The sweet spot for a democrat, whose donors and masters are the exact same people that empower republicans, plus or minus the privileged and empowered folks who fall outside the category of “human” to the card carrying fascist, is to be able to say to your constituents “I’m trying to do something! Look! See at all this Trying I’m doing?! Aren’t you so grateful I’m here and Trying So Hard. Alas, republicans… I said, excuse me sir…[Peanuts adult noises start to drown out their voice] …Reaching across the aisle like an adult in the room… [somebody who still only gets their news from MSNBC starts clapping like a trained seal] …Vote for Mueller for the grand bargain in the West Wing”
But then they also need to go to their office and assure their real masters that no, they’re doing exactly nothing, because they know their performance is fated to fail and be forgotten, with zero chance of ever having the force of law, nor being interesting enough to kick off a movement or popular support of any magnitude. Then they do some insider trading, because they know what the republicans are actually doing, and they get a fat enough paycheck to be fine with it, because everybody sells out, because all humans are basically the same, and on equal footing, and the incidence of benevolent principled behavior is low enough to be statistically irrelevant, because the world we live in destroys anybody with those tendencies, or buries them.
That’s the elected-lib sweet-spot. Demonstrate “value” to credulous constituents through meaningless performative action you know won’t amount to anything, tell them to vote harder about their increasing suffering, and then go to the guy who owns you so hard his fist might as well be deep up your ass and assure them you’ve done absolutely nothing to threaten their interests.
It’s a lot of work, but hell, it pays the bills and you get to feel superior to the people you dupe every two to six years.
The sweet spot for a democrat, whose donors and masters are the exact same people that empower republicans, plus or minus the privileged and empowered folks who fall outside the category of “human” to the card carrying fascist, is to be able to say to your constituents “I’m trying to do something! Look! See at all this Trying I’m doing?! Aren’t you so grateful I’m here and Trying So Hard. Alas, republicans… I said, excuse me sir…[Peanuts adult noises start to drown out their voice] …Reaching across the aisle like an adult in the room… [somebody who still only gets their news from MSNBC starts clapping like a trained seal] …Vote for Mueller for the grand bargain in the West Wing”
But then they also need to go to their office and assure their real masters that no, they’re doing exactly nothing, because they know their performance is fated to fail and be forgotten, with zero chance of ever having the force of law, nor being interesting enough to kick off a movement or popular support of any magnitude. Then they do some insider trading, because they know what the republicans are actually doing, and they get a fat enough paycheck to be fine with it, because everybody sells out, because all humans are basically the same, and on equal footing, and the incidence of benevolent principled behavior is low enough to be statistically irrelevant, because the world we live in destroys anybody with those tendencies, or buries them.
That’s the elected-lib sweet-spot. Demonstrate “value” to credulous constituents through meaningless performative action you know won’t amount to anything, tell them to vote harder about their increasing suffering, and then go to the guy who owns you so hard his fist might as well be deep up your ass and assure them you’ve done absolutely nothing to threaten their interests.
It’s a lot of work, but hell, it pays the bills and you get to feel superior to the people you dupe every two to six years.