The White House on 2 August 2017.
It used to be an exercise in radical political and power systems analysis to make that argument about the White House in the past (never mind the pun that seemed to be baked in). Today, though, it’s just obvious objective and literal fact.
Abbey and I do not see eye to eye on political tactics, I think. We are friends. And this jibes.
It starts with realizing that maybe, just maybe, we’re not the most important part of America after all.
Holding my breath a little longer to see if the Democrats pivot along these lines genuinely, or maybe better: people leave them (the leadership, the neoliberals, the progressivism-hijackers snake-oil sales crews) to shrivel up on the sidewalk and start something else that embodies this attitude viagra sans ordonnance en france.
Clearly I’m sharing in the raw feeling, for maybe not all the same reasons as some who feel defeated today.
Robert Parry: Why Trump Won; Why Clinton Lost
I am not mournful because I was rooting for Clinton. I was not cialisfromuk.com.
I was naively expecting her to win anyway. I was expecting some grumbly relief for the devil I knew. And not expecting people to do much to push her further.
My nascent hope is that maybe we — not the party machines — we, the people — might learn something we don’t forget so quickly, and maybe we’ll apply that in some sort of political judo and fix what clearly is oh so very broke.