I am a proud pony progressive and I WANT A PONY!
I WANT A STABLE!!!! Because HAMP screwed me out of my home and that is all that is left. And though the bank doesn’t own my mortgage, I didn’t ask to see it. I was told that I was being sanctimonious for not believing HAMP would help and so here I am, homeless and pony-less.
Hay is not just for horses or ponies. It is now my bed where I rest my weary purist head.
Real progress is one of my staples and so therefore I lie in my stable wondering where the pony I was promised went. This same pony I signed up for and worked real hard for in 2008; after all, I raised money and manned the OFA stand, manipulated emotions, and now it doesn’t seem appreciated:
You know what happened then? This administration and those in Congress prodded broke my pony’s leg (public option/millionaire’s tax instead of labor tax in insurance reform/state exchanges instead of national exchanges with authority to enforce regulations/Brown-Kaufman ending TBTF/Jeff Merkley’s real Volcker rule/really regulating derivatives) from the get go. And then they wanted my pony to die so I would stop talking about him. My pony had other ideas and so did I:
My pony will never die! Neither will the call to let ponies roam free and provide for the American people! We’ll ride them someday.
1. The Civil Rights Pony
2. The New Deal Pony
3. The Organized Labor Pony
Call it…..purist? Call it……sanctimoniousness? I call it economic justice, candidness, and a desire for something other than table scraps. The American people are hungry for a meal and they will get it! In WI! And everywhere as long as we are proud of our historical progressive ponies.