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.*