Yesterday, I spent much of my day with the “Bernie Sanders for President” campaign here in Nevada. ]
My home state will hold its caucus on February 20th. That means “what happens in Vegas doesn’t necessarily stay in Vegas,” at least when it comes to having an impact on the party primaries and who ultimately gets nominated by both the Democrats and Republicans. As the first state in the West to hold a caucus, we really will have a voice here in Nevada about choosing the next president.
For those expecting a gushing article in support of Sen. Sanders, sorry — you won’t read that here. Instead, I’ll attempt to write about the sitting Vermont senator and Democratic presidential candidate as impartially as I can. Full Disclosure: I favor most of Sen. Sanders’ policies. I will almost certainly support him in the state caucus. Nonetheless, I’d like to give an unfiltered perspective of what attending a Bernie Sanders’ campaign rally is like.
The late conservative icon William F. Buckley, Jr., founder of “National Review” — worthy of both admiration and loathing
What troubles me most when discussing important issues is close-mindedness. Call it a cancer on communication. This seems to be an epidemic right now.
People who insist their minds are “already made up” and can’t be changed annoy me. Surely, unexpected events and unforeseeable circumstances may come about that should make us re-evaluate what we think. The acquisition of knowledge isn’t finite. One’s personal belief system is more of an evolution. What we believe is true today might prove demonstrably prove false tomorrow. People and institutions we trust at this instant could violate our confidence later. If history has taught us anything, it’s that unpredictable events can (and do) alter the way we look at ourselves and the world. Just think of revelations in your own life which changed your perceptions about things. Recall those you once trusted who later turned out differently than expected. Indeed, our most profound memories are not necessarily confirmations of beliefs we think to be true. More often, enlightenment stems from unexpected discoveries of something new.
President Obama has failed again.
Born in Kenya to radicalized parents, Barack Obama was cultivated as the perfect sleeper cell for Muslim extremism. Sent clandestinely by hard-line Islamic conspirators to Hawaii, and then Chicago, his orders were to infiltrate the democratic system, fool the populace, get elected to high office, and implement policies that would ultimately destroy America. Given the expectations, President Obama has been failure of historic proportions.
Since President Obama assumed office seven years ago in a rigged national election tainted by voter fraud — a global financial meltdown was averted, unemployment has been cut nearly in half, the stock market rocketed up 192 percent, 32 million Americans enjoyed health coverage for the first time, gas prices fell by 35 percent, inflation is non-existent, the U.S. automotive industry was saved, and Democrats appear to be all but assured of controlling the executive branch for at least another four-year term. None of this was supposed to happen. President Obama can’t seem to do anything right.
Yesterday, there was another mass shooting in America.
That was the 355th murderous tirade this year, a rate of more than one mass shooting per day. More than 600 innocents have been killed by guns, and 1,620 seriously injured. That’s in addition to the tens of thousands of gun accidents, domestic altercations, and countless other tragedies which have involved the misuse of firearms.
U.S.A! U.S.A! America, fuck yeah.
If and when the chronicle of capitalism’s decline and ultimate demise gets written, the ideal starting point as to why the fall happened would be today’s grotesque gargoyle of greed — better known as “Black Friday.”
Nothing so acutely illustrates the twisted paradox of our collective values than humbly folding out hands together, bowing our heads, and giving thanks for the blessings we have on one day….and the very next morning (or increasingly, later that same night!) storming out of the house and diving hysterically, clutching credit card in hand, into the national mosh pit of bargain-hunting mass madness. The hypocrisy goes beyond epidemic.