Crossposted from My Left Wing
Aw, shit. I feel this horrible, encroaching sensation one might most aptly call "coming to terms with an unpalatable truth..."
In this case, what may be the truth is truly terrifying to me:
I just wrote this in
Chris Andersen's diary:
But I'm beginning to think the best thing that could happen to the Democratic Party in its current incarnation would be its dissolution.
These sonsofbitches KNOW we'll come back and vote for them. We are like NOTHING so much as the battered wives returning from a few days at our sister's place.
What on EARTH is the impetus to change when you know you'll get what you want without changing? These motherfuckers want one thing and one thing only, in the final analysis: to retain their seats of power. Sure, some of them have ideals they take out and dust off every once in a while, in fits of reminiscence. But when it comes to a choice between what keeps them in their offices and what's right...
well, GOOOOOOLLLLLEEEEE, look what they choose. Each. and. every. motherfucking. time.
And the encroaching, unpalatable truth appears to be this:
I may just have to spend the rest of my life on the outside of the Establishment, insofar as the Democratic Party may be called thus. I may actually have to drop ballast altogether and head off into the clouds of cockeyed idealism, just to be able to LIVE with myself.
Because, I have to face it -- the motherfuckers currently entrenched in the upper halls of power in the Democratic Party have absolutely no impetus to change a goddamned thing. They KNOW (they THINK they know -- according to my very own past behaviour) I may bitch and moan and rant and rave and rend my hair and clothing... but come election days, I make the little dot in the Democrat's favour, right?
Because, after all, the Democrats may be scumsucking, weaselly, capitulating, self-aggrandizing, self-serving FUCKTARDS...
But at least they're not REPUBLICANS, right? Right?
The lesser of two evils is still fucking EVIL, goddamnit. And, unlike so many before me, I find myself growing MORE idealistic as I age, not less. I am LESS able to make the pragmatic compromises, LESS willing to accept the SLOWER erosion of rights and responsibilities, merely because it is SLOWER.
Aw, shit. I don't WANNA be a fucking fringe-rider. I don't WANT to be so acutely aware of my own marginalisation that I have nothing left to lose...
But, man -- the day is coming fast. I've NEVER been able to wade through the waters of denial past the point where I actually recognise it as denial.
Shit, shit, shit. What now? The GREEN PARTY? Oh, god.
Say, it's funny how APROPOS these lyrics really ARE, you know?
(Darling) you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'til the end of time
So you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
It's always tease tease tease
You're happy when I'm on my knees
One day is fine, the next is black
So if you want me off your back
Well come on and let me know
Should I Stay or should I go?
Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
An' if I stay it will be double
This indecision's bugging me
If you don't want me, set me free
Exactly whom I'm supposed to be
I don't know which clothes even fit me
Come on and let me know
Should I cool it or should I blow?
Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
And if I stay it will be double
So you gotta let me know
Should I cool it or should I blow?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
and if I stay there will be double
So you gotta' let me know
Should I stay or should I go
UPDATE
I'm astonished when people ascribe to my rants some sort of strategy; I don't know how to fix this fucking mess, I DON'T!
For those of you unable to differentiate between a true political leader and a minor blogger on a rhetorical rampage...
Lemme quote the oft-quoted Howard Beale:
I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it.
We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be!
We all know things are bad -- worse than bad -- they're crazy.
It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials, and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone."
Well, I'm not going to leave you alone.
I want you to get mad!
I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to write to your Congressman, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians Arabs and the crime in the street.
All I know is that first, you've got to get mad.
You've gotta say, "I'm a human being, goddammit! My life has value!"
So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell,
"I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!"