I won't begin to describe the serendipitous alignment of bleggal coincidences that weight bear this post, but I was going write about this Ian Walsh post before an email from a (first impression? Kind) stranger:
(W)hat happened is that Obama bailed out the rich and the financial industry, who were bankrupt, then refused to prosecute them for systemic fraud. He did so in a way which left, by and large, the exact same class of people in charge of the financial industry, made the remaining banks bigger and more powerful, restored the wealth of the rich to pre-crisis levels and restored their profits. Meanwhile employment has still not recovered (ignore the unemployment rate, it is a lie), wages are flat or declining, real inflation is through the roof, the price of oil is skyrocketing and the current discussion in DC is how much the poor and middle class should get screwed out of their Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid, in order to keep the rich filthy rich. Oh, and how much tax cuts the rich should get....
Remember, the question is not “if” this will happen, it is when. The sooner you get it over with, the sooner you have another chance to get it right, and the less decline the US will have suffered. If President Teabag gets in after 4 years of Obama, the US will be in better shape at the start of his wrecking than it will be if he gets in after 8 years of Obama. Obama is a disaster, who is making things worse, not better. He’s just making it worse more slowly than a Republican. [emphasis mine]
This is the fourth time I've heard and now read this argument in the past half-week.
Thought experiment! President Frothy Mix of Lube and Fecal Matter is sworn in January 2013, with strong pig majorities in the House, Senate, a majority of governorships and state houses in solid pig hands. 2014 midterms? 2016 general election? Left revival?
I don't agree that that's the best case scenario of ever reviving a potent American Left - I don't think there is a potent American Left (and even if there were, Corporate wouldn't permit it), and I don't think Ian Walsh thinks there's a potent American Left, much less a way to halt America's terminal decline. The question is, is this the best case scenario for the .06% less-shittitarians to revive and prolong the .06% less shittiness, to suffer four years of .06% more shittiness? Which is worse, four more years of Obama laying the groundwork before the Republicans take over or four years of Republican excess before the lesser-Republicans regain control of the spigot?
- A reminder - all Fleabus photos are by Planet.
- Washington on the rocks.
- Corporate wins again.
- The word Pincus is looking for is.....
- Unfunny dark comedy.
- Was thinking of writing more about Billy Don, but I pleased to give drip the last word for now: I looked and looked for a clip of Willy Don, standing in front of his rowhouse in the snow, tears streaming down his cheeks as he expressed his thoughts about the Colts doing the inconceivable. I failed to find one. He was a man who lived without spectacle, but was of it. He lived in complicity, but never gave into it. He loved his little house and his little city and his little state, and weird as he was, he made us love those things, too. The Sun piece was good, which is really hard to believe. YFWaPo spewed its usual drivel. Peace to Willy Don.
- One reason I gave up helmetball is that when motherfucking billionaires steal teams in the middle of the night, they shouldn't be allowed to steal the colors and the name. Los Angeles Raiders Chargers Jaguars Vikings.
- Reasons to hate the motherfucking Capitals. Lamest fanbase ever.
- People are stupid.
- White flag.
AND IT CAME TO PASS
This june 3 would be different Time to draw lines I've grown into the family pores and the bronchitis Even up east I get by saying goddamnit Who was that masked man I left for dead in the shadow of mt. shadow Who crumbles there Not touching anything but satin and dandelions Not laid his eyes on the likes of you Because the unconnected life is not worth living Thorntrees overtake the spot Hands appear to push back pain Because no poet's death Can be the sole author of another poet's life What will my new instrument be Just this water glass this untunable spoon Something else is out there goddamnit And I want to hear it