Monday, November 13, 2017

Congenial-speak #55

A Slow Death

Is the republic happy? I sincerely doubt it. A year ago those under-appreciated forgotten rapscallions who crawled from the lattice work like termites with a bone to chew threw something at the fan that I think they really knew would not stick. In doing so, they unwittingly (or knowingly) left the door open a crack for the least desirable. They let in so many arcane symbols of our unsavory past that it was hard to see any shred of validity to what their red hats claimed, that it was not just a platitudinal herring to cross a line, to look noble as they gave the republic away to a billionaire celebrity, a former Dem...igoge who played upon their rouge-like stupidity. The had an alternative, an alt-left, even an alternative left candidate to someday delete the right and its self-indulgent philosophy.
Beginning with—oh, Jesus I suppose—the closer society got to really caring for one another, I mean beyond your odd charity, really working together as a whole, the person is either killed or cast aside in favor of—this time—the exact opposite. Lincoln tried to bring together a country, purge it of slavery, and he was killed. Kennedy tried to bring the nation together, equate black with white in unprecedented integration, he was killed. His brother espoused agendas of John, he was killed. Martin Luther King dreamed of a day when one would “be judged not by the color of his skin but by the contents of his character.” He was killed. John Lennon sang about peace. He implored us to imagine a world in which there was “nothing to kill or die for...” He was killed. There is definitely a pattern here, a fear of that old Cold-War bug-a-boo. . . SOCIALISM. The Marxist fear that someone at some point may have to give up something, make the fairest of concessions in order to “build a more perfect union for ourselves and our prosperity.” That echos fro my past, from Schoolhouse Rock. I think it was from the preamble to the constitution. Lest the billionaire CEO of the giant insurance company (yes Virginia, they do still exist under the ACA) forget that they got there by playing a third party role. They got there by decades of exploiting illness and misfortune of the middle and lower classes. In fact, a few people I know are pharmaceutical representatives. Now, I don't know how high they are on the food chain but as a member of the middle-class I can say I made their boss. Without millions like me buying their inflated drugs—that may inflate me causing me to buy another drug—they would not be in the tax bracket that was designed with loopholes.
I recognize the independent senator from Vermont, the man who one day in 2015 walked out of his office and declared that “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.” On February 1 the following year, in Iowa, as I turned as old as the number of cards in a deck, he lost the state in the primary to his Democratic rival by two votes. It was early on and I really saw a chance for economic equality, for the current iteration of the story that had been the death nail for so many of his predecessors. He'd been low profile (I had not heard of him before 2015) he was no Paul Wellstone stumping on the senate floor, as I gather is often how it goes, to an audience on-demand. He was the wave maker, the instigator, the dark horse who had not the weight of the baggage ($$) of his rival. He was the first of the last of the grass-rooters, a horticulturist who grew things the way nature intends—from the bottom up. I was among the thousands who offered $20 to his campaign, to exist as a seed in the grass destined NOT to grow up like a Roy Moore. I received my “feel the Bern” coffee mug. At 52 I had a place alongside legions of millennial, voters I saw at my caucus who could be my children. The progressive message, the alt-left, the alternative to mainstream Democratic ideology was out there, placing its neck yet again on the well-whittled and selectively heard stump.
“The loser now will be later to win...,” sang our poet of the '60s, Minnesota's sound-geist to the movement to end war and bring civil rights to society. A parable of workers even claims in the bible that “the last will be first and the first will be last.” A prophesy? Something to put in the bank for another 240 years like a savings bond? Was your bible wrong Mr. Moore? What are the chances a pre-1970s Dylan, a Jew, would paraphrase a quote from the bible? It's just been a battle between the red and blue since the Civil War. Since Lincoln, the last in line, as he was shot in his theater box, as the first Republican to realize something was wrong. He realized that this nation could not survive half slave and half free. Over 600,000 died, black men fighting for their freedom, for democracy. They fought to hold the union together.
It is 152 years later and the loser of the Civil War is as close as it's ever come to winning, maybe even at breeches too immoral for Jeff Sessions (see 11/11 SNL sketch). But I fear (I laugh) that the forgotten Who fans that were fooled again in 2016, who were taken by a money laundering, tax evading New York hustler, a bone spurred charlatan who figured our that the best way to defraud the U.S. government was to act like he was presiding over it, have mortally wounded the elephant in the room—and everyone knows the penalty for that. As it lies bleeding in capitol halls, as tortured as the metaphor it created, a not-so-silent grassroots army of the democracy—the blue—has judiciously gathered to rip apart its carcass. Republican senators are leaving, bowing out or retiring, finding that screwing America won't be any fun if the paradigm shifts. McConnell, the man who looks like the Big Bang Theory's Sheldon when he was forced to smile, and Ryan won't support a child molester in the senate. A handful of blue states won big last Tuesday, electing a transgender legislator and taking some business from bathroom contractors. But Democrats should stay humble and not repeat the general election last year. Remember when everyone saw many “paths” to 270 for Bernie's successor and none for her opponent? Now is the time to merely sit back and watch the seeds grow. Now is the time to cotinue to defend democracy. Now is the time to watch the GOP poison itself more and more.

No comments:

Post a Comment

A bed-ridden hacker is bound to cough

I woke up November 9, 2016 to see my visibly upset wife. I never shed a tear for Clinton's loss and its consequence. I was info...