Of Platters and Asses

Byy On

A friend writes to me this morning:

“As usual, the very good writer Thomas Frank has something to say, & what he says is correct … but the Nile, Ganges, Mississippi & Yellow River of words to come will drown this article & all that follow it. As a prostitute replied in a film I watched tonight when told by a man to go to hell, “Where do you think we are?”

The Clintons had their monied asses handed back to them on a silver platter cooked well-done by the angry citizenry and presented to them election night by their faithful servants, the likes of the deceitful Debbie Wasserman-Shultz, party hack Donna Brazile and your friendly Democratic National Committee that conspired to keep from the ticket the only person who may have been able to defeat Trump, Bernie Sanders. But they won and Bernie lost and so was to go the nation. Bernie drank the Kool-Aid instead of joining Jill Stein, perhaps to defeat, but an honorable one. Clinton’s stale perfume will long linger on his suit jacket sleeve.

Frank says in his piece for the Guardian this morning,

“And so Democratic leaders made Hillary their candidate even though they knew about her closeness to the banks, her fondness for war, and her unique vulnerability on the trade issue – each of which Trump exploited to the fullest. They chose Hillary even though they knew about her private email server. They chose her even though some of those who studied the Clinton Foundation suspected it was a sketchy proposition.

To try to put over such a nominee while screaming that the Republican is a rightwing monster is to court disbelief. If Trump is a fascist, as liberals often said, Democrats should have put in their strongest player to stop him, not a party hack they’d chosen because it was her turn. Choosing her indicated either that Democrats didn’t mean what they said about Trump’s riskiness, that their opportunism took precedence over the country’s well-being, or maybe both.”

The sisters of Hubris, Entitlement and Greed escorted the Clintons to this point, followed by a duped electorate chanting, “It’s her time!” as if having a woman as president was the be-all and end-all. Remember, our first black president, Obama, was to have given back to the black community but all they got was the Audacity of Hope. As Sarah Palin said, “How is that hopey-changey stuff working out for ya?” Eight solid years of war, total surveillance and a bubble economy. Clinton was to have led the new parade, admired and controlled by the oligarchy who supported her. This is spoken to by Frank at the end of his article.

“The even larger problem is that there is a kind of chronic complacency that has been rotting American liberalism for years, a hubris that tells Democrats they need do nothing different, they need deliver nothing really to anyone – except their friends on the Google jet and those nice people at Goldman. The rest of us are treated as though we have nowhere else to go and no role to play except to vote enthusiastically on the grounds that these Democrats are the “last thing standing” between us and the end of the world. It is a liberalism of the rich, it has failed the middle class, and now it has failed on its own terms of electability. Enough with these comfortable Democrats and their cozy Washington system. Enough with Clintonism and its prideful air of professional-class virtue. Enough!”

About Dick Conoboy

Citizen Journalist and Editor • Member since Jan 26, 2008

Dick Conoboy is a recovering civilian federal worker and military officer who was offered and accepted an all-expense paid, one year trip to Vietnam in 1968. He is a former Army [...]

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