Crossposted from MY LEFT WING
This part of one of yesterday's rebuttals (to my bad judgement in posting what I posted yesterday), written by The Blaz, stood out for me:
And son of a bitch, sometimes that means voting for a distasteful candidate from your party.
Except... and I might have pointed this out, except I didn't have the intestinal fortitude to stick around and fight it out... It's not sometimes. It's ALWAYS.
When is the last time the Democrats nominated a liberal candidate? Wasn't Carter. Hell, I'm not even sure about Mondale and Dukakis -- but if they WERE liberal, they sure as HELL were still distasteful as candidates.
Clinton? Yes -- I liked him and I liked voting for him in 1992; but then came the egregious bad judgement. I can barely tolerate it in myself -- in my President? Please. These people MUST be held to a higher standard than the average citizen -- they are supposed to be BETTER than me, man -- they're supposed to be the best and brightest. Fuck that "He has an addiction to sex" bullshit -- keep it in your pants for 8 years, asshole. You'll get plenty of pussy after your terms, if that's what you absolutely have to have.
Whoops -- got my dates mixed up. I can't remember WHY I didn't like Clinton in 1996 -- but it wasn't Lewinsky.
So, no, 1996 wasn't the best year for liberals who had to vote Democratic for lack of a better option.
But I guess this is what I really don't get about the hugely negative response to my rhetoric yesterday:
Great fucking job. You might as well cast your vote for another 4 years of corruption, greed, and fucking over the world. Might as well sign a petition to start another bullshit war, might as well sign up to clean the torture implements.
Such stubbornness is a huge reason why our country is politically fucked right now. The selfish "My way or fuck you" that pervades society at every God damned turn.
Well, sometimes you put aside what you WANT and do what's RIGHT for the country. Sometimes a partial victory is better than no victory at all.
Except, as people did keep pointing out, 2008 is a long way off, right? And I want to bring out the big guns against the primary candidate I feel threatens me most now, while I still CAN. Because the woman will be a fucking juggernaut come November 8th.
It's fucking RHETORIC, people. It's part of the game YOU are playing. I want to be part of the groundswell of people whose negative reaction to the very IDEA of a Clinton candidacy may, if we're VERY lucky, cause her to reconsider it -- and, god willing, abandon the campaign before it begins.
Because even if she DOES lose the primary, the battlefield will be so fucking red with the spilled blood of the eventual nominee, spilled by a Clinton campaign's well-financed machinery, he may never get the strength it will take to beat the Republican. (I say "he" because, well, it will be a "he.")
if Clinton is to be defeated in the primaries, the battle must have already begun LONG before the primary season is in full swing.
How is this not completely obvious?
Don't tell me about timing and priorities and winning back Congress -- if we can't do that AND begin our engagement of the primary enemy simultaneously, we suck.
Which, I guess, is par for the course. But it doesn't HAVE to be. The only power we have as liberals is in the primaries. It is in the PRIMARIES that we stand a chance of getting our candidate into office; if we don't fight like hell for control of the party during the PRIMARIES, we're doomed to vote for the lesser of two evils again and again, ad infinitum.
And the lesser of two evils is STILL FUCKING EVIL.
And I am tired of that shit.
So, in case it isn't perfectly obvious -- which I guess it ain't -- the fact is, wat I posted yesterday was rhetoric. I can't say who'll get my vote or not with anything but rhetorical hype, because I am not really the kind of fool who would say "never" to anything without reserving the right to change her motherfucking mind later.
Good heavens, what ARE they teaching them in these schools?
UPDATE:
P.S. Don't recommend this diary, let it sink like a stone, don't make comments -- and your problems with my timing will be moot, because the diary will die a quick death.