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I just learned that Bernie Sanders dropped out of the race, making Joe Biden the offical Democratic candidate. I& #39;m trying to formulate a joke, or at least some expression of my rage and devestation. I have nothing. I hate this.
Bernie was always a roll of the dice, but Biden? I can& #39;t see any scenario in which Biden beats Trump. Trump may very well be the worst president in American history, and I& #39;m still going to have to work hard to psych mysyelf up to vote for Biden.
I hate him. I hate his policies. I hate his sex crimes. I hate his arrogance. I hate his campaign. I hate the DNC and most of the Democratic party. I hate everything I hear from his most vocal supporters.
Taking a quick break from my hate to watch Bernie talk.
For me, this was never about Bernie Sanders, the man. I went into this race an enthusiastic Elizabeth Warren supporter. (Now& #39;s not the time to get into my anger at Liz for betraying every value that made her appealing. Wilikers.)
I voted for Bernie in the primary, and it wasn& #39;t because I thought, "Gee, I& #39;d love to get a beer with that guy," or whatever reason idiots on local news interviews give when deciding how to vote. He presented a good platform, and he& #39;s earned some trust over the years.
I& #39;m unemployed, I have chronic health problems, and I don& #39;t come from a rich family. When I watched the debates, I saw a stage packed with people who, for the most part, were proud to say they were comfortable letting me die.
And not just me. People like me. And other people because they don& #39;t look like me or they weren& #39;t born in the same country as me. In many cases, they weren& #39;t just willing to allow our subjegation and death; they sounded jazzed about being active participants.
You better believe I threw what little weight I have behind the only one who won& #39;t call himself a capitalist; the one who& #39;s spent his life fighting for human rights; the one who wants to treat the climate crisis as an existential crisis.
Like I said, though, this was never about the man. Perhaps to his political detriment, that& #39;s what Bernie said, too. Look, if you want political power, I& #39;m always going to eye you with ample skepticism. I have no time for cults of personality.
Bernie will be in his 80s next time we do this. Does he have another campaign in him? Do you want him to run again, in the wake of two losses? I don& #39;t care about putting Bernie in the White House. I want the policies.
Now is the time for fresh blood. We can& #39;t run the DNC& #39;s soggy establishment pick again. We& #39;ll be eight years into Trump& #39;s reign. I know our current laws only allow presidents to serve two terms, but rulers like Trump change rules like that.
It& #39;s just as well that any hope Sanders represented as a singular figure has been annihilated. We can stop rallying behind the man and prepare to fight for real. We need a lot more Ocasio-Cortezes, Tlaibs, Omars, and Pressleys.
The wrong person won the primary, but a lot of the right ideas made it into the national conversation. It wasn& #39;t long ago that I felt totally alone when I& #39;d speak against capitalism or extoll the virtues of decent healthcare. Radical ideas have found purchase.
Joe Biden is detestable, stinking sewage, but the fact is, Bernie couldn& #39;t topple him. This is the process. We have a democratic system built on fair rules, and you gotta respect the winner. Congratulations on securing four more years, Donald.
And if, by some impossible twist of fate, you bag this one, Joe, know those who pinched their noses and voted blue no matter who will be watching. A vote against Trump does not equal support for your presidency.
Other Democrats who decided sexual assault and corruption aren& #39;t so bad when they come from someone on your team:
We see you.
We see you.
Done with this thread.
Never done being angry.
Never done being angry.
