man I tried to get them signed. We tried so hard. Along with my partner Alex who is as responsible for the sound of this record as I am. He’s a genius. It was the MTV era and they were all in their mid to late forties. Not camera friendly. Dusty Wakeman from Dwight Yoakam’s band told me no as I sat outside his studio while mixing Agnes Gooch at Mad Dog Studios. There were several bands that broke my heart and this was one of them. We killed this record. Among the best we ever made. Close to perfect. They were amazing. They could write and play like nobody’s business. Los Angeles Times record of the year but we couldn’t get them a deal. Studio goddamn C at A&M studios back in the fucking day. Mixed at SoundCastle studios in Silverlake on an SSL.
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This is how it will play. The mainstream media will leverage the monster they are responsible for to promote the alleged sanity and safety of Hillary Clinton. The plan all along has been too convince us that she is not only the lesser of two evils, but our savior and protector from the evil misogynist bigot they gleefully created.
He was never actually going to be president. Goofecock republicans had nothing but cadavers and they needed a horse race for ratings and revenue. So the powers that be completed the manufacture of this reality star Frankenfucker into a viable candidate.
It’s all about obfuscation.
Let’s not forget who’s responsible for the other half of this date with insanity. Rip off the mask and let’s see. There’s you and there’s me and a two party system that is as corrupt as the day is long. We’ve all been willing and we’ve all participated. Cheer leading and sloganeering. Red vs. blue. Democrats vs. republicans. Neoliberals vs. neoconservatives.
Progressives versus assholes.
There hasn’t been a red pubic hair’s difference between us in decades.
Maybe there is a caveat. Maybe they knew they could exploit the majority into thinking this is some goddamn sports rivalry. Maybe they swabbed our cheeks in the middle of the night in order to devise a bacterial culture to infect us all with some demented populism. All I know is I watched too many of us stagger forth to drink from the trough with a misguided thirst for patriotic superiority. We are at least somewhat responsible for our own stupidity.
Politics has long been a swim at your own risk, no lifeguard on duty proposition. Yet it has somehow become a personal Superbowl in the minds of many. We can all run onto the field and play now, even if the helmets we wear were prescribed by a doctor for adventures at the museum or the mall.
More idiots think they have a voice while more reasonable people realize they don’t than ever before.
This whole campaign was over before it started. Trump as the potential foil but only after a contentious primary. Hillary emerges on a unicorn and saves us from the short fingered vulgarian just in time to make sure fracking is safe and more troops are needed in the Middle East.
There’s no way we can afford tuition free college and medical care paid for by our taxes like every other civilized country on the goddamn planet because there is evil in the world that threatens our existence and we simply must have the most gigantic defense budget in the history of humankind. Nevermind that we already do. Besides, poor people don’t deserve anything because they are lazy and slovenly and morally bankrupt.
Hillary’s bankster buddies will be okay because they are weaponized on a global scale and they will take America hostage the next time they get their tit in a ringer just like the last time. She is more of a republican than he is and he is more of a democrat than she is.
They are both lying to you. At a certain point, you have to take responsibility for being a fool. It’s easier to fool a man than it is to convince him he’s been fooled.
We had one last shot at this and we fucking blew it.
Once again into the breech.
Meet the new boss.
Same as the old boss.
Go Bernie go.
Drinks for my friends.
* This one song erases all my losses. Agnes Gooch. I made this one with my cock out. I have no idea how it sounds on your device but this was produced recorded and mixed in Studio goddamn C at A&M records in Hollywood California back in the fucking day by yours truly. It’s the biggest most pissed off and elegant song I ever had a hand in. The bass player was a friend of mine. He called himself Johnny Lonely. Johnny showed up in my control room one day with Scott Thomas from Anna Purna and Kelly Scott from Dumpster and licked my arm while I was threading the multi and told me about his new band “The Gooch”. I somehow happened into the cream of the crop from this one strain of Hollywood underground. Exactly the band I wanted. It’s a goddamn demo. They made a record. It sucked. The A&R guy that signed them wore lime green shorts and espadrilles. Even after they made their record, they kept coming back to me to record them. We probably did thirty songs together at least. They were the fucking shit. I was their slut. I recorded them anywhere, anytime.
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I couldn’t believe it when she sent her daughter out to say he wanted to take health care away from everyone who managed to get it under the ACA. I’m still in awe of her opposition to a $15 an hour minimum wage while she took credit for it when it passed in New York.
How much she lied about the TPP and the Keystone pipeline. How much she lied about her vote on the Iraq war and her performance as secretary of state. Libya anyone? Honduras? She can’t possibly say more about fracking around the world and she can’t possibly say less about it on the campaign trail.
The highest unfavorable ratings in history for any presidential candidate ever if it weren’t for this dickhead Trump.
This woman is awful.
There is rampant election fuckery. When the democratic exit polls are off by as much as 14% while the republican exit polls are all spot on for the exact same primary, I wonder. This sort of statistical anomaly has only ever occurred once before. The Bush extravaganza. That was a party. As many as 120,000 voters were purged from the rolls in Brooklyn alone. The official in charge of “auditing” that particular malfeasance is a delegate for Hillary. I’m about to blind myself with a fork and some over the counter hot sauce.
I have zero doubt that we are looking at election fraud and media manipulation that is orders of magnitude greater than any ever perpetrated by a democratic candidate before. This shit is deep. And long.
Her roster of gigantic asshole stars of the financial sector is proof of ties to gigantic assholes that have been dry humping us forever. She just hit up the Bush dynasty for cash. Really, she just did that. It’s sick.
She won’t to tell us what she said in exchange for enormous amounts of money to the warlocks. They broke our economy and still whip the backs of the middle class and she refuses to discuss it. It stinks like a pile of cadavers.
She installed a private server in her house to inoculate herself against FOIA requests. She made arms deals as secretary of state in exchange for contributions to her bullshit “charity”. The biggest thing the Clinton Foundation has accomplished is making the Clintons and their friends rich as fuck.
She’s a proud archetype of the champion preeminent war criminal, her buddy Henry Kissinger.
Were I to vote for her in the the general election, she would be the single worst democratic candidate I’ve ever voted for in my life. The single worst candidate I’ve ever voted for.
I won’t do it.
Damn the torpedoes. The DNC foisted this sea monster upon all of us and they all deserve to wake up with dirt in their mouths. I am done with this party of thieves and liars. Full steam ahead.
Donald Trump is one adept cracker but he is far more honest than she is. He’s only guilty of being a dumbass narcissist and an amateur serial liar. Trump is a train wreck but Hillary Clinton is an engineer who will deliver more of the same chronic ebb. The precipitous decline of your lifestyle. The atrophy of your buying power until you can only afford groceries and you start to really worry about your teeth. More war. More concentration of wealth and abject poverty. Her supreme court nominees will be neoliberal, corporatist hawks. She will be relentless.
I’ve evolved on this issue.
I refuse to suffer this bullshit. One is a clueless asshole of a prick who has no idea what he’s doing and the other is a cold and calculating bitch who knows exactly what she is doing. I am sick and fucking tired of choosing between the lesser of two evils foisted upon us by this criminally archaic two party system. The lesser of the two evils in this election is Donald goddamn Trump.
I’m not kidding.
We didn’t like her in ’08 because we saw her. We like her even less now because we can see her better.
We’re about to get what we deserve.
Fuck this shit.
I will not vote for her.
I will not vote for him.
Go Bernie go.
Watch this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PV_PLCC6jeI&app=desktop
Drinks for my friends.
*Press the play button at the top of the blog. This is 16 Horsepower. This was actually released by A&M and did pretty well. A very cool band. They gave us a week or so and we made an EP. The bass player was a luthier and I remember he built the upright bass I recorded here. They never made a better record. Ever. It was the first time I ever recorded a banjo, a concertina and a stand up bass. I killed it.
I’m about to piss you all off.
Bernie Sanders is not going to get the nomination. Media complicity and the most formidable and corrupt political machine ever don’t even see party.
Unless she somehow finally earns an indictment.
I’m not holding my breath.
The democratic convention will be contested and the republican convention won’t. That’s ballsy and I adore it. He should piss them off. Frustrate the fuck out of them and leave them reeling.
She punctuates her lies on my TV with the disturbing rhythm of a stabbing hand that is somewhere between a self righteous fist and what she thinks is conviction. I experience ear nose and throat pain. Her female card makes me want to cut off my junk and join the church as a eunuch just to make a point.
Way too many Americans don’t like this woman.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Donald Trump is the biggest fraud ever to garner enough celebrity to lead a party of such incorrigible douchenozzles. The irony is, even they hate him. The irony is, they can’t even stand the jackasses they offered up instead.
So here we are.
It goes without saying that I will vote for Bernie in the California primary, but the two candidates with the highest unfavorable ratings in the history of the contest have somehow become our only choices.
There is absolutely no way for Bernie to mount a third party campaign. Too late for state ballots. It’s not gonna happen.
I totally get the “Bernie or bust” movement. I’ve entertained the notion of obstinately writing him in or voting for Trump to hasten our demise so we can get on with the burning it all to the ground thing and the revolution. Smart progressives see this as a conundrum.
I am sorely tempted.
I hate that we have to choose between two such assholes.
Here’s the deal, if we don’t vote for the candidate that might restore balance to the Supreme Court, we are screwing ourselves for a generation at least. There won’t be any revolution. No single issue looms larger.
He is not going to get the nomination.
Bernie Sanders, Alan Grayson, Elizabeth Warren, Russ Feingold and even some of them who defected to Hillary are handing us a cudgel. Maybe a corked bat.
It could be useful.
It’s as simple as that.
Don’t fucking whine at me. I’m not interested in telling you I told you so. Put on your big boy pants. Be proactive and get ready for what happens next. Change doesn’t happen in a single goddamn election. He will storm the convention and burn the house down. The democratic establishment and the punditocracy will have no choice but to bear witness and testify.
I won’t be a democrat after this campaign.
Fuck this shit.
Drinks for my friends.
*This musical selection is the from the last record I ever made. A straight up pop song. Just locate the little play button at the top and click it. I remember mastering it at Capitol Records when I found out my friend Keith was dying of Mad Cow disease. He was a vegetarian. The bass line unlocks the entire song.
Everywhere there has been an open primary or caucus, Bernie won decisively. Just about everywhere he lost was a closed contest. Closed,where independent voters weren’t merely excluded, but would have had to register democrat as long as six months ago just to vote.
Independents are a far larger voting bloc than democrats or republicans.
Last night was no exception. The four he lost were closed. The one he won was open.
Deliberately arcane bullshit.
This system that Sanders and Trump rail against is absolutely rigged.
Minus the archaic rules that exclude independents, we’d be looking now at a general election starring Sanders and Trump. Bernie would be well on his way to making the callow megalomaniacal jackass cry in front of his ignorant bigoted supporters by now.
What we have now is a choice between two candidates with the highest unfavorable ratings in our history. One is filthy rich and refuses to release any tax returns and the other refuses to release the transcripts of absurdly lucrative speeches made to the arch enemy of you and me that made her filthy rich. Both are world class blowhards that will say anything to win. Both are morally and ethically bereft and both alternate between empty slogans and embarrassing displays of inauthentic populism.
Americans are stupid and the system somehow knows it.
I can’t stand it.
The political revolution Bernie Sanders championed must continue until the rich have to deal with only cake left to eat. Or at least until our representatives aren’t only there because of some transactions and the districts bought for them. Until we begin to jail the white collar pricks that crashed us all and still crack the whip everyday. The ones that will get away with it again. Until we ban fracking and take the subsidies from fossil fuels and give them to wind and solar. Until there is racial justice. Until we get over this perpetual war thing.
Neither doppelganger foisted on us this time will do fuck all about any of this.
These insidious devils who haunt our political process so thoroughly manage to inject into everything that we experience.
Bernie Sanders should not blunt his rhetoric against either front runner, he should hone it like a goddamn broadsword.
Go Bernie go.
Drinks for my friends.
*Once again I’ve attached an unreleased song I helped make the life of two cats ago. There is a bar at the very top of the blog and all you have to do is click the play button. The band was called Agnes Gooch and they were the shit. I probably cut 30 songs with them. They got a record deal. The record went double balsa and they probably all have day jobs now like me. My demos absolutely smoked the record they made. This sort of thing happened a lot.
She’s got a new campaign ad that exploits the Sandy Hook tragedy.
She imagines it will be the nail in Bernie’s coffin and a firewall against any republican she faces because there is barely any other divide that separates the sane from the crazy more than than guns.
She might be right.
It’s spectacularly cheap and lazy.
Just the doing of it should be revolting.
Gun violence is an issue in America but we have bigger fish to fry. What we have here is nothing compared to our gun problem worldwide.
She voted for the Iraq war when even I knew the intelligence was complete crap. The deals she presided over and championed as secretary of state that armed whole populations with far more lethal firepower and far more lethal results is the whale not the fish.
She will say anything, no matter what she’s done. A poster girl for hypocrisy. Republicans don’t fear her because she’ll stop them. They fear her because she’s better at it than them.
I fear her because her because she sold her soul to the avarice that always leads to murder on a scale that makes me shudder.
This all sounds a little hateful.
Bear with me.
With so much blood on her hands, she dares to make it a domestic issue. I am in awe. Bernie says we shouldn’t be able to sue a gun manufacturer or shop owner for a legal product sold legally and he’s right. If you happen to kill someone with your car, the last entity you can sue is Ford or Honda. Yes, most guns are for killing people, and some are for killing lots of people rapidly, but they are fucking legal as advertised, so you don’t get to hold the seller or the manufacturer accountable because of some crazy asshole who committed the actual crime.
Politicizing the massacre of innocent children. Not because it’s right in any sense. Not because it’s a morally or ethically sound position for her to stake. But because it’s expedient and it appeals to a broader fear and sentimental melancholy. Because it obfuscates all of her career adventures as a sociopath.
Hillary Clinton wants to be lovable but she’s not.
She wants us to like her but we don’t.
We should be able to sue her and every arms dealer she ever endorsed or profited from.
No self respecting liberal or progressive has ever sought to politicize the Sandy Hook massacre.
What we have here is complete lack of self respect.
She doesn’t give a mad fuck about us either.
Drinks for my friends.
*If I did this right, at the top of the page you’ll see a bar with a play button on the left that you can click to listen to a song I produced, recorded and mixed sometime in the previous century. I did this sort of thing for over a decade so I have lots of this stuff. I also made at least one record that sold like fucking pop tarts. Let me know if it actually works or if you hate it. Let me know if it doesn’t work or if you don’t see a fucking thing. I intend to keep doing this, so my advice is to let me know.
This is the contest.
It won’t be democrats versus republicans.
No goofecock republican is gonna be president. The whole bench is so shallow and reviled that the republican establishment is beside itself drooling, sweating and white knuckling their way to a convention they know will be a culsterfuck of such extraordinary magnitude, they’ll be dealing with mob violence and political nuclear winter for years.
The whole GOP implosion is going to sound exactly like the sigh of brain rot, marching and combustion.
They don’t have a candidate.
The general election is in seven months and they don’t have a goddamn candidate.
They would have a failed hotel concierge/real estate tycoon named Trump.
I do worry about just how close Hillary’s unfavorable ratings are to Trump’s. Either one will have the highest unfavorable rating of any president ever elected. Most sane people in America loath them both. The people who adore them want a cage match. The low information voters whose entire repertoire is callow slogans and empty headed talking points.
The democratic party is in almost the same trouble for the exact same reasons.
People get red faced and apoplectic over the word ‘establishment’. I’m glad they do but I’m sad all the dumb ones don’t know why.
Where there’s arrogance there is ignorance. The money says Hillary will be in the cage with Trump. It’s gonna be awesome I promise. They both suck and that thrills me. It’s going to be as ugly and stupid as any wrestling fan could possibly imagine.
Everybody and all the politicians next to them have the hobby of thinking Trump is the shallowest of douchebags they can’t wait to thwart. They know he’ll try a bunch of really dumb shit that will fail miserably. All the same people feel that way about Hillary but figure they can work with her. She’s got principles.
The Donald didn’t actually plan to be president. I think he’s shitting himself. Cocaine is a helluva drug. So is power. He’s crapping his pants but he keeps comes coming back for more. If he discovers adult diapers we could be in for a very long night.
She made the very calculated decision that releasing the transcripts of lucrative speeches to the very institutions who broke our economy and have been found guilty of criminal fraud is more likely to cost her the election than not releasing them. Zero consideration of ethics or morality. She is totally hiding something.
I used to respect Hillary Clinton and hate Donald Trump.
I still hate Donald Trump.
We keep ending up with these lowest common denominator candidates.
A lot of his people won’t vote for her because many of them aren’t democrats. A significant number of right leaning independents will vote for him over her and Trump. Her people will vote for Bernie though. This is why virtually every poll shows him kicking far more ass over any given republican than she can. Bernie understands all this very well.
He’s now tied or beating her nationally.
This democratic primary is the contest because it doesn’t matter who wins the republican nomination. The GOP will hoist a loser, guaranteed. What we have right fucking now is a choice between fracking all the time or windmills that don’t cause cancer. Health care paid for by our taxes and affordable education just like every other first world country in the world that we’ll need to to compete with or more war and economic injustice that fills our prisons and bathes Hillary’s real base in the filthiest lucre.
Go Bernie go.
Drinks for my friends.
Yes, Bernie Sanders isn’t an establishment democrat. He’s not a neoliberal, corporatist, bloodthirsty hawk in the pocket of every goddamn military industrial contractor, weapons manufacturer and bank with tons of dirty money to burn in electing another bullshit democrat.
For this, you are either grateful or an idiot.
Hillary needs to keep talking about Bernie not being a democrat and so does James Carville. Al Franken breaks my heart. His defection to this fuckery really stings me. Barney Frank has become the epitome of an establishment democrat. Shame on him. Paul Krugman needs to stop his rambling and dithering, listen to Robert Reich or piss up a rope. Debbie Wasserman Schultz should be clerking at the 7-11.
Bernie is not a democrat and that’s good.
It’s really good.
Democrats have sucked for a long time.
Hillary, along with the establishment DNC, have become archaic and obsolete. They cheer the implosion of the republican party while their own demise shows all the same symptoms. They pay requisite lip service to social issues and line up to screw us over on economic justice.
It’s pretty simple. On both sides there is disgust over money. The way money influences our lives, our elections and our media. The way ridiculously rich people and corporations control our rights and choices. Both sides foment common populist rhetoric.
The result of economic drought for regular people has produced dramatically different candidates along with the most polarized electorate in decades. There is Bernie on the left and the blunt bigotry and stupid ignorance of jackasses like Trump and Cruz on the right. Republicans have all been pissing in the petri dish forever. The vulgarity of the entire post Obama GOP was inevitable. The GOP has been a bunch of stick up the ass, racist pricks for at least forty years.
The same way republicans began to suck under Reagan, Bill Clinton introduced and then implemented the concept of democrats sucking. The Clintons fucked this country hard with a particular genius. Engineering it in a way that we didn’t realize until George W. was wreaking havoc on the world stage with a disastrous war that could still end in a global inferno.
Trump does it for free. By being fact free. Substance free. A blowhard. It guaranteed him the media magnifying glass for free and he knew it. There’s your free stuff.
As an alternative, the GOP foists Ted Cruz on the mouth breathers.
Both parties getting real serious about getting on with it. I’m aware of the math but the season is barely over. The establishment is reacting slowly. Democrats are still trying to figure out which lane Hillary intends to occupy. Pro Nixon, pro Reagan or pro Bush.
Bernie beat Hillary last week by the same spread Cruz beat Trump and all I heard about is fucking Trump and Cruz. He beat her by 13 goddamn points when he was down 10 barely a month ago. With the alleged inevitability of Hillary and the obscene uncouth of Trump and Cruz, Bernie is still not available on our airwaves but Cruz and Trump are all over my goddamn TV.
He’s won eight of the last nine but you’d never know it by watching television.
There are no real democrats anymore.
I’m here to talk about that.
Hillary and Billary Clinton owe their personal fortune to the same people who broke the economy in 2008. Hillary Clinton owes her campaign to these fucks. I imagine they they are barely able to spit the words Franklin Delano Roosevelt or even Teddy Roosevelt.
And they feel the need to constantly remind us that Bernie is no democrat.
You’re fuckin’ A he’s not.
She faces a fierce challenge because she is one of the ridiculously rich people in every way. They are her friends. They fund her dirty campaign. They pay her goddamn rent. She sips champagne in their hot tubs. They own her.
He’s the only senator who isn’t Beverly Hillbilly rich.
No shit this is a single issue campaign.
Drinks for my friends.
It may still be.
I’m realistic and pragmatic about it.
Still, it really chaps my ass.
I was a fan of Bill Clinton. If I’m not mistaken he presided over the longest period of economic prosperity in history at the time. I was naive. The canard of his legacy of course, is that much of the destruction he wrought did not manifest until after he left office.
We now know all too well how his bipolar devotion to deregulation metastasized into economic drought for the middle class.
Hillary Clinton categorically, shows no sign that her presidency will be any different. One of the things at the top of my list is her disingenuous zeal when defending an obstinate refusal to release transcripts of lucrative speeches to the very institutions that Bill enabled in their efforts enrich themselves while breaking the backs of ordinary Americans and driving the world economy to a near apocalyptic famine. It only convinces me that she has a lot to lose and more than a little to hide.
This alone disqualifies her in my eyes.
There is so much more. She won’t even commit to a $15 an hour minimum wage when she knows that even that doesn’t guarantee a hardworking full time employee the opportunity to be self sufficient. Food, shelter and transportation.
Her stance on fracking is so convoluted and conditional it basically amounts to tacit support.
She won’t commit to expanding medicare and not cutting social security. I am profoundly disgusted by the fact that she is saying that free tuition and single payer health care are unrealistic expectations despite the fact that just about every first world nation without a bloated defense budget now has some version of both.
Exactly how are we expected to compete?
The status quo if left intact, all but guarantees America becoming a third world country.
It is happening now.
It has been happening for decades.
Her message boils down to not only don’t ask for too much, but don’t dare to ask for what you deserve. Hillary Clinton is complicit in espousing the thoroughly republican message that we as a country are broke. That we just can’t afford these things. It’s complete bullshit. It’s the most egregious and annihilative lie ever forced down the necks of the American people. It absolutely is because she is a hawk and in the pocket of the military industrial complex, sucking all the money and oxygen from what should otherwise be a robust economy that ordinary Americans should be able to enjoy.
Look no further than her recent speech to AIPAC.
The last thing we need is another Margaret Thatcher.
Don’t get me started on the Clinton foundation’s symbiotic relationship with her backroom deals at the State Department and the illegal server put in place if for no other reason than to deny FOIA act requests. There are a number of FBI agents agents on the case and a grand jury has been convened. Immunity has been granted. They aren’t fucking kidding.
I didn’t vote for Obama because he was half black. I loved that it pissed off rednecks but it had nothing to do with my motivation. I voted for him because of his message and proposed policies and solutions. If Hillary gets the nomination and I vote for her, it sure as fuck won’t be because she’s a woman. It will merely be because of what has become an American tradition of choosing the lesser of evils.
I’m sick to death of that crap.
Susan Sarandon might be right. If Trump gets elected, the revolution starts immediately and I believe it will be televised.
Go Bernie go.
Drinks for my friends.
He was the first person I ever heard use the word ‘awesome’. He was the first adult to ever utter the word ‘fuck’ in front of me besides my father. When I took my parents to his classroom for 7th grade open house, I figured he was on my side. This was one teacher who really liked me. The first thing he said to my parents was that “Sometimes, I just want to shake the shit out of him”.
It was a sucker punch.
He was the first teacher to ever give me detention, or as he called it “The puddle of puke room”.
He threatened to “Pinch my head off and shit down my neck”. He once called me to the back of the classroom during the absolute silence of a test to point at a car outside the window with a for sale sign. “Ugly sonafabitch ain’t it?” he said.
Not much later I figured out that car for sale was his.
If I am any good at anything at all today, he was the beginning of it. Outside of my exasperated parents, he was the first person to convince me I was smart. That I had something to offer. To respect and believe in myself. That I could do anything I wanted. He was rough but never mean. Never awful. He walked that line with an informed and intellectual compassion that often confused me but ultimately inspired me.
Everybody has that one teacher.
He was mine.
He taught me the beauty of language and how every word and every punctuation mark matters. The difference between Hemingway’s austere economy of language and Capote’s rich and evocative prose. Steinbeck’s pointed but artful technique as opposed to the flowery and loquacious verbiage of Edgar Allen Poe. He made me see it. He showed me how to understand the similarities and differences.
He taught me about the art of literature and therefore about the art of everything.
I landed in his English class for 7th grade. I signed up for various English classes instructed by him my freshman, sophomore and junior years in high school. When I went to sign up for his class as a freshman he said to me, “They don’t fuck around here. You’re not gonna get away with your bullshit. Do your goddamn homework or I’m gonna have to spank your face with a brick”.
He got word through my sister that I’d mentioned him in the credits for the first record I produced recorded and mixed some ten years later. I had every intention of doing so at the time but perhaps fittingly, didn’t get my updated label copy in on time. I turned in my homework too late. It wasn’t until the third record I made that I was able to give him a nod. I regret it because all through the making of that first record, it was his assurance that I could do anything I put my mind to that kept me going through a wilderness of fear and doubt as much as anything else.
But because of this I was afforded the privilege of a kind of second relationship with Nick Tobey. He reached out to me asking about it. I wrote him emails and he responded with long, hand written letters in tiny script. I tried to tell him about the difference he’d made in my life without sounding pious or obsequious and I can only imagine I failed. He wasn’t having it. He was clearly uncomfortable with what I was trying to tell him. I was disappointed.
But it fit.
His humility was something I understood about him even as a teenager.
It’s why I loved him.
He saw being a catalyst for so many students as his job.
Nothing special and certainly not heroic.
He was wrong.
I can still see him. Leaning back against the front of his desk. His left hand palm out down the back of his pants with a book in his right hand, looking at us individually and collectively through his 80’s style glasses, reading a passage and then laughing with amazement at the author’s prowess. Putting the book down and turning to us again to explain the power of the words he’d just read. I swear, at least half of us were enthralled. In the midst of an epiphany.
And then he’d pull me into the hallway when no one was looking to remind me I was fucking up and ask me if maybe I was working too many hours at my after school job.
This when I was writing papers for my female employees at that job and getting them an A or at least a solid B in exchange for a delivered fast food breakfast to my bed.
Nicholas West Tobey was the rarest of human beings. He gave a mad fuck absent hubris entirely. He told me later in life that he didn’t miss teaching and that he didn’t feel he’d made much of a contribution. It really messed with me and not long after, he ceased all correspondence with me.
It occurs to me that he was a disappointment to himself for other reasons. He was a reluctant artist and intellectual. I can only guess at that. All I can say is that for me, it doesn’t matter at all. There is no way to measure the difference he made in my life. It would not surprise me at all to find out that he was less than perfect to people closer to him. It should not surprise them when I say it does not matter to me.
Rest in peace Mr. Nick.
February 21, 1939-February 25, 2016.
Drinks for my friends.
We all know that blaming anything other than the republican establishment for the ascendancy of Trump is either just plain stupid, willfully ignorant or an audacious fucking lie. I am fascinated by their born again reluctance for their own dogma.
I adore the bogus revulsion and amplitude of their denial.
The irony and hypocrisy are gorgeous.
What we’re witnessing is the assholes who set this controlled burn of hate and bigotry four or five decades ago, now running from a total conflagration like the bed wetting political arsonists they’ve always been.
Let’s say the “short fingered vulgarian” wraps his digits around the brass ring. The damage to America’s brand throughout the world will be complete. Fear of America will usurp respect of it completely. Embarrassment will eclipse pride. Apology will replace the hubris of nationalism.
It could be good for us.
He will face a house and senate that loathe him thoroughly regardless of party affiliation. He will accomplish nothing. He will be the single most spectacular failure of a president in the history of this country. He won’t get any funding for his ridiculous proposals. He won’t get any legislation passed to support them. If he gets a chance to veto anything it will be overridden. He’ll be mocked, despised, ridiculed and dismissed by media, leaders of our allied nation states as well as those who oppose us.
It will be chaos.
He’s waiting to be a punchline.
And, somewhere over the rainbow, the parties will finally unite behind a common cause. Imagine the bitter partisanship and enmity waning while cooperation and bipartisanship finally blooms. Imagine a good deal of the current congressional leadership finally admitting that this is just obtuse and absurd and it’s time to marginalize a sitting president.
Maybe we need a jackass president that is such a jackass that nothing gets done. So that maybe we’re forced to confront what jackasses the rest of us have become. Rock bottom. So addicted to rage and hate and blame that we end up with this fucking jackass and find it impossible to move forward because we can’t until we look in the mirror and contemplate how we got here and what we need to do to change.
I guarantee he will barely be a one term president.
After which they will all hit the restart button and the bullshit starts all over again.
Or maybe Hillary will get elected and nothing at all will change. No meaningful reform anywhere. More war, more income disparity and economic, social and racial injustice. We’ll be dining on the exact same shit sandwich we have for decades.
I guarantee she’ll be a one term president.
And who knows the caliber of sociopath that will be waiting to take the throne.
Vote for Bernie because fuck this shit.
Drinks for my friends.
Hillary said the other day at Nancy Reagan’s funeral that Nancy Reagan was a “very effective, low-key advocate on AIDS/HIV”.
You’ve got be fucking kidding me.
Like she didn’t know.
I am done with this woman. Nancy Reagan told a dying Rock Hudson to talk to the hand and Hillary knows this at least as well as I do. What the hell did she think she was going to get away with? Then she said she “misspoke”.
Give me a break.
She’s killing me. I just can’t get past this one. She’s noisy like a fish flopping on things like the TPP. She won’t even commit to things like a $15 minimum wage, opposing fracking and not mitigating social security or medicare. She voted for the Iraq war and blamed it on bad intelligence when even I knew it was a lie that would turn into a shit storm. She just might be the most responsible for Libya becoming a clusterfuck of chaos and a nucleus for Islamic terrorism in Africa and the entire Middle East.
She made her donors an ass pocket full of money on that one.
She’s not a progressive or a liberal. She’s the new disgusting version of neoliberal. I can’t stand her anymore. She’s a goddamn establishment democrat, barely better than neoconservatives and in some ways worse. A republican save for requisite lip service to social concerns.
I don’t give a mad fuck about her emails.
It’s amazing how many people she gets over on.
Wherever she is, she says what she thinks she needs to say and it’s getting harder and harder to watch. The parallels with Trump are chilling.
How is it that Bernie is worth a mere $300 thousand and she’s worth somewhere north of $25 million and that isn’t an issue? How did she get that stinking rich in a life dedicated to public service? I have yet to get an answer to this question from a Hillary supporter. They simply don’t want to talk about it. It’s because they know I know the answer.
Now here’s the thing that is most galling, I acknowledge that both Bernie and Hillary camps can be more than a little vociferous and irresponsible, but I am sick and fucking tired of being called a misogynist for asking reasonable questions or pointing out glaring inconsistencies regarding her record or policy history. I resent the fuck out of it. I have a vagina, Hillary has a vagina, you don’t, so you’re automatically a he-man woman hater.
It’s cheap and lazy.
Why is this a contest?
Donald Trump actually conducted a press conference/infomercial the other night with his products on display. I went ahead and vomited all over my frilly liberal blouse. He’s a goddamn phony and so is she.
They both care more about winning than governing.
How the hell did we get here?
Drinks for my friends.
Progressives are in real trouble.
Ever hear the expression ‘We need to stop making stupid people famous’?
Democratic turnout is anemic while Republicans are showing up in angry violent mobs. They are crushing. Organizing liberals is said to be like herding cats. Organizing conservatives, tea baggers, whatever the fuck, merely requires handing out Viking helmets with silly horns.
Then they go forth and multiply.
With torches and pitchforks.
It’s far easier to motivate the dumb.
It’s not all of what this contest is about but it still applies.
They are so much simpler than we are. So much easier to get over on. We’re picky, prickly and idealistic. They thrive on bigotry, hate and fear. They love that shit. It breaks my heart. So much easier to sell. Trust me, I know, I’m a salesman. I like to shower in the morning instead of when I get home from work. My sheets should be dirtier than my job.
Trump scares the fuck out of me because he is obviously not exclusive to republican voters. There are more self identifying independent voters now than ever before in this gilded age of righteous information. Way more self hating republicans. He is dominating every demographic and social strata available.
Hillary won’t be able to beat Trump because the people behind this swell will choose him over her. Bernie owns half of the liberal support in this country and they simply will not vote for her. Her support is broad but shallow. Trump and Sanders support is broad and deep. Her support has nothing at all to do with this new sensibility.
Her trust and favorable ratings are an indictment. Too many voters just don’t like her because she is a liar and a hypocrite. What’s up with those triangle tunics she keeps showing up in? I had no idea she was from planet Vulcan.
Hillary Clinton cannot beat Donald Trump because she does not inspire. Trump does. He inspires the racists, the xenophobes, the ignorant, the people who believe we need an even bigger military and the people who believe we don’t actually deserve the things our tax dollars should afford us.
You know, the general welfare.
It always comes down to just us. Donald Trump, this weird orange colored bigot who appeals to the worst in anybody and everybody, has got a populist head of steam that is formidable and frightening. Because he is perceived to be authentic. And because so many Americans are really fucking ugly.
He doesn’t want to be president, he is authentic in that he just wants to win the contest for president. The same can be said for Hillary. She doesn’t believe her own shit. She cares about what sells. She cares about winning. She cares about showing up in alien pajamas.
Donald is as full of himself as a grown man and filthy rich narcissist can be without getting the shit kicked out of him everyday. He has bodyguards and now Secret Service.
This won’t change.
His zombies are loose.
Bernie Sanders actually wants to be president.
What absolutely matters is that he wants to try.
Not me. Us.
We can’t just elect him and take our seats.
It’s the only way it ever get’s done.
We the people.
If we don’t show up, we will lose. Hillary will get the nomination, the old, establishment democrats won’t be enough to get her over and the the pissed off vikings will hoist Trump on us all. It will be dark days and it will be our fault. Because we are a bunch of lazy, complacent, ideological pussies.
Maybe, like drug addicts, we need to hit rock bottom before we rally.
Maybe we’re just not there yet.
Chris fucking Christie, endorsed the Donald yesterday in the most bizarre act of callow lying cowardice this campaign season. The cruelest political irony, and punchline yet visited upon us. He wouldn’t be able to win a run for sewer engineer in his own state if the election were held this week. He may be the next attorney general of the United States.
It’s perfect. Seriously. A blowhard bully to warm up the crowd for the blowhard bully king.
Creepy obsequious though.
Serious asshole ballet.
I loathe this motherfucker Trump.
Hillary cannot beat Donald Trump and Bernie can. Because Bernie is authentic and Hillary is not. He wants to be your president. He’s honest about wanting to be good at it.
Our last option before rock bottom.
Drinks for my friends.
I remember the first music.
Warm air escaping windows and seams out into winter while playing a phrase. Piles of snow lodged against us. The slow hiss of life in an aluminium box. Sheets greasy with menthol eucalyptus. The melody of the furnace. The humidifier aspirating the bottom note for my asthma. A cheap clock with glowing hands ticks the anchor to each bar in a trailer that whistled and sang according to season.
The wind always blows where I’m from.
Some of life’s best and strangest moments are right before you wake up.
A ridiculous symphony plays before my dream breaks and I am all the sudden here.
Sticky eyes like with glue. Stuck shut so I’m afraid and confused. They are snotty and I can’t wipe it all away.
I’m off the top bunk smearing at them and out of my bedroom with the urgency of pissing and it’s still cold and dark. Tammy the sister dreaming and snoring her own tune from the bottom bunk. The kitchen glows the narrow hall. I teeter at the beige porcelain bowl with my gherkin in my fist. Trickling. The humidity of my fathers shit, shave and cigarette just keeps coming.
Out and barely left, he sits in the kitchen, coffee down front and wafting. Hands huge. Newspaper crackling. Plastic lunch pail and concrete encrusted hard hat on the Formica. Zippo flaming a wad of toilet paper for the toss into the ominous red hatch of furnace.
Cigarette smoke coiling.
The ritual is familiar.
I smell the newspaper he grips.
There is his sideburns.
He is giant.
Down that hatch and furnace hole is the devil and hell I think.
I am five years old.
Gas stove. My Mother with a cast iron frying pan in a frayed robe. Avon lotions. Red hair. She worries after how fierce he is. Freckles everywhere. Potatoes, onions, peppers, fuel oil, bacon and eggs. That and coffee. It will sting my nose when I get home from school.
Delivered by the bus.
A barrel leaks amber in the ice and snow out back. The dawn is purple. Bruised clouds out the kitchen window.
The black cat is coming in the back door where his work boots are.
Her back foot bleeds. Her front toes are torn. Chunk of ear missing. She’s been in a fight. Midnight the cat. She bleeds on the white snow looking to get inside. My father, in his heavy wool socks flannel and jeans calls her an old rip. He laces his boots ferocious and quick.
My mother tells him to be careful. She always said that. She means what he’s done and what he just might do. Maybe not what might happen to him.
My dad showed me to fear the violence of men. The sound of another man hit hard is the sound of my father to me. Breaking glass and snarls and bodies crashing to the floor. Women shrieking. The smack I would come to know on my own. After hitting my first time. After being hit the first time. The whole movie of adult violence in my head still stars my father. The entire testosterone fueled one act play that ends with him punching someone either before or after some amount of humiliation and intimidation.
My old man was a predator.
I learned to fish and swing a hammer. I learned my way around a rifle. The importance of integrity, honesty and a work ethic.
I saw his violence in the eyes of boys I knew and it scared the shit out of me. He was fearless. Different than brave. Reckless. He didn’t care. It didn’t matter whether it was his blood or not. I saw the same thing in the eyes of his friends.
They didn’t give a shit.
Before I was born he lost an eye in a bar fight.
I was always afraid for him because I realized that as big as he was to me, he was so small. He loved to pick a fight with the biggest bastard in the room.
I fought a boy once when I was very young. Seven or eight years old. He just kept hitting me. I lost badly. I had no stomach for it. The guilt of violence. I was a pussy.
Until one day when I was in the sixth grade
He said said if there’s gonna be a fight you don’t hesitate. You hit as hard as you can and as fast as you can. So I did. I talked myself into it. I convinced myself. As soon as that kid stepped off the bus, I hit him with everything I had. He pulled my hair out. The curb and gutter was thick with it but his face was bleeding.
I kept hitting him and there was an audience. I hadn’t really counted on that. They cheered and groaned. It was sick and awful.
I kept swinging. His bloody face still spooks me. I hated it because I was not afraid during it. Horrified before and after. But not during. I don’t remember how or why it ended. My neck and shoulders were sore for a week from getting my hair pulled and tossed everywhere. I kept hitting him. I hated him. I imagined hot copper cables from my shoulders through my neck to the base of my head. My knuckles were raw from punching his head and face whenever it bobbed in front of me.
I’ve never done anything like it since.
It might just be the worst thing I’ve ever done. To agree to even do it. Because I had no problem with him. We weren’t enemies at all. I am casually acquainted with him to this day and he’s nothing but a sweet man.
I told my dad about it reluctantly. I couldn’t say I won. He volunteered marvelous energy to make sure I did not become like him, the way he was. There is always a way to walk away, always, he said. You don’t have to do that. You don’t have to be like me. He was beside himself. He was afraid for me. He was fucking fierce and he knew I just wasn’t.
My Dad’s friends fought each other and bit each other’s fingers off and then laughed about it over whiskey and beer. I feared that insanity. When I was a little boy my father was a giant man. He tried his best to make a man of me and I believe was relieved when he realized that the one I’d become wasn’t in his image.
We all lived in a two bedroom, one bathroom, twenty by forty foot trailer with a kitchen, dining and living room.
We had a beautiful Zenith black and white console television with a built in Hi Fi stereo and that’s my first memory of the perfume of hot vacuum tubes and Johnny Cash. Marty Robbins. Patsy Cline.
It was hot in the summer and cold in the winter. We lived in this trailer with everything we needed at the very edge of a small town in the high desert.
We were rich as far as I could tell.
Drinks for my friends.
What if the absolute horror in Flint Michigan was an accidentally discovered vivisection that is part of some big plan?
What if other cities are being poisoned in similar as well as other ways to dumb us all down and get us to vote against our own interests? This evil isn’t isolated. You know, fracking, methane leaks, dumping of toxic coal waste into our ground water, our mouths and internal organs.
Bathing in it.
What if that explained why local governments, state legislatures and political contests on a national level have become so dominated by powers that have no history of supporting the will or the good of the people?
Since when did the EPA become a pariah?
What if, in conspiracy with dirty political fuckery, we’re actually being turned into a third world country by shaving our collective intelligence with deliberate poisoning?
To make us all dumb enough to vote against our interests and keep working like bastard rodents on a wheel.
What if this is the real reason there’s enough Americans dumb enough to support Trump and make him viable?
Fukushima isn’t even being discussed anymore while it remains an open, puss leaking sore. It makes the scab of Flint look like kindergarten. Yeah, it was the result of a natural disaster but no one is talking about the radiation pouring into the Pacific Ocean that hundreds of millions of people share because nobody has any idea what to do about it and it just might be part of a bigger picture.
They don’t have an answer so they bury the question.
I’m not your average tin foil hat rube. The whole chemtrail thing is bullshit if only for the obvious reason that there’s much more efficient and target rich ways to accomplish that kind of diabolical command and control.
What if the undocumented environmental disasters across this country aren’t just allowed to occur but are part of some fiendish plan to make us so stupid that we cheer lead and vote for motherfucking Donald Trump?
I had this whole thought in the shower the other morning and it made my ass pucker.
I smeared hair conditioner on my face and began to shave.
I got dressed and had some cranberry juice.
Nuked a bean and cheese burrito and smeared some salsa verde on it.
Put this laptop in my briefcase and headed to the elevator.
As I drove to work I ruminated on just how dumb these poor fuckers supporting Trump must be. His message could not possibly be simpler. The good white people of America are horribly oppressed by political correctness and religious persecution and should therefore be afraid of everything and everybody not like them. So he’s going to fix all that and make the good white people of America the dominant race again and really, really great again. So great. So fucking great. Nevermind how he’ll do it but the good white people of America will be very, very happy again. It’s going to be great. So great that the good white people of America might just get sick of being so great again.
I imagined an America so great that I’ll feel really, really great about giving my spare change to the minorities unfortunate enough to be minorities. I’ll have plenty of spare change again. Or I might feel really good about shooting them and putting them out of their misery because I get to carry my gun anywhere and they won’t be able to afford one because they are losers. Because once again, as a white man, I’ll be afforded the opportunity to dispense judgement and justice like white men should be able to. Again. Like we’ve always been able to until now.
It’s gonna be so, so great.
We just need to hang on until the curiously orange dude with the impossible hair and no couth seals the deal by getting elected by an army of poisoned dipshits and manifests the fears of the rest of the world.
There has to be a reason we have become so fucking stupid.
Drinks for my friends.
The notion of inevitability Hillary Clinton enjoyed has all but expired. The patina of feminism Clinton has assumed is deteriorating to the point of liability. Her broad but shallow support is crumbling. Her corporate ties and establishment history have become a point of contention with supporters and potential voters and she can’t seem to address any of it with anything other than tone deaf clumsiness.
She has become the parody of a democratic candidate for president.
Bernie Sanders has yet to attack her directly because he just doesn’t need to. He has taken control of the debate.
With a discipline and consistency of message, he’s made the prevailing issue not about Clinton in particular, but about the corrupt engines supplying horsepower to the political drive train and torque to the wheels of economic injustice system wide.
It’s a good thing that he’s not some iron jawed, graying at the temples, tailored suit. It’s a good thing he’s a 74 year old son of Jewish immigrants with a thick as a brick Brooklyn accent that isn’t exactly the picture of sartorial splendor. We don’t need superheroes in capes and costumes. We need ordinary men with the courage of conviction.
He is authentic.
His “artful smear” merely includes Hillary among the entire republican bench of goofecocks. All he does is imply that despite being a democrat and a female, she is no different and he’s absolutely right.
He’s completely right when he says our biggest threat to national security is climate change and that North Korea makes ISIS look positively Fisher Price.
He’s absolutely right when he calls health care and education a right as opposed to a privilege and he’s blisteringly correct when he declares that as the richest first world country in the history of human kind, all it takes is the will of America to make it so.
He’s right about everything.
There hasn’t been a candidate like him in my lifetime.
Bernie Sanders is calling for a political revolution. He’s talking about the opposite of what we do. We elect and walk away. Getting elected to any national level office in this country is analogous to getting a record deal in the 90’s. Pun intended. It was just the beginning. 97% of the artists lucky enough to get a recording contract were never heard from again. I know, I made records back then and about five people have heard the best ones.
Once he’s elected, if we don’t engage, petition, write letters, march and generally make a shit load of noise, we will not just be disappointed, we will be embarrassed and demoralized.
We’ll end up with an elder statesman like Jimmy Carter who only served one term and subsequently shames us with his energy and morality by actually doing important and humane things at the age of 91. It will be way too late by then. Jimmy put solar panels on the White House and that fucking idiot Reagan removed them.
Half of Reagan’s administration was indicted or convicted.
Somehow, Carter was a failure without a shot fired on his watch.
And now Big Bad Bill is on the campaign trail, nose blind and spreading the same brand of shit sauce that lost Hillary the election the first time. Newsflash Bill, the Sanders supporters that are vulgar and sexist are matched by Hillary supporters who are just as despicable and loathsome. Trust me, your people are just as mean and just as ugly. Old news Bill. It’s been going on for months by both camps. You’re killing me. You Bill Clinton, are an official surrogate and a spouse. Do you have an excuse other than naked desperation?
Is the plan for you and Chelsea to lie more so Hillary can lie less?
The Clintons have lost me completely.
It’s starting to look like Hillary isn’t any threat at all. And it’s starting to look like Donald Trump is. The thing is this, there’s a corollary between Sanders and Trump supporters. It makes sense. The catalyst is shared. The whole anti-establishment, anti-government thing.
The problem is Trump supporters are mean, selfish, bigoted and ignorant fuckheads.
He brags about a net worth of ten billion and he’s lying.
Sanders supporters are aware, engaged human beings who give a shit about other human beings that they will never even know.
His net worth is about three hundred thousand and he’s hiding nothing.
Drinks for my friends.