There is a reason why a donkey is the chosen animal symbol of the Democratic party: donkeys are stubborn.
A donkey can knock you down with a very sudden, strong kick, administered with both back legs at the same time.
Bernie Sanders is a true Democrat. I oughta know; I used to be one.
He is not happy about losing the Michigan primary to an Establishment guy.
Bernie has spent his whole political life kicking against the pricks. He has tirelessly pleaded for money and resources to be diverted from the high and mighty Establishment, and rerouted to the working class and welfare masses.
He has boldly pleaded for the tired, the weary, the huddled masses yearning to be led, and fed, and maybe slightly . . . red.
That’s “red” as in the old russian sense, not “red” as in red state.
But yesterday it was voters in those flyover Red states who stuck that long-dreaded dead-end sign on the shoulder of his road to the Presidency.
Bernie has built his entire political identity pleading for the underdog. When he finally achieved a public visibility that might propel him to the kenneldom of top-dog power, middle America pulled the rug out from under him.
Now the top-dog Democrats are pleading with “the socialist” to get out of the race and let the Establishment former-VP-Top Dog-wannabee- take his place at the head of the pack.
Because we all know its all about beating the Donald. Right?
But it’s not all about beating Trump.
For Bernie--and his legions of loyal supporters (that's important!)-- its all about raising the issues of the tired, the weary, the huddled masses yearning to be free—free from the oppressions of that elephantine, dreaded-1%—or 2%-- whatever “white-privileged” fractional faction runs this God-forsaken nation.
But the Bernie is, you see, a true Donkey, and now he must--like any self-respecting jackass--kick those rear-view-leaning legs leftward directly into the middle of “Politics-as-usual.”
You see, the Democrats have a Bernie-Biden debate scheduled. But now—because of Big Tuesday Michigan/Missouri/etc— the top dogs, Carville et al— are trying to get him to slink back into his leftist corner like a good mutt, so top-dog Joe can take it from here without any embarrassing, debate-inflicted verbal gaffes, or memory lapses or awkward party-line gaps.
One last heehaw from the Bernie! before the Demmies put him out to pasture.
Because Bernie is a true Democrat—a donkey, maybe never a top dog.
Put yourself in his place. If you had spent your whole, long lifetime kicking against the pricks, would you let one bad night at the polls destroy your last opportunity to go on national TV and argue 1-on-1 on behalf of your loyal legions of underdogs?
Just for the sake of "getting rid of Trump"? which is probably not going to happen anyway, with the identity-OCD gender blender obsess-regress fringes rendering the Demmie party limp as an old dishrag.
You Democrats should let Bernie have his last hurrah against the Establishment before you turn him out to pasture.
Our nation would do well to witness a Bernie-Biden debate. It could be so much more informational than when all of them were slinging it out in a food fight.
What'd'ya say? The Socialist underdog vs. the Establishment!
Maybe ole Uncle Joe will even learn something from it.
Maybe we will all learn something from it—even us fatn'happy Republicans who are so obsessed with throwing our supposed privileged weight around.
But hey! I do feel for you. . . Democrats, as I used to be one. What's a nation to do when--once again! we're stuck with three old white guys wanting to run the show?! Lizzy Warren, read 'em and weep.
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