Defeated and Joyful

Now that my pick for the next President of the Good Old USA has been thoroughly thrashed by the Good Old Former Confederacy, it is past time for me to bow out of the pundits' circle, aka, to stop dreaming.

I have neither interest in nor warm and fuzzy feelings for Chill-ary Hillary, none, zip, nada, zero, zilch, no way. I'm not gonna vote, even if Uncle Bernie says, "Vote for Hills, Dooley!"

Which he inevitably will.  My time on Earth is too short, too precious to take any of this seriously.

A part of me now wants Trump to spank Hills in the GE, should it come to that, and lead our nation to annihilation. Hillary is fully capable of doing as much, but Trump would do it with better laugh lines.

Dooley should have climbed aboard the clown car last summer and shouted, "Benghazi, you Bitch!"

A meaningless retort, obviously, but it's the kind of thing the dumb cherish, witness all the TPers who have crashed Congress.   It would have been endearing to hear Bernie lob a few Molotov word-splatters at the American Queen.

Bernie's message hasn't resounded, mainly because Bernie is a feather-light socialist whose fear is tangible.  He's afraid of black people, AIPAC, terrorists, schoolyard bullies, billionaires, real socialists, and his own shadow.

Not even his love for the 2nd Amendment and the MIC could put him over the hump.

I jest in part, of course.  Americans hate socialists, even the phony ones. Ironically, blacks appear to hate them the most.

It is clear that Americans are not ready to confront deep-rooted economic inequality and the rigged system--unless you count Trumpism as an antidote, a dubious argument. Bernie is boring people to death, and try as he might to reduce theoretical socialism to its lowest common denominator, he simply can't manage it.

Who could?  It's academic, and nobody--and I mean no one--is interested in theory.

Single-payer and free education have been stabbed to death by the broke and the ignorant, helped along by a deadly dose of "No We Can't" by the NYT, et al., for the consumption of the herd. Humanism?  Be damned!

Too many Americans think they're going to strike it rich tomorrow, placing their billion-dollar dreams ahead of reality.

As Wall Street celebrates--the choice between Clinton and Trump is too juicy--the South can happily declare itself far removed from any movement toward betterment.

Same old story.

Trump is that much closer to the presidency, for he can flit around the South for any number of days ahead and shore things up by bellowing, "Stupid people love me, and I love them.  I love the South!"

And his subjects shall laugh.  They shall laugh raucously.

Trump can be a Good Old Boy if he wants to be.  He's that good.

Bernie didn't blow it.  The truth is Bernie never had a chance.

I'm off to join the other circus.  I don't have time now for this shit.

Come on Donald, kick her ass and then give this cesspool what it deserves.


TS