Oh man, during the Reagan reign we had a Dem majority that had been in power for a few decades, fat and complacent even as it had some stars and characters and movers and shakers.
The party itself, not so fresh.
And then we had Clinton going one way and the party going another after 12 years of demoralizing one-two punches to our body politic by the very same folks who would, eight years later, gain even more power and cause even more suffering. Not opposite directions, mind you ... just different ones, kind of reeling still from the chore of cleaning up after those pigs.
And now we are nearing the time of another Presidential election And our party is reeling in the ring, down but not out.
I have read as little as I can about the woes of the Presidential candidate's campaigns and how they are affecting the Democratic Party.
To me, the party is not in full swing, shall we say.
This is no definitive statement, just my feeling. After 2006 we saw the inability of Democratic leaders to throw even a crumb to the Democratic base.
And they wonder why we're starving.
So we're reeling and rocking back and forth and swinging and usually hitting each other rather than the real opposition cause it's such a melee now.
But fuck anyone who says this party is dead. Fuck them. Because I happen to be alive and I am a Democrat. I have no quarrel or disdain for any American who votes under any political party, including Green or Republican -- I am not such a fool as to ascribe blame with a broad brush when I know who the murdering criminal enemies really are, and they are not my neighbors, no matter how wrong I think they may be on this or that issue.
So call me Shirley, call me Independent, call me Democrat. I've been a Democrat all my life. I have been punched pretty senseless for a long time and I don't see my party leaders rushing to help me, a member of the Democratic base.
Fine. Fuck 'em. Who needs 'em.
I'm down. But I'm not out.
This is an indulgent diary and I don't care. It was written with little thought or sense behind it.
I'm punch-drunk, you see.