Three Strikes for the Democrats

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By Michael Douglass –

So, we smoked a turd in hell with Satan himself while midterm fires raged all around us. We opted for that as opposed to showing up at the polls. A Michele Bachmann bathroom stall door closed, a Joni Ernst toilet overflowed and fecal chocolate logs made their way like mindless carp across the lavatory tile.


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Shame on us.

Democrats who took it upon themselves to campaign on the accomplishments of this administration fared well. The majority of those who chose to run from such saw the mortal coil of their political lives shuffle out of reach.

Turnout was historically low. In the districts and states where it was high, Democrats won. Still, for the most part, the will of the people was not realized because the people chose not realize their will.

Here we are in the wake of that.

They say these things happen in threes.

About a third of us showed up.

That’s disgusting.

Maybe the trifecta is the House, the Senate and finally the presidency falling under the neoconservative, teabilly shadow. They are on a roll.
Maybe it’s a TPP, Keystone Pipeline and compromise on medicare/social security capitulation on the tip of our president’s tongue.


Just now, postmortem.

Obama got a little resolute with the FCC, telling them to stop fucking around and make the internet a public utility. No fast lanes. No big money privilege. Then he goes off to China, sports some Spock Tunic and reaches some epic deal on carbon emissions. And just lately he’s been rumbling about Keystone.

Maybe the triplet here is immigration reform. Obama is not a man who beats his chest. He’s not kidding. It’s a pretty ballsy piss up a rope to Boehner and McConnell. They’re throwing up in their mouths a little already.
The next two years are gonna be interesting to say the least.

Here’s hoping the presidential pen proves mightier than the sword by way of veto and executive order. Senate Democrats should be getting their filibuster tuxes to the cleaners while the rest of us prepare to not go so quietly.

Two years.

I say damn the torpedoes and full steam ahead. It’s time for Democrats to show Democrats that they have a fucking spine before it’s too late if it isn’t already. Fuck ‘em and feed ‘em fish heads. Stop feeding us the populist talk and start actually walking the walk. See how I gave you three cliches there?

What if Democrats were finally able to show the working poor who vote Republican that they’re actually Democrats? Tall order. Easier to fool a man than convince him he’s been fooled. But what if?

Democrats need to get mean. Stop being mad and start getting even. Make Republicans pay for every stupid thing they are about to do under the illusion that this election is a mandate. When two thirds of the voters don’t show up and the uber filthy rich take their place, there is no goddamn mandate. Show some guts, some balls for once. Don’t flinch. Don’t hesitate. Call their bluff and make them show us their ass.

There’s a hell of a lot of people out here you’re gonna have to convince that you’re not all the same. That you’re not all republicans in frilly Democratic blouses. I can’t stress this enough. Not just because Democrats were such candy asses in this election but because they have a well earned reputation for it.

And I think this might be your last chance for awhile.

Here’s the math.

1) Social liberalism is peaking.

2) Fiscal conservatism is less popular than ever and it’s deleterious effects are punching down on the middle class with unchecked abandon everyday while the wealthy offer nothing but cake.

3) The obvious mandate from this election is the absence of one. In it’s place is confusion and disillusion.


I gave you three.

Hint. The right thing to do is often the hardest. Don’t worry about it. Do the right thing. And then go to the media and fucking brag about it. Be self righteous and unswerving. Be pompous, obese and eat cactus. Americans love that shit. The first rule of leadership is to lead by example.

Drinks for my friends.

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