Berner Burn Out: It’s a Thing
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April 8, 2020, is a day I will never forget. It will always be a death anniversary, a day of mourning. Any hope of challenging, and maybe even beating, the corporate elite who are systematically killing us all just … vanished.
That was the day Bernie Sanders, the only living politician I give two fucks about, bailed on his campaign to support his “good friend” Joe Biden, the dementia-addled rapist.
Whaaaaaaaaa?
Really Bernie? Really?
Million of people were galvanized when he announced we were going for that brass ring again. They knocked on doors, made countless phone calls, and sent a barrage of text messages. They sacrificed months of their lives to lift Bernie and our Progressive movement up.
People that check their coat pockets in the hopes of finding a forgotten fiver donated to Bernie in droves. I know I did, and couldn’t afford to. But I considered it an investment in my grandchildren's future.
On April 8, something snapped in me. I knew I would never, could never feel the same way about Bernie again. He chose to align himself with the enemy over his supporters. And for many of them, it was a matter of life or death.
I still love and respect him as a Senator and on a personal level. I still believe he’s a goodhearted man. TOO good to survive the shark tank of Presidential politics. I've never doubted his motives, but his judgment is faulty at best.
Losing the election is one thing. Throwing in the towel in APRIL is quite another. He quit the race almost right after the starting gun. That preemptive surrender on Bernie’s part trashed our credibility.
And please, spare me the “he’s still on the ballot, and we can win this!” delusional horseshit. Or the “we’re amassing delegates for leverage at the convention. We’re gonna make Progressive policy part of the Democratic Party platform yeah!”
No, you can’t. And no, you're not. The DNC will never allow either.
Let me bust another bubble for you. Neoliberal delegates are being chosen over Progressives…
