Would someone please draw me a picture? I don't understand the
confusion. Maybe I just don't see what all the ranting is about.
Bernie Sanders has decided to toss his hat in the presidential ring.
In order to have even an outside serious chance, he has to toss his
hat into one of two established, blessed and sanctioned Parties.
Naturally Bernie is unable to sell himself to the Republicans.
Besides, that room is already overloaded with eager clowns. But the
bottom line is that Bernie Sanders is wanting to run for president.
He is not talking true reform of a corrupted system. Bernie, like
Clinton and "What's his name", the other guy running, wants the job as
it now exists. That's why he's running as a Democrat, not a Socialist
or Socialist Worker, or Socialist Democrat. Any of those handles
would bring a quick end to his aspirations.
So Bernie Sanders is running a serious campaign.
And all of a sudden we start picking him apart. We poke around in his
past forty plus years of politicking, and surprise of all surprises,
we discover inconsistencies in his positions on issues.
Just what the Hell did we expect to find? Bernie Sanders is a member
in good standing in the American Corporate Empire's government.
If we're looking for a change in the American Political System, we
should be promoting a national resistance to the current "bought and
paid for" tool of the Empire. We might begin by refusing to pay tax
dollars to support murdering innocent human beings in parts of the
world we have no business being in. We might refuse to vote for any
politician who takes Corporate dollars. We might put our own names on
the ballot as candidates who would, if elected, work to dismantle this
corrupt front organization for the Corporate Empire. Millions of us
might take to the streets and block producers of murder weapons from
conducting their evil business. We might allow ourselves to be
arrested by the thousands, overloading the Justice System. Demanding
reform.
The possibilities are endless. If we had clear heads and realized
that Bernie Sanders is not going to be our knight on a white charger.
Bernie Sanders, with our backing, might push through some much needed
relief for the Working Class. But, like FDR's Programs, it will be
change for the short run. No matter what we do, as long as the
Corporate Empire is in power, we are at their mercy. If we manage to
force some concessions, they will only be temporary. So if any of us
plan to participate in the coming Circus called the Presidential Race,
we need to do it with our eyes wide open. I will vote for Bernie
Sanders knowing that if he were to win he would still be under the
control of the powerful Empire. And even voting for Sanders, I will
continue to work toward a replacement of the Corporate Empire with a
People's Government. Even saying that, I know it's a pipe dream. We
have been so brain washed that we do stuff that is in our own worst
interest. A good example is our belief that Bernie Sanders could turn
the current corrupt system around.
Carl Jarvis
On 8/4/15, Miriam Vieni <miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Bernie and the Sandernistas: Into the Void
http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/bernie_and_the_sandernistas_into_the_voi
d_20150803/
Posted on Aug 3, 2015
By Jeffrey St. Clair
Gage Skidmore / CC BY 2.0
This piece first appeared at Counterpunch.
I'm going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Though true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the Pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender
-Jackson Browne, The Pretender
I admit it. I had finally begun to warm to Bernie Sanders. With each new
Berniefest, the old animosities melted a little. After years of unmitigated
loathing for Sanders, I was beginning to feel a little pride in the
homespun
campaign waged by the Faux Comrade from Vermont.
Much of this had to do with the creeping anxiety that Sanders and his
growing band of adherents, who I've taken to calling the Sandernistas, are
inflicting on Hillary Clinton. Every time Hillary is forced to pop some
political Prozac, a part of me cheers. Thank you, Bernie.
No doubt, it's a curious appeal. I've never thought of Bernie Sanders as a
spellbinding speaker. He doesn't have the polished allure of Obama or the
seductive flair of Jesse Jackson in his prime. His Brooklyn accent is
thick,
his style more stentorian than passionate. The key to Bernie's charisma is
his charming lack of charisma. But his stump speeches, offering a plodding
pastiche of the same liberal economic platitudes that have been common
currency since Hubert Humphrey, are packing them in, from Denver to
Madison.
There is a seething desperation on the economic margins of the country that
is luring people toward Sanders as the only antidote for their anguish.
In the presence of this largely ad hoc movement, it is almost possible to
anesthetize one's conscience against the moral revulsion prompted by
Sanders' adamantine allegiance to the Israeli state in the face of one
atrocity after another. After all, nearly every politician in Washington
acts like an automaton programed by the Lobby. One can also temporarily
stifle one's distaste for his stubborn support of a blustery
our-way-or-the-highway militarism, from Yemen to Ukraine. Likely it seemed
the politic thing to do at the time.
The self-proclaimed independent socialist even initially backed Bill
Clinton's cruel bombing campaign against Serbia, an independent socialist
country. Oh, well, the era of Post-Modernism has apparently given way to
the
age of Post-Irony. Sanders isn't a pacifist. Unlike most socialists
(excepting, naturally, those of the Christopher Hitchens School of
Neo-Trotskyist Interventionism), Sanders is not even an anti-imperialist.
Understood. But did the senator have to go so far as to call in the cops to
arrest anti-war protesters who had peaceably assembled at his office in
Burlington? Tough call, I guess. Perhaps his staffers had dinner
reservations at a hot new bistro in Brattleboro and needed to close up shop
early that day.
One must, I suppose, tolerate Bernie's ongoing backing of a bloated
military
budget, especially for the production of fighter jets and aircraft
carriers,
because it means jobs for Vermonters. That's merely called bringing home
the
bacon and all politicians do it, more or less.
Sweep aside, for a moment, Sanders' bewildering votes for draconian federal
crime and anti-terror laws, even one that savagely eviscerated the right of
habeas corpus, a minor infraction, apparently, which has hardly been
noticed, even on this the 800th anniversary of Magna Carta.
It must be admitted that the Sanders' campaign isn't attracting many blacks
to his super-rallies, and this is surely unfortunate. Still, the senator's
catatonic reaction in Phoenix when confronted by Black Lives Matters
activists can, perhaps, be shrugged off as a lack of advance preparation.
He
was, in the words of one of his backers, "ambushed." Almost certainly,
he'll
soon get his groove back and do better next time. Yet, it's easy to
understand why so many African-Americans resist his charms. Where was he
when they needed him? Where is he now, as the black body count continues to
mount at the hands of the state?
Okay, these nagging caveats about the Sanders campaign, which keep
percolating up with the annoying persistence of Banquo's Ghost, can, with
maximal effort, be suppressed for the over-riding goal of the second, and
final, humiliation of Hillary Clinton and the eradication of the toxic of
virus of Clintonism that has ravaged the political body of the American
left
for more than two decades. Yes, I confess! I'm an ABHer (pronounced
"Abhor")-Anybody But Hillary. I mean anybody, even Martin
(Who-the-Hell-is-That?) O'Malley. But Bernie suddenly, even miraculously,
has the best shot. He's the one rattling the gilded cage, getting under her
skin and on her nerves.
But here's the rub. Bernie has no plans to humiliate Hillary. So far he has
been an accidental agent of her anxiety and he intends to keep it that way.
Bernie refuses to go negative and pledges to support the eventual nominee
of
the party, that is Hillary. This restraint has earned the senator the
patronizing plaudits of Rachel Maddow and the Hipster Chorus at MS-DNC. How
refreshing, they swoon. At last, a politician who only wants to talk
positively about the issues! No cynical attack ads. No nagging questions
about Hillary's inexplicable enrichment in the commodities market! No
unsettling inquiries into her support for the Iraq war or the illegal
bombing of Libya. No nasty condemnations of Hillary's support for the
dismantling of welfare or her cozy relations to the economic wrecking crew
at Goldman, Sachs. Bernie is going to keep it light and upbeat. He says he
likes Hillary, respects her, doesn't want besmirch the reputation of the
presumptive nominee. Keeping it positive. Dig it.
But Bernie's disarmament strategy makes little sense, understood in the
context of the political combat of contemporary presidential campaigns,
where, in theory at least, the stakes are as high as they come. Sanders'
non-aggression pact will certainly not be reciprocated by Hillary in the
unlikely event that her now prohibitive lead begins to shrink. The Clintons
play gutter politics. Recall Bill's racist shivving of Obama during the
2008
primaries in South Carolina.
So, alas, Bernie and the Sandernistas have succeeded in squashing every
little bit of joy I was taking in his campaign. There's nothing like the
rampaging delusions of acolytes to reinvigorate the repressed hatred of a
political realist.
I should have known better. There was that insistent voice in the back of
my
head with the familiar Anglo-Irish accent, the one saying: "Jeffrey, what
has happened to your bullshit detector?" Yes, the shade of Alexander
Cockburn, sometime summer resident of Vermont and longtime critic of
Sanders' special brand of political impotence. "Bernie and the Pwogs," Alex
snickered, "Really, Jeffrey, you're slipping."
And, of course, the Shade of Cockburn is right. Pull the Sandersmobile into
the garage for inspection, pop the hood and you'll soon discover the
vacuous
truth: no engine, just an exhaust pipe, pumping out rhetoric. So much talk,
so little action. The deeper you look at Sanders, the less substance you
see.
The real problem with Bernie is that he won't allow you to suffer
illusions.
Obama was a neophyte, with hardly any record, except the ominous warning
signal that flashed when he picked Joe Lieberman as his senatorial mentor.
It was easy to inhale the aroma of hope and become momentarily intoxicated.
Bernie has a 40-year record as a politician. He is what he is. To say what
he is and what he has done is not to imitate Cassandra at the wall, predict
the flames of the future, but is more akin to the task of Tacitus combing
through the dusty annals, year after year, of a politician who promises one
thing and delivers, time and again, something else entirely.
These are the times when I wish the psycho-historians were still active to
put the Liberal-Left onto the couch. The left-wing of the Democratic Party
has been abused since at least the Jackson campaign, but the decades of
abuse by the party establishment only draw them tighter into the grip of
the
abusers. They are constantly on the hunt for the Good Father and they see
him in the strangest incarnations: Dennis Kucinich, Mario Cuomo, Paul
Wellstone, Barack Obama. They are so desperate to be accepted, to be loved,
to be coddled, that they remain completely blind to the fact that they are
about to be tasered back into submission.
The Democratic Party bought into neoliberalism with the election of Carter
(they've always been imperialistic) and the sale was completed during
Clinton time. Since then there's been no revolution or even minor rebellion
inside the party. Even Bernie, the putative socialist, speaks fondly of the
booming Clinton economy. How can this party be saved? Why should it? Give
Bernie credit for honesty-at least. He has finally admitted what he is: a
Democrat with all the baggage that comes along with that membership card
and
a pledge to support (and never attack) the inevitable nominee: HRC, the
preeminent neoliberal politician in the world today.
It is time for a little political realism: a realism that comes from
understanding who Bernie Sanders is and the role he is now playing. Bernie
has inherited the time-honored role of the Pretender, an essential
character
in Democratic Party stagecraft. There have been other mighty figures who
have strutted and fretted their way across the primary season: Gene
McCarthy
and Shirley Chisholm, George McGovern and Jerry Brown, Cuomo and Jesse
Jackson, Bill Bradley and Patricia Schroeder, Kucinich and, yes, even
Barack
Obama, the Pretender who became president.
Yet, none of these insurgencies, dating back to McCarthy's 1968 campaign,
have ever moved the party even one micron to the left. Instead the DNC has
lurched ever rightward, one election after the next. If nothing else, the
Obama experience has demonstrated that the potency of the change agent
dissolves almost instantly when dropped into the swells of the System.
The sole purpose of these insurgencies is to keep the Left locked inside of
a party that no longer actively represents any of their interests. It's a
sad and hopeless confinement, a kind of political life without parole.
Sure,
many of the Left's most cherished issues, from abortion rights to climate
change, minimum wage to single-payer, get put "on the table" as a way to
keep the backers of the losing campaign animated enough to vote in the
general election. Some of these planks will even get inscribed into the
Holy
Writ of the Platform, where they will be promptly embalmed and entombed
until the next convention.
Bernie Sanders had a choice. He could have run as the outsider he claimed
to
be. He could have run as an independent. He could have run as a Socialist
or
a Green. He could have been a threat to the immiserating status quo. But he
wilted. Either because Sanders really is at heart a Democrat or because he
is a political coward who feared retribution, he chose to lend credence to
a
party that has brutalized nearly every progressive policy he claims to
champion.
Meanwhile, truly independent campaigns, the ones that forcefully challenge
the neoliberal dogma and imperialistic militarism of the Democratic Party
from the outside, are crushed, their candidates and supporters vilified and
demonized. Go ask Ralph Nader.
http://www.truthdig.com/ http://www.truthdig.com/
Bernie and the Sandernistas: Into the Void
http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/bernie_and_the_sandernistas_into_the_voi
d_20150803/
Posted on Aug 3, 2015
By Jeffrey St. Clair
Gage Skidmore / CC BY 2.0
This piece first appeared at Counterpunch.
I'm going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Though true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the Pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender
-Jackson Browne, The Pretender
I admit it. I had finally begun to warm to Bernie Sanders. With each new
Berniefest, the old animosities melted a little. After years of unmitigated
loathing for Sanders, I was beginning to feel a little pride in the
homespun
campaign waged by the Faux Comrade from Vermont.
Much of this had to do with the creeping anxiety that Sanders and his
growing band of adherents, who I've taken to calling the Sandernistas, are
inflicting on Hillary Clinton. Every time Hillary is forced to pop some
political Prozac, a part of me cheers. Thank you, Bernie.
No doubt, it's a curious appeal. I've never thought of Bernie Sanders as a
spellbinding speaker. He doesn't have the polished allure of Obama or the
seductive flair of Jesse Jackson in his prime. His Brooklyn accent is
thick,
his style more stentorian than passionate. The key to Bernie's charisma is
his charming lack of charisma. But his stump speeches, offering a plodding
pastiche of the same liberal economic platitudes that have been common
currency since Hubert Humphrey, are packing them in, from Denver to
Madison.
There is a seething desperation on the economic margins of the country that
is luring people toward Sanders as the only antidote for their anguish.
In the presence of this largely ad hoc movement, it is almost possible to
anesthetize one's conscience against the moral revulsion prompted by
Sanders' adamantine allegiance to the Israeli state in the face of one
atrocity after another. After all, nearly every politician in Washington
acts like an automaton programed by the Lobby. One can also temporarily
stifle one's distaste for his stubborn support of a blustery
our-way-or-the-highway militarism, from Yemen to Ukraine. Likely it seemed
the politic thing to do at the time.
The self-proclaimed independent socialist even initially backed Bill
Clinton's cruel bombing campaign against Serbia, an independent socialist
country. Oh, well, the era of Post-Modernism has apparently given way to
the
age of Post-Irony. Sanders isn't a pacifist. Unlike most socialists
(excepting, naturally, those of the Christopher Hitchens School of
Neo-Trotskyist Interventionism), Sanders is not even an anti-imperialist.
Understood. But did the senator have to go so far as to call in the cops to
arrest anti-war protesters who had peaceably assembled at his office in
Burlington? Tough call, I guess. Perhaps his staffers had dinner
reservations at a hot new bistro in Brattleboro and needed to close up shop
early that day.
One must, I suppose, tolerate Bernie's ongoing backing of a bloated
military
budget, especially for the production of fighter jets and aircraft
carriers,
because it means jobs for Vermonters. That's merely called bringing home
the
bacon and all politicians do it, more or less.
Sweep aside, for a moment, Sanders' bewildering votes for draconian federal
crime and anti-terror laws, even one that savagely eviscerated the right of
habeas corpus, a minor infraction, apparently, which has hardly been
noticed, even on this the 800th anniversary of Magna Carta.
It must be admitted that the Sanders' campaign isn't attracting many blacks
to his super-rallies, and this is surely unfortunate. Still, the senator's
catatonic reaction in Phoenix when confronted by Black Lives Matters
activists can, perhaps, be shrugged off as a lack of advance preparation.
He
was, in the words of one of his backers, "ambushed." Almost certainly,
he'll
soon get his groove back and do better next time. Yet, it's easy to
understand why so many African-Americans resist his charms. Where was he
when they needed him? Where is he now, as the black body count continues to
mount at the hands of the state?
Okay, these nagging caveats about the Sanders campaign, which keep
percolating up with the annoying persistence of Banquo's Ghost, can, with
maximal effort, be suppressed for the over-riding goal of the second, and
final, humiliation of Hillary Clinton and the eradication of the toxic of
virus of Clintonism that has ravaged the political body of the American
left
for more than two decades. Yes, I confess! I'm an ABHer (pronounced
"Abhor")-Anybody But Hillary. I mean anybody, even Martin
(Who-the-Hell-is-That?) O'Malley. But Bernie suddenly, even miraculously,
has the best shot. He's the one rattling the gilded cage, getting under her
skin and on her nerves.
But here's the rub. Bernie has no plans to humiliate Hillary. So far he has
been an accidental agent of her anxiety and he intends to keep it that way.
Bernie refuses to go negative and pledges to support the eventual nominee
of
the party, that is Hillary. This restraint has earned the senator the
patronizing plaudits of Rachel Maddow and the Hipster Chorus at MS-DNC. How
refreshing, they swoon. At last, a politician who only wants to talk
positively about the issues! No cynical attack ads. No nagging questions
about Hillary's inexplicable enrichment in the commodities market! No
unsettling inquiries into her support for the Iraq war or the illegal
bombing of Libya. No nasty condemnations of Hillary's support for the
dismantling of welfare or her cozy relations to the economic wrecking crew
at Goldman, Sachs. Bernie is going to keep it light and upbeat. He says he
likes Hillary, respects her, doesn't want besmirch the reputation of the
presumptive nominee. Keeping it positive. Dig it.
But Bernie's disarmament strategy makes little sense, understood in the
context of the political combat of contemporary presidential campaigns,
where, in theory at least, the stakes are as high as they come. Sanders'
non-aggression pact will certainly not be reciprocated by Hillary in the
unlikely event that her now prohibitive lead begins to shrink. The Clintons
play gutter politics. Recall Bill's racist shivving of Obama during the
2008
primaries in South Carolina.
So, alas, Bernie and the Sandernistas have succeeded in squashing every
little bit of joy I was taking in his campaign. There's nothing like the
rampaging delusions of acolytes to reinvigorate the repressed hatred of a
political realist.
I should have known better. There was that insistent voice in the back of
my
head with the familiar Anglo-Irish accent, the one saying: "Jeffrey, what
has happened to your bullshit detector?" Yes, the shade of Alexander
Cockburn, sometime summer resident of Vermont and longtime critic of
Sanders' special brand of political impotence. "Bernie and the Pwogs," Alex
snickered, "Really, Jeffrey, you're slipping."
And, of course, the Shade of Cockburn is right. Pull the Sandersmobile into
the garage for inspection, pop the hood and you'll soon discover the
vacuous
truth: no engine, just an exhaust pipe, pumping out rhetoric. So much talk,
so little action. The deeper you look at Sanders, the less substance you
see.
The real problem with Bernie is that he won't allow you to suffer
illusions.
Obama was a neophyte, with hardly any record, except the ominous warning
signal that flashed when he picked Joe Lieberman as his senatorial mentor.
It was easy to inhale the aroma of hope and become momentarily intoxicated.
Bernie has a 40-year record as a politician. He is what he is. To say what
he is and what he has done is not to imitate Cassandra at the wall, predict
the flames of the future, but is more akin to the task of Tacitus combing
through the dusty annals, year after year, of a politician who promises one
thing and delivers, time and again, something else entirely.
These are the times when I wish the psycho-historians were still active to
put the Liberal-Left onto the couch. The left-wing of the Democratic Party
has been abused since at least the Jackson campaign, but the decades of
abuse by the party establishment only draw them tighter into the grip of
the
abusers. They are constantly on the hunt for the Good Father and they see
him in the strangest incarnations: Dennis Kucinich, Mario Cuomo, Paul
Wellstone, Barack Obama. They are so desperate to be accepted, to be loved,
to be coddled, that they remain completely blind to the fact that they are
about to be tasered back into submission.
The Democratic Party bought into neoliberalism with the election of Carter
(they've always been imperialistic) and the sale was completed during
Clinton time. Since then there's been no revolution or even minor rebellion
inside the party. Even Bernie, the putative socialist, speaks fondly of the
booming Clinton economy. How can this party be saved? Why should it? Give
Bernie credit for honesty-at least. He has finally admitted what he is: a
Democrat with all the baggage that comes along with that membership card
and
a pledge to support (and never attack) the inevitable nominee: HRC, the
preeminent neoliberal politician in the world today.
It is time for a little political realism: a realism that comes from
understanding who Bernie Sanders is and the role he is now playing. Bernie
has inherited the time-honored role of the Pretender, an essential
character
in Democratic Party stagecraft. There have been other mighty figures who
have strutted and fretted their way across the primary season: Gene
McCarthy
and Shirley Chisholm, George McGovern and Jerry Brown, Cuomo and Jesse
Jackson, Bill Bradley and Patricia Schroeder, Kucinich and, yes, even
Barack
Obama, the Pretender who became president.
Yet, none of these insurgencies, dating back to McCarthy's 1968 campaign,
have ever moved the party even one micron to the left. Instead the DNC has
lurched ever rightward, one election after the next. If nothing else, the
Obama experience has demonstrated that the potency of the change agent
dissolves almost instantly when dropped into the swells of the System.
The sole purpose of these insurgencies is to keep the Left locked inside of
a party that no longer actively represents any of their interests. It's a
sad and hopeless confinement, a kind of political life without parole.
Sure,
many of the Left's most cherished issues, from abortion rights to climate
change, minimum wage to single-payer, get put "on the table" as a way to
keep the backers of the losing campaign animated enough to vote in the
general election. Some of these planks will even get inscribed into the
Holy
Writ of the Platform, where they will be promptly embalmed and entombed
until the next convention.
Bernie Sanders had a choice. He could have run as the outsider he claimed
to
be. He could have run as an independent. He could have run as a Socialist
or
a Green. He could have been a threat to the immiserating status quo. But he
wilted. Either because Sanders really is at heart a Democrat or because he
is a political coward who feared retribution, he chose to lend credence to
a
party that has brutalized nearly every progressive policy he claims to
champion.
Meanwhile, truly independent campaigns, the ones that forcefully challenge
the neoliberal dogma and imperialistic militarism of the Democratic Party
from the outside, are crushed, their candidates and supporters vilified and
demonized. Go ask Ralph Nader.
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