By Paul Edwards
March 16, 2020 "Information
Clearing House" - Nothing
is certain but death. Taxes used to be, too, but
recent legislation proved they’re not, if you have
enough money. So, it can’t be said with total
confidence that Joe Biden will be the Democrats’
nominee to scrum with Trump, but after the last
massacre it’s just fact that Bernie, the White
Knight of Social Justice, has taken a wicked punt in
the political toolbag.
What is clear is that, though a great many of the
young and educated, and a sizable but diverse and
scattered collection of the beset and beleaguered
Thinking Class, approved and ebulliently endorsed
Bernie’s core principles, their actual numbers in
the scale of national politics were not nearly as
great as their euphoria led them--and a terrified
Dem Politburo--to believe. The raw truth is that,
regardless of his ability to draw adoring crowds in
tens of thousands to arenas and stadiums, his many
committed don’t cut it when compared to the great
mass of mainstream Democrat voters.
How else to account for Biden, in state after state,
wiping the floor with Bernie, the Giant-killer, who
ate Hillary’s lunch and had to be kneecapped by the
DNC Mafia in ’16 to stop him? Of course, we had
Marie Antoinette Syndrome back then, with Madame
more hated and dreaded by great numbers of voters
than that nightmare psycho in No Country For Old
Men.
Is it that pathetic “likability” thing again, then?
That warm and generous propensity of the American
electorate to embrace some odious sod they’d like to
“have a beer with”, despite his being an imbecile
and a sociopath?
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Well, partly, yes. Hillary, for what
she’s worth, swore nobody liked him or
wanted to work with him. Bernie, in spite of
his age, is not a Santa figure, not a holly,
jolly old Burl Ives hologram. He wouldn’t
appear beaming from a Norman Rockwell print.
He’s got crust; sober sincerity; little
humor and a load of gravitas, none of which
infantile America--addled with toon bunnies,
ninja turtles, and cuddly bears selling
shit--can love. He wants you to think, and
act on your self-interest, and you don’t
want to do that, most of you.
After generations of skewed, bent political
indoctrination, and relentless
propagandizing by the poisonous, amoral
Capitalist schlockmeisters who own this
country and the world, most Democrats have
accepted the fact that others--smarter,
richer, higher up--should make their key
decisions.
The hold of that induced ignorance and
cognitive paralysis is greatest on those
subjected to it longest: the over-60s,
retired, and aged, who matured before cracks
yawned in The Empire’s catechism during
Watergate to show the sleazy thugs blighting
American lives behind the official bullshit
curtain. These are the political Walking
Dead, The Impenetrables, Old Believers who
carry in their DNA the incurable virus of
pre-Vietnam Exceptionalism, and who will go
to their graves rigid with mummified
Democrat orthodoxy.
Then there’s the mass of middle-aged
Democrat faithful, that slow-witted,
moderate, mushy center, native home of Mr.
Jones who, as Grace Slick sang, knew
something was happening but didn’t know what
it was. These are the passive ones--American
“Good Germans”--who have punched in,
consumed, and looked away as the US War
Machine blew up and bled the backward,
baffled Muslim world in its lust for oil,
gas and brute hegemony. They are uneasy with
suppressed guilt, fearful of any real
aspirations, and they yearn for the safety
of braindead serfdom under lullabying
masters.
Then, bafflingly, comes the bulk of black
Democrats, a category truly hard to fathom.
Of course, it’s clear that black
misleadership in Congress is just a whoring
toy of the DNC. They hold their Uncle Tom
forts by piously bullshitting their own
abused people while betraying them,
complicit with the likes of Biden, whose
Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement
Act fueled the lethal racism of our black
stalag system. The notion that blacks have a
true friend in the Senator from MBNA, the
very cartoon of a phony, smarmy, jive honky
liberal, is sadly mistaken but,
pathetically, the hustled line up time and
again to be crassly sold this evil, cynical
screw job. As with organized Labor, Dems
feel no obligation to black Americans. They
count them a captive race who demand no
reward for slavish loyalty.
For these sets of stagnant souls, the wonder
is that the roaring wildfire of damning fact
lit by the courage of Julian Assange,
Chelsea Manning, and Edward Snowden, that
incinerated the camouflage of this utterly
corrupt, incorrigibly vicious Empire has
sparked no fury in their calcified hearts.
And so the grotesque Marche Slave winds on
its lugubrious, pathetic way toward the
funeral pyre of its own making, while the
Dem engineers of this self-immolation bask
in idiot bliss. They truly believe they’ve
won; that in eliminating Sanders and his
sane, humane goals, and annointing the
vacuous, amoral, cognitively impaired
charlatan, Biden, they’ll flush the detested
Sick Beast from his lair and control the
National Security State alone again. It’s a
deep collective delusion founded on balked
egos, impotent fury, and wilful blindness to
all that the time requires.
But, then, when were Democrats ever
proactive for what American people needed?
Even in the halcyon days of FDR, that humane
conservative--for such he truly was--had to
urge Berle, Ickes and Tugwell to “make me do
it” before pushing his great socio-economic
measures through Congress for the sustaining
benefit of working Americans that made him a
political giant.
In this perilous hour for the country, for
Democrats to pawn off on their bedrock
faithful--indoctrinated, automatistic, and
hoodwinked as they are--a mediocre, ditzy,
blithering, old Cold Warrior as the
gladiator who will face and take out The
Beast is bald lunacy and surefire political
seppuku.
But, let’s say, for a moment, it’s not.
Suppose, miraculously, Trump is beaten by
the sad sack who will bring a cream pie to a
knife fight. What then results? With The
Beast defeated and Biden installed, will our
hopes for a sane, peaceful, just country be
realized? Not bloody likely.
The Democratic Party has become the
mouthpiece of the War Machine, promoter of
the sick disasters, Iraq and Afghanistan, of
bogus R2P scams, of “Color Revolutions” for
“regime change”, and Mock Wars, ravaging
small, poor nations without means of
defense. It’s the voice of irrational fury
and provocation against its pet alibi for
political fraud at home--Russia--and the
other most militarily potent country on
earth, China. Not just the War Party, it’s
the supporter and abettor of the Capitalist
criminal financial syndicate that has
shackled Americans in debt, stolen their
resources and prospects, and enforced the
greatest economic inequality in the history
of the nation.
That’s what you’ll get more of, if he wins.
But he won’t, and it’ll be Trump Chapter II.
The Party--clearly shown up for the tool of
privilege it’s always been--will lose its
big donors and its sad drones and sink into
irrelevance, and we’ll face The Beast
empowered... with no opposition at all.
Meanwhile, the Black Swan of Coronavirus
shrouds our future in darkness.
Paul Edwards is
a writer and film-maker in Montana. He can be
reached at: hgmnude@bresnan.net
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