The Politics of Fear and Intimidation: Democratic Party Fail #982546
As expected, the Establishment Democrats are playing a new round of the Berner Blame Game, just in time to taint the 2020 election. They’re out there, everywhere, our little Blue-Wave buddies, baiting arguments, eating brunch, or waxing sanctimonious about voting blue no matter who(yeah, no can do)every five-and-a-half seconds. They seem to be actively courting scorn, contempt, and verbal abuse even from the more sane factions of their own party.
I suppose there’s a certain logic behind it. This way, if they fail miserably once again, they can blame every single person who’s not a straight-ticket Dem for saying all those mean, awful, true things that cost them elections.
Suddenly, You will experience the most robust sense of deja vu as the heady realization of your formidable power comes over you in waves.
Shit! If I get on Facebook and call someone a shrill, pantsuit-wearing succubus or even worse suggest Democrats stop taking corporate money I can change the course of an entire election! Worship me, mere mortals!
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been cyber-attacked by Vote Blue No Matter Who Democrats when I’ve had the nerve to suggest they might want to conjure up at least some semblance of a platform if they’re going to earn our votes. And perhaps one that isn’t so eerily similar to the GOP’s this time around, because right now the only significant differences between the two are gay wedding cake and abortion.
None of this even registers with the Blue Wave Brunch Bunch anyway. They are too busy gasping like beached halibut over the concept of voters expecting the hallowed Democratic Party to earn their vote. What Insubordination! Ungrateful peasants!
The establishment Democrats insist, in all seriousness, that their party doesn’t need to serve any other purpose aside from being an “alternative” to Trump. Dealing with pressing domestic and foreign policy, saving the drowning working class, and ridding ourselves of corporate-owned candidates on both sides of the aisle is secondary to sour grapes on the grandest scale in American history.
