Yeah, you designer flanneled F-350-driving Trump fans with your Weimar grievances and no idea what or where Weimar is— talking to you. You’re phonies. Sandernistas too, you deluded fair and balanced wannabes. Phonies.
Your candidates are powerless, your platforms are meaningless, you’re all tools.
I’ll bet I can get you to agree on something: Ted Cruz is a douche, right?
While you’re in agreement, try this on: a paper bag.
Put it over your mouth and breath into it—because you’re all having the same panic attack. You think your freedoms have evaporated, and you’re right! But it ain’t the government, the immigrants or the billionaires. It’s yourselves.
You surrendered your identity. You were a person and five black-robed radicals of the rapture said screw humans—six years ago the Supreme Court made you sub-corporate tools. Any Republicans tuning out here: while you’re looking up “Weimar,” check out “Stockholm Syndrome.” WTF do you think a corporation is?—a legal machine designed to protect itself from humans. An impervious PR-spouting machine, absolved of human responsibility. Kind of a god, really—the kind Ted goes in for, anyway.
A corporation isn’t something we are, it’s something we invented and it’s now in charge. The machine is now in charge. Why else would a born tool like Ted Cruz be a contender?
You want a non-machine, non-establishment candidate? Go ahead, vote your conscience or your balls or whatever your Ouija board tells you.
But you’re canaries in a Citizens United coal mine.