There is something terminally juvenile about any adult who essentially cultivates an obsessive crush on a candidate. Obama, for reasonable folks anyway, has spoiled us: a calm, deliberate family man who — irony of ironies after Gore/Bush — seems like a dude you would want to have a beer with. Still, when you go to the doctor, dentist or car mechanic, are you looking to fall in love or have the work done with competence (or, more to the point, steadfastly avoiding having the work done by a manifestly unqualified imbecile who will overcharge and underperform)? So why can’t we approach an attitude toward the most important job in the world with more rational and practical criteria?
Anyone under the age of, say, 25, who continues to insist Hillary is the same as (or worse than!) Trump can be forgiven: they are selfish and short-sighted children blissfully unaware they are cliches of history — the type that allow a George W. Bush to get elected, for instance.
Anyone who lived, as an adult, through the ceaseless carnival of fail that was 2001–2008, and is even contemplating sitting this one out, is a spoiled, petulant punk. And one who, most likely, has never worked for minimum wage, had a dear friend discriminated against due to their sexual orientation, or spent one second imagining how difficult, and frightening, it is for anyone below the poverty line to exist (or get medical care, something we all end up footing the bill for, so a relative handful of executives can essentially build bonfires with hundred dollar bills, because fuck you, that’s why). The American experiment obliges empathy and imagination: the mature acknowledgment that if we all are safer and more sound (physically, emotionally, spiritually), we are ALL able to pursue lives that, at worst, cover the most basic requirements of health and human dignity, but more, the opportunity to dream and expand, and further the ideals of our Founding Fathers.
These same intellectual toddlers, who would turn on Bernie the day after he was elected, are willing to whistle past future graveyards, and help enable the inconceivable election of an obscene cretin we all know (and every available historical fact proves, without exception) actively cares about no one and nothing but the empty, egocentric shell of his soulless self.
Hey Bernie Bros!
What’s up, fellas? First, I feel you. To a certain extent, I am you. I love me some Bernie, and, to establish some obligatory street-cred, actually knew who he was (and admired him) many years before he decided to run for president.
Secondly, I get it. Check this out.
I have to say, you younger dudes are reminding many of us of the obdurate blowhards who claimed, in 2000, that their only choice was Nader since (as Nader himself said, to his eternal shame) Bush and Gore were essentially two sides of the same soiled coin.
Here’s the thing: quite a few folks knew not only that this was bullshit, but that the feckless and untested Bush wasn’t remotely up to the job. Yes, it was infuriating to witness some of the most irresponsible media negligence of our lifetimes (little did we know it was a test run for the run-up to Iraq), but at least, without the literal benefit of hindsight, it was impossible to prove Bush would be incompetent in ways that made even our most cynical suspicions seem…naïve. Here’s the other thing: we already know, without even the slightest iota of uncertainty, that Trump is not merely a reckless, obscene and ignorant buffoon, but that his election will put the very concept of American democracy in jeopardy. Speaking of Iraq, imagine Trump…no, let’s not even go there.
So, with condolences and admonition, let me toss fifty well-intended turds into your oh-so-pure punch bowl before your precious, but increasingly nihilistic “Bernie or Bust” antics do our nation irreparable harm.
1. Donald Trump.
2. Trump’s VP? Google “Pence. Abortion bill”.
4. Imagine, for one moment, that you’re not white, or had a vagina. Or were gay. Or, if that’s too frightening and uncomfortable, what our country will be like for any and all of these folks.
5. Pretend (and this is probably the biggest stretch of all) that you ever, under any circumstances had to work a blue collar job.
6. Contemplate Newt Gingrich as Secretary of State.
- Contemplate Chris Christie. (Not even necessarily in any position of power; just contemplate him.)
- Imagine, for one second, this idiot feeling vindicated.
- The fact that the cowardly and cretinous Rudy Giuliani has recently inserted himself into the public eye with the typical grace of a rabid ferret in a crowded train, and could easily be named Attorney General, should be enough to make you not only vote for Hillary, but get excited about canvassing for her.
- If you seriously believe, for one second, that living under a Trump regime will be in any way cathartic or cleansing, do us all a favor: go live in North Korea for a few months and let us know what you’ve learned.
- Have you actually ever read anything by Orwell or Kafka or even the pre-9/11 Christopher Hitchens? Didn’t think so.
- “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose”, right? Trump’s another word for it, too — for people who’ve never lost anything, or have excellent jobs or benevolent parents to shelter them from shit when it gets real. Speaking of freedom: everything this concept conveys is something Trump had handed to him or has fought to obstruct his entire life.
- Hillary a tad egocentric for your tastes? Fair enough. Think she puts herself first too much for comfort? Okay. Compared to Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton is Florence Nightingale, Mother Teresa and June Cleaver rolled into one.
- Think of Hillary Clinton as the pâté of politics: overvalued by the wrong type of people, appalling in its pretensions, bought by well-connected sorts, but undeniably created through expertise and time-tested processes. It, in short, might not be especially appetizing for all kinds of reasons, but fast food it ain’t. Think of Trump, on the other hand, as a worn out chicken breast raised on a chemical and steroid mash inside a rank, concrete factory that is months past its inflated expiration date, then had bleach poured on it for coloration before hitting the meat aisle at Food Lion.
- Everyone who really wants Trump to win really hates everything about you.
- And they would not hesitate to harm you, physically, if they could get away with it.
- And they would be encouraged (and, perhaps, exonerated) by Trump, if he had the power.
- Read the short story “Mario and the Magician” by Thomas Mann.
- Read something by any writer who lived through a dictatorship.
- Read this excellent piece from founding Weeklings editor Greg Olear.
- Imagine all the right wing radio listening, bigoted and elderly dunces who detest Obama (because he’s black) and fantasize about them spending their miserable last years ranting in their futons because a woman just became president for two terms.
- I would say, imagine Secretary of Defense John McCain, but The Donald prefers Secretaries of State who didn’t get captured. You know who definitely never gets captured? Short-fingered cheese-dicks whose daddy helped them avoid military service in the first place.
- At a certain point you just have to grow up. There are few things more appalling than the way sausage is made (literally and figuratively). There are also few things more enjoyable, or American.
- You know how you love Bill Clinton despite the ways he drives you crazy because he’s such a gifted natural politician with such cripplingly poor judgment? Hillary Clinton, in virtually every regard, is his opposite.
- Read this.
- Read this, too.
- More knowledge dropped by Mr. Olear.
- Put this in your pipe and smoke it.
- Donald Trump is the tragi-comic apotheosis of the GOP successfully, for decades, side-stepping all reality-based criticism by insisting the media is liberal. (The only way that story ends happily, and appropriately, is if Trump loses in spectacular, historically humiliating fashion.)
- Also, the Fox News-enabled transition from low information voters to noinformation voters has been deliberate, if cynical, and will have one of two results: epic comeuppance that will rend the GOP into several desperate, greedy and angry (always angry) factions, or the utter collapse of democracy, assuming Trump wins.
- Seriously, the distance between Hillary and Bernie, though profound in some regards, is like the gap between Starbucks franchises in any major city. The distance between Hillary and Trump, on the other hand, is not even calculable by man-made means; we’re talking quantum physics black hole time space continuum type shit.
- See how long you can make it through this:
33. Am I the only person who, whenever Donald Trump is speaking (invariably about himself), thinks he is a much dumber and more dangerous realization of this classic character?
34. You notice how the Republican Establishment has, of late, tripled-down on calling itself “the party of Lincoln”? That’s not accidental. This election needs to ensure that for the indefinite future they are, correctly, known as “the party of Trump”.
35. Getting back to that Republican platform. Did you know they’re against medical marijuana?
36. And that they are still shamelessly anti-gay marriage, anti-gay adoption and forthe farcical “conversion therapy” snake oil? (Follow the money, opportunism and denial, always the GOP Unholy Trinity.) It’s one thing to be unrepentantly bigoted and call yourself “traditional”; it’s another to essentially fly your flag of intolerance anddare people with their hearts and minds on the moral side of history to do something. Now’s the time to ensure you do something.
37. Hey, smart guy: can’t be bothered to be appalled by anti-abortion (even in the cases of rape and incest!) laws? How about when your online porn habits start being monitored and persecuted?
38. Still unmoved? Get a load of this exhaustive (and yes, epic) takedown of all-things Trump by our own Brother Sean Beaudoin.
39. You’ve got your panties in a pretzel over Hillary’s emails, but you don’t realize Trump University alone should be enough to ensure Trump is doing the hardest possible time at Rikers Island?
40. Ever seen Dr. Strangelove? Donald Trump is Buck Turgidson, General Jack D. Ripper, Colonel Bat Guano and Ambassador Alexei de Sadeski, all in one. Only dumber and more dangerous. And much less amusing.
41. Remember this?
42. Just vote for Hillary and then complain and whine as much as you want. That’s what blogs are made for.
43. For the sake of the country, be the one saying “I told you so” each time the media, on rinse, wash, repeat, blasts out the latest manufactured Hillary-related outrage. We can take it; we’re prepared for it. Don’t be the person being told “I told you so” by the rest of us, as our collective future flatlines.
44. Ensure another essential Democratic win just to see if it finally causes this evil motherfucker to implode.
45. Just because Batman had some megalomaniacal tendencies doesn’t mean you rooted for The Joker. (If you did root for The Joker, it’s time, at long last, to move out of your parent’s house. Also, too: see #9.)
46. Every great leader, including FDR, had personal foibles that, if scrutinized the way Hillary’s have been for decades, would prevent them from being elected to their home owners association, much less president of the United States.
47. Imagine the good Bernie can continue to do in support of a (grateful, and accommodating) Clinton administration.
48. Visualize every hero who has fought for social justice in the history of the world. Who do you think they’d want you to vote for? (Hint: not Trump, never.)
49. Have the courage of your convictions: go light your house on fire and send every penny you have to Donald Trump. That will allow you to get it out of your system andrepent before you help usher in the apocalypse. Win/Win.
50. Seriously. President Trump? You’re better than that. We’re better than this.
Final words from the man himself.
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