I’m an old kossack and not somebody that fires off diaries every day- hell, every year even. But today I’ve been watching a cabal of pampered talking heads excitedly chatter about possibility of another old man, another rich man, another white man adding his fiscal brilliance to the democratic primary.
Let me be crystal clear to all of the media-ites prepping their pithy talking points for the day. Nobody in the sparkly magical states of Iowa or New Hampshire or South Carolina is crying out for another billionaire to run for president. The people who came to my polling place in Ohio to vote on Tuesday did not show up clutching their democratic sample ballots looking for more millionaires for city council or budding billionaires for any other office. News flash- they were so eager to vote for party candidates that they were diving into the trash can for sample ballots. That won’t happen for you.
I did not drive 400 miles in January 2017 to meet hundreds of thousands of angry women with pink hats and rude signs to march on Washington DC because the wrong billionaire had just taken office. Neither did the other millions of women across the country who put on their parkas and raincoats, who hauled their kids out of school to drive to their capital or their town square. That was not done with the eager anticipation of anybody like you.
The women and democrats and working people waiting for November 2020 to vote Donald Trump out of office are not waiting for your well-dressed wrinkly ass to save us all from the trauma of an overcrowded, overly long primary. There are good candidates out there who have done the work, talked policy and shook hands. Where have you been, Mr. Rich Dude? Not in Iowa, that’s for damn sure. Do your people, the rich, still hang out in the Riviera, or is that too James Bond? Fuck if I know.
But here’s something I do know. We are not your vanity project, your next target market, your next corporate takeover candidate. We don’t need you, we don’t like you and we are not going to campaign for you. Nope! No sir. Please don’t bother even asking. Not one door, not one sign, not one hour will i give you and that matters, whether you throw your dollars around or not.
I bet you’ve got lots of consultants telling you great things about your potential. At least you’ve got money to blow on fluff jobs and pandering that won’t be missed. Not like the rest of us.
I will support a qualified woman, a senator, a mayor- hell, even a retread of a VP if that’s the will of the rank and file democratic party. Not you and nobody like you. Nobody is standing on the street in Iowa banging a cowbell demanding more billionaire. And nobody ever will- just ask the other rich guy. Go home and count your moneybags, McDuck. We don’t need you. Oh, and your mother probably dressed you funny too.
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PS- To Jeff Sessions-your Party has never been interested in recycling and they’re not going to start now. Good luck with that, you regressive quisling!