(I just sent the following to the Washington State Democratic Party, with the subject line of “I’m done with you.”)
If this was a formal letter, I would supply a salutation, etc., but as it isn't, I'll just plunge right in, shall I?
Schumer? Really?
I can see (not necessarily agree with, but see) the possible strategic intent behind Senator Schumer's announcement to vote in favor of the CR.
However.
It is the latest in a series of capitulations, accommodations, and generally ineffectual "positioning" that seems to be all that the (current) leadership of the Democratic Party have on offer. Your value proposition of late (and for quite some time now) has been "Look how bad they are! We'll be "not-them" for you."
Well, you've failed signally at that, because at this point you've given away the goddamned farm, and sold all of us off as perpetual stoop labor to the techbroligarchy. Women no longer have the right of choice; trans folk are already getting pink-triangled on their way to the railyard, with their tut-tutting siblings soon to follow. You know the litany...
And your answer?
Paddles? With li'l slogans? That's going to look awesome in the history books; they'll put you right next to Sophie Scholl and the Weiße Rose in the "Heroes of the Resistance" section.
You put a senescent, cancer-ridden stalwart in leadership rather than a dynamic, progressive (who threatens to actually do the things the Democratic Party used to stand for).
I see you.
I have voted a virtually straight Democratic ticket since my first, sobering vote in 1980; and you have consistently provided me with Republican presidents, or Republican-lite variations.
Then you failed, not once, but twice to stop....whatever the hell Trump and his diseased band of psychopaths is. He should have been the easiest, walk-over win in your damned electoral history...and you managed to find, twice, the one candidate that would coalesce his bizarre fan club sufficiently to win.
Bravo.
If, IF, this Democratic Party were to somehow, phoenix-like rise from the ashes of their self-ignited auto-da-fé with an FDR-redivivus, complete with agenda, Cabinet, and anti-fascist torch, I would consider coming back. But as of today, I will no longer provide my time, my voice, my resources, nor my vote to anyone working for, with, or in alignment with the Democratic Party. You have, either through intention or inanition, betrayed everything I believed that your party was supposed to value.
Fight, you spineless bastards, or sink into a well-deserved obscurity, irrelevance, and historical obloquy.
(not a formal communication, but just to be clear; signed, Brian D. Metz, Seattle, WA March 14, 2025, because I couldn't wait for the Ides of March.)
