I’ll begin my diatribe with the usual disclaimer.
New readers joining the fray might assume from my accusatory question masquerading as a blog headline that I’m one of those bug-eyed Hillary-bashing right-wing dick swingers who’s been poking along for any crack they can find in the formidable Clinton armor, sensing the scent of tainted blood to feed their inner vampires of hate. I’m not.
Give Clinton credit. A shitload of credit. Her scandals by the dirty dozen and detractors by the militant millions haven’t managed to lay so much as limp-wristed glove on America’s pant-suited rendition of the Iron Lady. The goons and gremlins have spent 25 mostly fruitless years hurling pointless investigations, frantic witch hunts, and fabricated jello fights mostly fueled by misogynistic lunatics who spend weekends burying gold coins out in the back yard and stockpiling canned food. If anything, if nothing else, Clinton’s proven to be one tough-as-nails battle-ax who can take a punch with the best and then clinch her fist and fire two back with a set of brass knuckles. She clearly brighter and has bigger balls than any Republican in the field. In many ways, she’s almost an ideal presidential candidate.
Everyone says they want to elect an honest politician. Bullshit. You fucking hypocrites.
Rarely does a politician come around who hasn’t pigged out at the political trough and enriched themselves. One finally comes around in the 2016 race, and most of the electorate are busy shilling for millionaires.
Wake the fuck up, or quit bitching about dishonest politicians, and then re-electing them time and time again.
(Okay, so this was to be my lead in to the following article. Now, I’ll try and be more civil and present a reasonable argument and play nice…..)
Introduction to an Overly Long, Admittedly Self-Indulgent, Highly-Detailed, and Occasionally Funny Story of My Nevada Caucus Experience
Saturday morning, I attended the Nevada State Democratic Party caucus for Precinct #6672, which covers The Lakes section of Greater Las Vegas.
My precinct includes mostly single-family homes, plus some nice condos and a few apartment complexes in the area just north of Desert Inn and west of Durango. For those unfamiliar with Las Vegas, that’s about 7 miles off the Strip, heading west towards Summerlin.
Democracy in action.
It’s no surprise I’m supporting Bernie Sanders for president.
Now the eve of the Nevada State Democratic Party precinct caucuses coming up this Saturday, Feb. 20th, I’ll explain why I’m backing Sen. Sanders and make an argument he’s the best candidate in the race, not only for progressives, but for our nation’s future.
In a culture where cynicism dominates the national dialectic, in which an overwhelming majority of Americans have lost faith in government — like so many others — I too hunger for a renaissance of optimism. To realize this most noble ambition, authenticity and integrity matter. Who is best suited to deliver on questions of authenticity and integrity? I believe that answer is obvious.
Bernie Sanders needs to do a much better job defining his vision of “democratic socialism.”
That’s because, for millions of Americans, the relatively new political epithet remains confusing, even contradictory.
Indeed, even though this political stew is made considerably more appetizing with the added ingredient of “democratic,” the overriding pungency of “socialism” remains allergenic when served at most American dinner tables. Never mind that socialism remains preposterously misunderstood and perniciously maligned, especially within the modern political lexicon.