The Squawker: Boy, I thought we'd have moved out by now. It's so hard to make friends around here.
The Reckoner: Don't forget how busy they are, or so they tell you. The way they talk, you'd think they were CEOs of some company...
Squawker: Well, some of them are CEOs! And even if they're not, they're all these older Boomers. This town is crawling with them! They have endless money, and they're always going on trips, to some foreign country, or other. I can't take it anymore, I hate it here!
Reckoner: It was like that here when I grew up. Can't say I've got a mile long invite list going, either. Still, though, you might well ask yourself this...
Squawker: What's that, exactly?
Reckoner: Here's the thing about friends, however you find them. What would you do with them, once you had them?
Squawker: What do you mean by that?
Reckoner: That's the thing, isn't it? Friendships take work to maintain, like marriages, or any other relationship. But most folks don't think about that --
Squawker: Until it's too late. I got it. (sighs) Well, I sure hope that isn't me.
by ghosts of Democratic Presidencies past:
"Just tinker 'round the edges, tinker 'round the edges?":
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No such luck, as we gird for 2025. Now that all those programs -- the child tax credit, the COVID relief checks, the temporary eviction moratoriums -- have been unceremoniously halted, it's back to choosing between food and medicine, rent and medical bills, car repairs and daycare, or whatever millions of us were grappling with, before the pandemic hit.
For a nation that never stops prattling about the beauty of "choice," what's striking is how few meaningful options are ever offered on the menu. Given how so many are struggling, stranded by a system that's rendered most basic needs -- from energy, to food, housing, and back again -- as exercises in circle-the-drain frustration, what's the most important takeaway, for the Democratic Party?
Five words, it seems, judging by the emails that began flooding my inbox, with the ink barely cold on Harris's defeat: "Just give us money, folks." Hence, this arid opening nugget, blasted out from some entity or other calling itself the Harris Fight Fund (*11/14): "The results in the presidential election weren't something any of us had hoped for."
Quite. Indeed. Do tell. You think? Insert the snark of your choice here. Whatever you conjure up will suffice. Then comes the pitch:
"If everyone getting this email donated right now, we'd have what we need to finish the job in these races. But not everyone will give, so we’re urgently asking people who understand how important it is to win these races to contribute today."
How much, then? Fifty bucks, in this case. Still, the underlying assumptions behind this email seemed odd, since the Republicans had already won the Senate, and the House of Representatives' overall makeup remained uncertain, though still tilted towards the GOP. All of which naturally begs the question, "How much bang will those 50 bucks buy?" Not much, it seems, unless you're a sucker for knife-edged stalemate.
Donald Trump is on a mission to bring our country back to a time when we had fewer rights and freedoms than we do today. He is going on a hiring spree appointing loyalists who will do his bidding like RFK Jr.
If everyone reading this message donated even $10, we would not only have a huge number of donations, but we would have the resources to begin holding Trump accountable.
Like Team Harris's blizzard of fundraising pitches, VNP's morning-after email (11/7/24) starts off on the same unintentional note of understatement:
"I’ll start by saying that the results from Tuesday's election certainly were not what many of us who champion democracy would have hoped for."
Hmm. Really? In any event, VNP also doesn't believe in letting the grass grow under its feet, as the next two paragraphs make plain:
"We are happy to have helped secure wins for Michigan Supreme Court candidates Kimberly Thomas and Kyra Harris-Bolden. But still, the presidential results and the loss of the pro-voter majority in the Michigan House of Representatives are casting a heavy shadow.
"There will be a lot of analysis in the coming days, weeks, and months, but one thing that’s clear is that democracy is going to need defending, and that's what we do best."
The closing paragraph of the next email, blasted out two days later, is even less subtle, if you consider the self-serving nature of the pitch: "If you're looking for a place to channel your activism right now, please consider making a contribution to our people-powered movement that is working to defend democracy from election deniers and the dangerous promises made in Project 2025."
Still, re-electing Harris-Bolden and Thomas is a big win against the not-so-shadowy, far right interests who hoped to unseat them. As a result, Michigan voters have suffered far less, compared to other Democratic-led states that lack high court majorities. (Ask Wisconsin's Governor Tony Evers how well that situation works for him.)
And yes, losing the House majority isn't ideal, but at least our high court will likely check whatever power grabs the Republicans dream up. We'll see how much of their originalist fever holds, once those losses start coming to them. The moral of the story? If you show up and vote, you've still got a chance. If you stay home, next time, you may not be so lucky.
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Take II: The Reckoner
“No space of regret can make amends
for one life's opportunity misused...”
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That's because, first and foremost, politics is a relationship business. The best -- and worst -- politicos instinctively grasp this principle, when it comes to getting things done. We're all more likely to go the limit for someone who's demonstrated the same quality, even if it's only symbolically. Makes sense, right?
Not surprisingly, it's a development that's generated tidal waves of ill will within Democratic Party circles. Democratic megadonor John Morgan's widely quoted statement probably ranks among the more printable responses: "I think this disqualifies her forever. If you can't run a campaign, you can't run America." Naturally, Team Harris disputes the estimate, though it's yielded one net positive -- by the first week in December, all the email begging had finally stopped.
The moral? It's not how much you spend, but where you spend it, that matters. As much as Harris hoped to distance herself from memories of Hillary Clinton's losing run in 2016, both campaigns shared two ironic qualities in common -- a fetish for high-gloss. feelgood-type events, coupled with a heavy reliance on traditional media, and paid advertising.
All the emphasis on aging superstars -- from Beyonce, to The Boss, and beyond -- proved no match for the GOP's noise machine. Unless you count Bluesky, and MSNBC, there is no obvious Democratic counterweight to the likes of FOX News, Joe Rogan, and a social disinformation space that never rests. Without one, the climb back to contention will prove painful, prolonged, and difficult -- especially when donors remain so stuck on Star Trek-style social engineering schemes.
I remember all the rhapsodies that accompanied this strategic shift -- about the "information economy," and all those "wired workers" who couldn't help but prosper, because they were going to be so busy "connecting," and "sharing," who'd ever have time for anything else?
How anybody would ever earn any money -- because all this "sharing" was supposed to happen for free, remember -- seemed elusive, but looking back, it made all those debt-raddled slacker kids feel like big shots. And if it's that what it took to fool them, then that was enough.
Little did we know, of course -- or should I say, little did the Democratic Party leaders of the time care, from Senator Charles Schumer, to former House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, and her sidekick, James Clyburn (imagine a more lethally careerist Sancho Panza, to an OTT Don Quixote) -- that these tech bros turned out to be feral turds, whose deeply-held beliefs seem slightly inclined to the right of Attila the Hun, Adolf Hitler, and Louis XIV, combined.
And guess what? Their every waking moments are driven by two of man's most malignant impulses. First, to squeeze as much money from as many as possible, in as short a time as possible. Second, bending the world to their will, by any means necessary, to coin a phrase In polite circles, it's called the march of progress; in less polite ones, psychopathy. LIke great white sharks, they show an alarming lack of interest in sleep.
Point #1: A relationship based solely on how much money some-entity-or other hopes to extract from you, isn't one that's built to last.
Point #2: When the rank and file suggest, "We really would appreciate something/someone else than the ding-dong nominees/policies you're serving up," it pays to heed the popular outcry.
Point #4: Those who don't learn from the past are condemned to repeat it. Those who don't read the room are doomed to play empty houses.
But this is the trouble with friends, as I've already suggested. What will you do with them, once you have them? And, assuming they turn up, how well does the Democratic hierarchy read the room? We'll know, soon enough. -- The Reckoner
PS I know this essay is long enough already, but I just happened to stumble across a couple of observations from James Zogby, a longtime DNC member who's critical of its practices. His recent comments, aired on "Breaking Points," make the case for the prosecution quite well:
"I grew up, my mom was a precinct captain and I used to go door to door with her, and go to Ward meetings, and on Election Day we'd get poll cards and we'd go to the polls and pass them out. You belonged to something, and you felt like this was part of who you were. "That's no longer the case. Being a member of the Democratic Party means nothing more than: I'm on a email list, I'm on a text message list, I'm on a hard mail list, I'm on a phone list, and I get asked for money. Nobody asks my opinion. There is no way to record your feeling about an issue." Well-said, and well-stated, but evidently, not enough to force failures who fell upwards in previous administrations to start clearing their throats, and insist that they've earned the promotion -- such as Rahm Emanuel, Obama's former chief of staff, the same strategic genius who notoriously insisted, "I don't give a f#uck about filling federal judgeships." We all know who did, and how that movie played out, and how well it worked for the Democrats, right? I'm not sure if Rahm's trial balloon is terribly serious, as the smart money seems to be on Wisconsin party chair Ben Wikler, the only candidate to earn a major nod -- in this case, Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer -- in the run-up to next month's DNC leadership election. We'll see soon enough, I suppose, how much they've learned from their recent misfortunes. PPS (UPDATE: 1/14/25): Or, maybe I spoke too soon. Look what arrived in my mailbox, yesterday, and it's from -- you guessed it -- the "Harris Fight Fund":
"Last Monday afternoon, I did what I have done my entire career—honor the oath to support and defend the Constitution of the United States. That includes ensuring the people of America have their votes counted, that those votes mattered, and that they determined the outcome of an election.
"America's democracy is only as strong as our willingness to fight for it.
"Every single person. That includes me, and you.
"And today, I am asking you to stay in that fight, and to do something important — especially as Republicans take control of Congress and in less than one week, the White House.
"Please make a contribution to the Democratic National Committee. Give $5, $50...whatever you can afford. A strong Democratic Party has never been more important than it is right now -- and that's only possible together."
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