With today’s entry into the Democratic Presidential Primary of blah-blah-blah something something Deval Patrick, the last week has now officially devolved into a full-on reality show about billionaires and their cronies desperately trying to put out the fire raging in their gin-and-Beluga-caviar-soaked disco party here in the good ol’ US of A. To recap, it’s…
If you want to call me a petulant whiner who doesn’t live in the real world, go for it. Do you know what made me so angry in the first place? A Clinton supporter calling me a petulant whiner who doesn’t live in the real world.
In the fighting stance that has become our national discourse, everything ends in violence of one type or another, so why even try to avoid it? Just put up your fists and sharpen your tongue. There will be blood.
We have to change the way we choose. Without that, we are forever at the mercy of corporate democracy and corporate media, which insists that there are only ever going to be two parties – and both parties are fairly closely aligned in their devotion to the system itself. Neither likes the idea of competition.