Now that the media and the Brocialists have all decided that the Democrats are a failed party because they lost GA06, I though it worth while to take a look at the numbers. I had originally thought to write up lessons (though there are some here) the way I did for Lessons of Montana, but there is something here that needs to be brought out.
Another killing by an angry white guy.
Another killing by someone who claims to be a Sanders supporter.
Another killing by someone with a history of domestic violence.
There are many misapprehensions about what a mass political party does and how it delivers votes to candidates and political goods to constituents. This is becoming clear as I observe the floundering of the Sandernista “Our Revolution” types, but it’s worth working out. Consider this more a PSA than anything, though I will take some swipes at the stupid along the way.
A peculiar thing is happening in the American press and throughout the social media that I follow.
Everything is the fault of the Democrats (and/or liberals in general) for happening, and everything is the responsibility of the Democrats/liberals to repair. This is not a new demand, though it has risen to a roar since the orange shitgibbon clawed out the EC victory last November. I’m a steadfast Hillary supporter, so you can imagine my volcanic rage at the abuse being heaped upon her head, but the sentiment encompasses more than just her. She is a focus, but the not the phenomenon itself.
So my resolution to stay away from political blogging is wavering, mostly because Teh Dumb is running rampant. I’ll try to keep it short.
Bernie Sanders’ Achilles heel in his lack of financial transparency. His entire campaign is being the poor, rumpled, sincere (if abrasive) dude from Real America™ who tells it like it is and fights for the little guy. He’s battling those corrupt Democrats who take money from corporate interests and betray the Working Class™.
Except he is none of those things any more than his Democratic colleagues in Congress are what he accuses them of being.
The simple answer to anyone exhorting you to worship at the Altar of St. Bernard is to say – when he releases ten years of full tax returns, plus files all campaign finance reports for 2016 (and preferably for his last senatorial campaign), then we can talk.
Until he comes clean with these basic documents, he is not walking his own walk.
Pound this like a drum. You will never convince the anti-Democrats. They are political nihilists who want to destroy the Democrats and have seized on Bernie the same way they seized on Obama as their vehicle to glory. But it may get through the confusion of the rest and will set a very reasonable bar for him to jump for future electoral consideration.
It is clear, it is impersonal, and it can be applied equally and without prejudice to anyone who wants to claim a public office under the Democratic banner.
I’m trying not to get sucked back into political blogging. It consumed my life and my health back in the early uh-ohs. However, some aspects of the recent Montana special election are picking at me. I’m going to try to stay mostly in a political science mode.
The 2016 election was shocking for what it unmasked, but it is also mesmerizing for what it is unleashing. The critical feature of it is the tacit acknowledgement by all but the most partisan media that restoration of normalcy lies in the hands (and electoral success) of the Democrats. The Republican party has abandoned any claim to being a center-right party and is simply a force of reaction, revanchism and kleptocracy. The Democrats are needed to restore law and rationality to the nation. Thus, we’re left with this odd political punditry where the Republican’s success is unremarkable while Democratic losses are the occasion of lamenting and armchair quarterbacking over their “failure”.
As a process analyst, I don’t just draw pictures. That’s a small part of all I do. Pictures are good to communicate motion – start here, end there, these things go together, green means go, red means stop, and so forth. Mostly, though, I write stuff down.
I’m pretty sure no one but me actually reads all the words I write and that’s OK.