The Bernie Sanders Revolution has ended in the exact way I
expected. Tears of disbelief rolling
down the cheeks of Millennials makes for excellent television. The dream dies hard to those that haven’t had
their dreams crushed in such a manner before.
The idealists and opportunists that had jumped on board had convinced
themselves that showing up at some rallies and circulating clever social media posts
would tumble the existing power base and leave behind a worker’s paradise. Why, we’d all hopscotch around with free
healthcare and education! And who would
pay for this? The Rich! They have all the money! It’s unfair!
They stack the deck against us!
As I gazed upon these tears flowing at the convention hall,
when it had at last become apparent that no last minute miracle would happen, I
was transfixed. I wanted to see if I could
see the exact second when the realization hit these people. “This was never going to happen. Ever.
The Establishment will always win The Game because they are the ones the
write The Rules of The Game.” Wake the
fuck up hipster. Revolution doesn’t come
from sharing a Facebook post. It takes
money, cold blooded violence, and understanding that everything that you know
is wrong. Powerful people do not become
that way by accident. They tossed some
bodies in the quarry along the way. To
think that some utopian crazy talk was going to move them out of the way is
childishly naïve. You have to get in the
mud and fight your way out.
While it could lead to some long term good in America, this
will probably crush the will of the millennials. Having been told all their young lives that
they are special and everyone gets a trophy, this punch in the teeth is
something altogether new. “We’ll show
them! We will march out of the
Convention Hall!” Grow the fuck up. Bernie knew he wasn’t winning this thing from
the start. He knew the score. He got what he wanted out of it and then
compromised like his job requires.
Taking your ball and going home is not going to accomplish
anything. Sitting out the election like
a petulant six year old will get you Grand Emperor Trump, and you will learn
what “unfair” really means. Go ahead and
spend a year hopping out of a helicopter getting shot at by dudes in rubber
sandals in the desert. You’ll yearn for
the Good Old Days of “Occupy Wall Street” humping like a feral dog in a tent
listening to Frank Turner records.
It was important to get the issues Sanders championed into
the public discourse. Free universal
health care isn’t going to happen.
However, at least we can discuss changing the obviously broken situation
we have now. Should we limit corporate
finance of political campaigns? Of
course we should. Should we charge
companies for carbon emissions?
Probably, but don’t go crazy when you get laid off because the company
had to reduce production or sink money into capital improvements. Free education? OK, but who pays for it? We have broken bridges, roads, tunnels,
airports, etc. Who’s paying for all of
this? The Rich? No way.
They will just fire a bunch of you and cut your wages to keep their
lifestyles. This shit is
complicated. Waving a cardboard sign
about “Feeling The Bern” doesn’t get it done.
Time to face reality and get to work.
The party is over.
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