Yes, this sums up my ambivalent support of Bernie sanders. The Clintons did
shred many of my liberal values such as a strong safety net, robust competition
in the media market place, consumer protection from the banksters, and a fair
criminal justice system. As for peace action, they didn't even try.
I do identify with Bernie's charming lack of charisma. Let's see how far he
goes.
Abby
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Sent: Tuesday, August 04, 2015 6:51 PM
To: blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [blind-democracy] Bernie and the Sandernistas: Into the Void
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_t
he_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_t
he_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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