On the Michigan primary

You may want to read this post by an office colleague and a practitioner of the political arts, because my post is very pessimistic.

See, here’s my problem:

How can Bernie govern? I mean, who will he appoint to his Cabinet? There aren’t that many “socialists” (or progressive Democrats, even) available to appoint. Who will shepherd his bills through Congress? I wish we were ready for his programs, but I fear we aren’t.

How can Hillary govern? The Senate majority leader, Mitch McConnell, and his ilk will no sooner let her lead than they let Obama lead. It’ll be attack-attack-attack from day one. Since the Democrats are apparently not implementing any national effort to take back the Senate, it’ll be four more years of gridlock.

How can one vote third-party? We only talk about third parties on the eve of an election when we’re full of despair over the choices from the Big Two. Who’s working to build up even one third party in the off-years so they’re a viable choice in election years?

And those are the good choices. I wouldn’t vote for a Republican this year if you put a gun to my head. Go ahead and pull the trigger, put me out of my misery. Even the least objectionable of the lot pulls the rest of the immigrant-hating, gay-bashing, woman-demeaning, fundamentalist know-nothings with him.

Oh, I’ll probably go vote, after work. I do not look at this primary as a patriotic duty. It’s a party duty, and I’m not technically a member of any party. The true patriotic thing might be to eschew the primary in the spirit of George Washington, who was rightfully suspicious of political parties. But mostly, my thing is, I’m voting Democratic in November, no matter what. They could run Zippy the Pinhead, and I wouldn’t care. I’ll go vote, and then I’ll go home and daydream about the days when we could actually choose someone like a Roosevelt for president.

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About songdogmi

I'm a longhaired almost-hippie stuck in the inner suburbs of a major rust-belt metropolis who's thoughtful, creative, and kind of geeky. In exchange for a paycheck I run around in a cubicle maze most days. When I escape, I play music, hang out in coffee houses, dink around on the computer, take naps, and think I should be off in the woods somewhere. Every once in a while I get in my car and drive far, far away, though I've always come back so far.
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