Friday, July 29, 2016

The Potemkin Candidacy

     When filming Cinderella Man, the movie about James J. Braddock starring Russell Crowe, the filmmakers were faced with a problem- they'd already torn through most of their budget and there was still the final fight scene between Braddock and Max Baer to film. And that required a crowd.
     Unable to hire extras, they came up with an ingenious solution- They had inflatable mannequins made, installed them in the seats then filmed stock footage of them. They then vectorized the dummy images, multiplied and spliced them into the finished product then did quick cutaways so no one would know they were actually looking at rubber mannequins full of hot air. It's all in the special features section of the DVD. Go check it out, if you don't believe me.
     This is essentially what the DNC did last night at the frenzied climax of their Clinton orgy. The only difference was they used paid actors, perhaps even getting their shills from the same casting company Trump used ("I can prolly getcha a discount, since ya went to my latest weddin' an' all, I dunno...") the day he announced his candidacy June 16th of last year.
     So, sure, the DNC didn't use artificial humans full of hot air but they might as well have. And if I know my alleged readership as well as I think I do, even if you had seen the post below this one, I'm willing to bet you didn't click on the video's play button. So I'll give you the abstracts:
     By early last night, many of the state delegations were prepared to take their seats and found a rude surprise awaiting them- Countless thousands, literally thousands, of their seats had plastered on the backs "Reserved" signs. Essentially, the democratically-elected delegates, especially the ones who were Sanders delegates (Yes, they were identified and targeted by the DNC) were pushed out in favor of shills, paid actors who, in defiance of DNC rules, didn't have lanyards, let alone the credentials they needed to be on the floor. All that was missing was the Sanders delegates being shoved into a soccer stadium then machine gunned to death as we saw in Chile with Pinochet in '73.
     If you did what I'd asked you and played the video below, you also would've noted that for the first time during the convention, these suspicious-looking Kroger's white board things were bracketed just above what used to be the California delegation's seats. These were actually white noise machines specifically designed to suppress any protests from the Sanders' delegates. Elsewhere in the PA Convention Center, Sanders delegates were bullied and harassed by Hillarybots who were telling them to go back to where they came from. In case there were any noncompliant comrades, security and floor whips (whose presence had significantly increased by Day Four) were there to ensure the new rules, which had to be planned months in advance, were being enforced and obeyed.
     The intent behind this is clear: Between the Sanders delegates leaving the convention early and literally walking away from the Democratic Party and those who'd been literally muscled out of the seats that they'd been elected and had paid good money to fill, the DNC had a big problem akin to those filmmakers who made Cinderella Man- Empty seats. What you can't count on from the MSM and even some trusted bloggers to tell you is that by the time Slick Willie took the stage to vicariously live through his wife's historic theft of the nomination, he was addressing a mostly empty house. It was the final day of Woodstock for ugly people, with their version of Jimi Hendrix playing to a fraction of the crowd of the three previous days.
     That means that when the Democratic mafia heavy hitters came up to speak on the third and fourth days, they were essentially preaching to a choir and paid actors who were instructed to scream (somehow, over the white noise machines) and hold up signs placed in their hands by DNC goons to hide as many Bernie supporters and their signage as possible.
     And while I refused to listen to even a single syllable of the speeches of either Clinton, Biden, Obama, etc (especially as two of the speakers were Republican, for fuck's sake), I know how to read and I know how to appraise what I read. The Rude Pundit in his hideyhole in Ireland be Goddamned, I'm going to need a better reason to vote for a Wall Street whore like Hillary Clinton than, "Donald Trump is horrible."
     And that's essentially all Obama, Biden, etc could say and I'm sure that's all Hillary said when she mentioned Trump's name 22 times- "I'm not Trump. I'm not as horrible as him."
     And I don't listen to these speeches anymore because they inevitably do two things- bash the other guy and tout a record by trotting out falsehoods, massaged numbers and statistics and half truths. Long forgotten were those words that have been yipping at Hillary's expensive heels like an irritating chihuahua- "She'll say anything to get elected." That sound familiar? That's because Obama said that of her on the campaign trail eight years ago.
     And what the MSM also didn't show you was this wonderful bit of amateur signage hanging just above Joe Biden's hair plugs:

     This is why technical directors love tight shots, people, so you don't see shit like this and empty seats from disgusted Democratic delegates.
     And, should anyone take a picture and try to put it on the internet, the fascist cunts that run Facebook and Twitter will suspend and censor the account of anyone who has the temerity to put it up, such as the image above.
     This was the year the Democratic Party could no longer resist the call of the wild and finally gave a giant, red, white and blue, 100 story-high foam rubber middle finger to the American electorate who wouldn't toe the line and fall in line with their diktats. At no time did we hear during this tightly-controlled convention even a mention of, let alone an apology for, the Wikileaks and Guccifer 2.0 disclosures, the twin 800 ton elephants in the convention center. It was, collectively speaking, akin to seeing Carrie White, drenched in pig's blood, still fully expecting to be nominated the prom queen even as she's burning the gymnasium down and killing people.
     The entire Potemkin candidacy of Hillary Clinton has been bottomless in its superficiality, with its dirty tricks so commonplace duped Hillarybots have been led to believe they were all conspiracy theories cooked up by foaming-at-the-mouth Bernie bros. And, yes, even after they were proven to be all true and then some. In no time in my 57 years on this planet had a Democratic candidate and nominee for president begun the last leg of the election under so many clouds of scandal and so much loathing from such a significant percentage of the party's electorate all the way up to its delegates (also strenuously ignored and unacknowledged, making a third 800 ton elephant). When the consensus isn't there, suppress as much dissent as possible and manufacture it. Josef Stalin must be beaming with pride as he lies next to Lenin in Red Square.
     And the new right wing that supports her, both those who are avowed Clinton Republicans and those who arrogantly and bitterly refuse and reject the label, are so blind to this woman's endless misdeeds that they've been brainwashed into believing they're all lies advanced by sexists or just an example of "getting things done." Corruption, in Camp Clinton, has actually been synonymized with pragmatism.
     Trump is an idiot who, if elected, and it's looking likelier he will, if the latest polls are to be believed, will be like a chimp with a machine gun. Clinton will be infinitely more dangerous because she's devious, cunning and crafty and no Middle Easterner will be safe from this warhawk psychopath who will gladly inherit Obama's drone strike and assassination program and do with it whatever will satisfy the dictators that have done so well by the fake Clinton Foundation and Initiative. Based on the damage this woman can do as President, one almost hopes Trump does win so we can see a reprise on Election Night of the downcast faces of Romney and his supporters of four years ago.
     So, sorry guys but I won't do it. Once again, I'll vote Jill Stein in her pathetically Quixotic quest for the presidency. I am tired of opting for the smaller monster under the bed to keep the bigger monster in the closet. And I'm tired of an increasingly fascist and nasty and corrupt Democratic Party putting me, and us, in the same fucking position every four years.

Paid Asses in Seats is Not Consensus

     I'll just put this up without comment. It was sent to me last night from faithful reader CC (Original page is here). I strongly urge you to watch the entire video from the last night of the "Democratic" convention.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

The Call

(By American Zen's @mikeflannigan59, on loan from Ari)
 35,000 feet above, appropriately, the Jersey pine barrens---
"Mike? Where are you?"
     "I'm on my way home, Ari. I just left Philly. I should be at Logan in a few hours."
     "Wha--? The convention's only half over!"
     "No, Ari, it is over. O-V-A, ov-ah."
     "Uh uh. Not according to my calendar."
     "Ari, look. There's nothing left to write about. Yesterday, 2838 of the stupidest people on the planet just nominated for President a person dogged by more scandals than the Nixon and Harding White Houses combined."
     "Oh, don't tell me you're all butt-hurt about Clinton's nomination. C'mon, Mike, you're a journalist, for fuck's sake. You're supposed to be objective."
     "Ari, that's not the kind of journalism you hired me over 20 years ago to write and you know that. But last night..."
     "Last night what?"
     "Last night just took the wind out of our sails. The Democratic Party's finally grown up, boss- They learned from Republicans how to steal a presidential election."
     "Mike, deal with it. The delegates made their choice. That's called democracy."
     "No, Ari, that's called a coronation. The headline of today's New York Times should read, 'Wealthy Dowager Finally Comes into Inheritance, Peasants Rejoice.'"
     "Mike, what happened last night is the way we've been doing politics since 1824."
     "Yeah, especially during the heyday of Tammany Hall. You want to know what I saw on the floor just last night?"
     "That'd be nice since you didn't think enough of me to send some copy."
     "OK, lemme start by what I didn't see on the convention floor- The delegate roll call vote. Since when the fuck is that ever held during a breakfast, behind closed doors? And I heard several people say the machine Democrats were deliberately giving the Sanders delegates the wrong time and place.
     "Here's something else I didn't see from the floor- Nina Turner. You know why? Because those selfsame machine Democrats barred her from introducing Bernie Sanders. It was like Stalinist Russia, Ari, and all the dissidents needed were a blindfold and a last cigarette."
     "Don't you think you're resorting to hyperbole?"
     "Listen, boss- I personally saw a Sanders delegate asked to put down her sign. Some DNC goon told her that signs weren't allowed on the convention floor. There were more signs there than at a WWE event. Then he threatened to take away her delegate credentials. I hadn't seen her again. She's probably at a Siberian gulag pick-axing scree right now."
     "What else did you see since you don't write any more and like phoning it in?"
     "I can't get any corroboration for this since the press wasn't allowed in to the delegate roll call count. Christ, whoever heard of such a thing? Dick Cheney's energy task force meeting was more transparent."
     "Mike, what did you hear?"
     "I heard from some of the delegates afterward that Sanders actually won the roll call count. Again, I can't confirm it so I can't even write about it."
     "You better not unless you can triple source it."
     "Ari, with all the other shit going on, with Wasserman Schultz getting booted off the stage and replaced by another DNC crony, the Wikileaks data dump, the allegations of stolen election results, Cleveland was a smoothly-running, well-oiled machine by comparison. Last night was the moment the Democratic National Committee served divorce papers to the progressive wing."
     "Well, Mike, corruption during a convention is still news. Would you consider flying back to Philly after you land at Logan?"
     "Not a chance, boss. Sorry. Look, I know you're the guy who signs my checks but there's only so much you can ask of a man."
      "If you think you're bad off, think of poor Bernie Sanders and what they made him do."
     "Yeah, it was kind of like watching Comrade Rutherford confessing to crimes he didn't commit and pledging fealty to Big Brother just before they shot him behind the ear."
     "Alright, Mike, exaggeration won't get us anywhere. We still have copy to put out on the online edition. Do you at least have anything in the can besides a handful of stupid tweets?"
     "No, I put those on Pottersville. Crawford's too disgusted to write anything, either. I'll have something, don't worry."
     "OK, you realize you're speaking in future tense, right? As if you don't have something in the can."
     "I'll have something for you by the time I land in Boston, don't worry. Yes, miss, I'll take another Bushmill's."
     "You're drinking whiskey? You don't drink whiskey."
     "After last night, I do now."
     "Mike?"
     "Yeah?"
     "Is it really getting that tough for you, doing these conventions?"
     "Not nearly as tough as watching the events unfold, watching the Democrats, especially, eating their own and treating those who don't agree with the elite as political dissidents. What happened last night almost made me nostalgic for Chicago in '68."
     "I was there with Hoffman and the Yippies. That was when I ripped up my draft card and pissed on the flaming pieces."
     "I heard your prostate issues won't allow you to do that, anymore."
     "You're a real prick, Flannigan, you know that?"
     "Boy, I can just imagine Hillary's inauguration now: 'Do you solemnly swear to defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic?' 'Uh, on the advice of counsel, Mr. Chief Justice, I'll have to take the 5th...' She'll be the first President to deliver her inaugural address with a lawyer standing next to her."
     "Goodbye, Mike. Have a safe trip."
     "I'll say one thing- I looked up at Bernie Sanders' face the moment Hillary clinched the nomination."
     "And...?"
     "He looked like, I don't know... he looked like a man recognizing his own martyrdom for the first time and accepting it with grace."

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

And so it begins...

     The fucking monsters won again tonight in a corporate and lobbyist-backed convention that just nominated a multimillionaire who pledges for the next few months to get big money out of politics.

Promises to Keep

     About the only promise Hillary Clinton has made in her whole life that's got a chance of coming true is her unspoken mantra of, "I'm not Trump." And even that's veracious only in the most general and abstract of ways. Beyond that, I'd run my hand under the tap and check for myself if Clinton announced that water was wet.
     One of the many, many unspoken narratives during this convention, indeed this entire shambles of an election cycle, is that Hillary Clinton owes a lot of people. And by "people", I don't mean those artificial collective entities known as Wall Street banks and corporations. We all know how much she owes them for their unstinting and freakishly generous support made possible by, ironically, the SCOTUS's Citizen's United ruling. We all know Hillary Clinton's in more pockets than 1964 nickels. The only thing dividing those at the DNC convention is whether or not you care.
     No, I'm talking about the Sanders delegates who were promised quite a few things by Clinton in her never-ending quest for cheap, easy, momentary and wholly disingenuous populism in exchange for their short-term support. Those who've believed the bullshit and have been cowed by Tammany Hall 2.0 and the air of inevitability are what I call "Fair Weather Berners."
     These concessions and promises were only grudgingly made when Clinton realized she wasn't getting as much right wing support as she'd counted on (Billionaires like Bloomberg and the Kochs notwithstanding), Clinton was savvy enough to know that, going into the convention, she did not have the number of delegates to win the nomination and, as Barack Obama said of her eight years ago, "she will say anything to get elected."
     But there's the much greater number of us embittered clingers and hangers on who are rightly enraged that the primary, caucus and nomination process has been bowdlerized to the point of parody. That would be those of us who were sneered at by crooks like Debbie Wasserman Schultz and called "conspiracy theorists" for daring to suggest the MSM were managed and told what to say and not say and that the DNC was all in for Clinton, that the primaries and caucuses were rigged and that election fraud was rampant. That Bernie was hamstrung at every opportunity and in virtually every way.
     We're watching her, too, just as surely as Teabaggers watch the psychopaths they help put into office. And teabaggers are a merciless sort. In one of his first votes as a new senator, Scott Brown sided with the Democrats on an issue and the tricorner hat-wearing psychos who put him in the Senate were immediately calling for impeachment and for him to be primaried.
     Scott Brown was a senator for less than a two and a half years. Enter Elizabeth Warren.
     While we shouldn't be as reactionary as the most mentally and emotionally unstable elements of our society, we could take a lesson from the unforgiving Teabaggers and be just as stringent in our expectations from our leaders. And this segues into what I mean when I speak of unspoken narratives.
     What the diehard Bernie faction essentially is is something between a mere moment and an actual movement: Right now in our evolution, we're a loosely-connected watchdog group, dogging Clinton's every step and parsing her every word. We are that part of the 99% (or perhaps the 43% to whom Romney had derisively referred at a GOP fundraiser in 2012) who are tired of being preached to, sneered at, vilified and insulted by having our votes and the entire electoral process stolen from us by machine Democrats who are more crooked than an ebola cell.
     Those of us who are smart and aware enough to know what's going on know that, exactly like the Republicans, the scumbags that run the party (and the DNC email leak proves Wasserman Schultz is just the tip of the iceberg that will surely crack up and sink this ship of state) hold in utter contempt anyone who gets in their way or openly criticizes them.
     To show their complete lack of transparency, refer to my tweet from last night showing a Facebook post bringing us the news the delegate roll call vote would be done behind closed doors at a breakfast today instead of on the floor. They will, however, magnanimously announce the results on the floor later tonight. If Trump's speeches are inspired by Hitler then the DNC's warped idea of democracy must be inspired by Stalin.
     And I have to give the Devil his due: The teabaggers are certainly politically engaged and we are finally learning that lesson on our side of the tracks. Clinton will in all likelihood crowned The Queen Apparent at the convention tonight but it will not be the end of the revolution that Bernie's been calling for. And we will be dogging her every step if, God forbid, she actually gets elected President.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Live-tweeting the Death of Democracy












     (At this point, Twitter censored me yet again, forcing me to switch to my one remaining account.)

All Things Considered, I'd Rather Not Be in Philadelphia

(By American Zen's @mikeflannigan59, on loan from Ari)
 Pennsylvania Convention Center, PA---
I admit it, I'm getting too old for this shit. No, it's not so much the air travel and living out of a suitcase every four years. It's the sensation that with every quadrennial national party convention I go to, I get this uneasy sense that that things are worse than they were four years ago.
     The 2016 Democratic Convention unofficially kicked off yesterday with a sound vaguely akin to a starter not quite engaging and the teeth grinding. The double whammy of the Guccifer 2.0 (that implicated Nancy Pelosi, who's already been booed today) and the Wikipedia #DNCleaks, as it's known on Twitter, were too much for even snarling, delusional crooks like Debbie Wasserman Schultz and the Sopranos leadership of the DNC to ignore. Schultz was swiftly demoted to strictly gavel duty, her spot as Chairperson of the convention hastily given to her heir apparent, nonentity Marcia Fudge of Ohio. An hour or two later, as I'd predicted, Schultz announced she was resigning as chair of the DNC after the convention.
     Seemingly seconds after that, the Clinton junta announced they'd hired Schultz to be the "honorary" chair of Clinton's campaign, marking Debbie Wasserman Schultz's coming out party (as if her political orientation was ever held in serious doubt). And the entire party is so corrupt and so in the tank for Hillary, the person they temporarily replaced her as DNC Chair, Obama and Clinton head cheerleader, Donna Brazile, was also implicated in the Wikileaks data dump, resulting in her working for free for CNN (reports originally stated she was booted from the network during the convention, as they should have).
     If the Democratic National Committee was smart, they'd keep Schultz in the attic of the PA Convention Center, if it has one, and relegate her to Phantom of the Opera status. To show how clueless she is, this morning she had the nerve to show her face at the Florida delegation breakfast and was roundly booed. And it wasn't even the first time today- She also got booed when she gaveled the convention open. It probably hasn't been lost on the delegates that Wasserman Schultz still has official duties at the DNC convention, is still the DNC Chairperson yet is now officially working for the Clinton campaign.
     This is one of the reasons why I walked into the convention center this afternoon with a sense of dread and that things have gotten worse since four years ago during this glorious back half of the Age of Obama: Conflict of interest and recognizing the appearance of impropriety are now merely quaint notions of a bygone age.

She Had One Job...
     In a rare foray into meme-making (which got a "like" from Rosario Dawson on Twitter. Aw shucks), I hit the nail on the head while getting to the heart of the matter. Schultz's astoundingly rapid fall from grace (sinecure or no) was almost pre-ordained as if it was something out of a Greek tragedy, with well-informed and well-aware Bernie supporters providing the Greek chorus.
     A party leader's primary remit, whether Democratic or Republican, is to unify that party regardless of how unpopular or controversial a presumptive presidential nominee. Schultz did the exact opposite with divisive and perhaps even illegal tactics that were hardly more publicly civil than they were in the leaked emails in which she called Sanders campaign chair Jeff Weaver "scummy" and "an ass."
     One cannot escape the realization that with every initiative Wasserman Schultz had taken whether it be changing rules, installing members for the three important committees determining the tone and direction of the party's convention or scheduling debates, 100% of the results always benefited Hillary Clinton, whom DWS had served as campaign co-chair in 2008. 
     The conspiracy theory of the Sanders campaign illegally accessing a voter data base was just that, a discredited conspiracy theory. Even at the state level (especially the now-notorious Democratic imbroglio in Nevada), rules were abruptly changed while voice votes were ignored, lies spread about violence in the Sanders delegation, delegates getting ignored and stripped of credentials and other crimes too multitudinous to enumerate.
     Then there was a plainly illegal if not prosecutable scheme to coordinate a joint fund-raising venture that just happened to exclude the Sanders campaign. Wasserman Schultz scheduling a handful of debates near holidays or weekends to ensure lower visibility for Sanders. In short, she'd hamstrung the Sanders campaign and his delegates in every conceivable way and she wasn't even smart enough to be subtle about it. 
     Then, the inevitable happened: In the age of Anonymous, three Guccifers and other hackers, the emails came out. So what did the DNC do about this on the eve of the convention? Apologize to Camp Sanders, put oil on the waters?

The Russians Are Coming, the Russians Are Coming!
     You got it. This accusation could've come screaming out of the sweat-soaked pages of Alex Jones' Prison Planet. It's the fault of the Russians and Donald Trump and Vlad Putin and everyone who's ever said the words vodka or caviar for the DNC leak. On Twitter, Trump publicly ridiculed this conspiracy theory and I hate it when he says something with which I have to agree.
     Yet what the Democratic National Committee, aka Tammany Hall 2.0, fails to address is the still obvious fact that, whether or not Putin was influencing the election to make Trump his puppet, the emails are still genuine and the scandals still very real. Wasserman Schultz was justifiably toppled like Saddam's statue, not once but twice, and is being booed everywhere she goes.
     Still, the Russian conspiracy theory lives on like we're back in 1955 and Joe McCarthy still holding sway. And still Hillary backers are using Trump as this cycle's bogeyman, hoarsely screaming for party unity (In other words, "All ye who enter this convention center, abandon hope and Bernie Sanders and vote for Hillary"). Which, with Hillary's tanking poll numbers against Trump, is like locking every passenger in steerage just as the ship begins to sink. And look how well that worked for the folks onboard the Titanic.
     Hillary backers insist the Republican convention and nomination of Donald J. Trump was a cult of personality but that's only half the story. Trump wound up at the top of the pile because of conservative voters, racist or no, finally growing disillusioned, disenfranchised and disaffected by the Republican Party. As with Schultz, it was such a sudden turn of events for Ted Cruz, former Tea Party darling, being thrust into the grown up table and being forced into the now dysfunctional mainstream Republican Party.
     Democrats should see an object lesson in that but they won't because their brainless, bellowing support of Hillary Clinton, possibly the most spectacularly corrupt politician since Huey Long, makes them insensible to irony. Or a Greek chorus.
     Tonight, the super delegates will at last vote for the candidate of their choice. And while their choice is preordained, it'll still be interesting to see how many super delegates who'd already pledged their votes for Hillary will change to Sanders in light of the party leadership's shake up and proof of its own corrosive corruption.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Out of the Wilderness, a Voice of Clarity

     Granted, this Reddit user may have been a bit misguided at the end, although I share his bitter sentiment that Bernie failed his true test (A quiet change of rules stipulated that the Democratic runner-up had to officially endorse the presumptive nominee or lose all his or her super delegate states). But his appraisal of the "neoDems" is spot on.
     They're like Michael Scott on that ill-fated date on The Office. He's told to look for a brunette wearing a black top and jeans and thinks he sees her in a hot blonde in a dress. Even when faced with a mountain of irrefutable data that's been vetted by network news and proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that Debbie Wasserman Schultz was in the tank for Hillary going back to before Clinton threw her hat in the ring, all they can do is shake their heads as if the uncomfortable, incriminating words will fall out.
     And even if the Russian were the ones behind the Guccifer 2.0 leaks, that still wouldn't make them any the less truthful. The DNC colluded with media who in turn effusively gushed about Hillary while grudgingly paying lip service to the Sanders campaign and treating him as an also-ran even when he was picking up primary and caucus states left and right.
     And instead of addressing the issues proving rampant corruption and collusion between the supposedly impartial DNC, the Clinton campaign, Super PACS, Superdelegates and the media, what do we hear on social media?
     "But, but... Sanders admitted to illegally hacking into the DNC servers to get that voter list!"
     Which is simply not true. The Sanders campaign sued to get those voter lists when Schultz's DNC withheld them and when the Sanders campaign was finally cleared of wrong-doing, only then they turned the spigots and released the names.
     "But... but, Sanders was never a Democrat until now! What about that, huh?"
     Well, Clinton was never a Democrat, either, isn't now nor ever will be. She started out as a Goldwater Girl and will remain one until the Grim Reaper finally claims her.
     You got nuthin', you right wing jackals. You can stare at that burning house and see all the ice cream cones until it turns into a mountain of fucking Ben & Jerry's. That burning house is the shambles you and your super heroes of bipartisanship made of the democracy we once had. It's Constitution Hall in Philly where Democracy will come full circle and gasp its last in the city that birthed it 240 years ago this month.
     You see a champion for Civil Rights whose record goes back to the Kennedy years and see a racist. Meanwhile, you look at a portly racist who'd once aligned herself with a Republican who wanted to repeal the Civil Rights Act and two decades later helped imprison young black men for petty crimes and see in her the Civil Rights champion Bernie Sanders is.
     You listen to the rhetoric and the easy populism of Hillary shadow boxing in a one-sided match with Wall Street and think you hear another great champion who's going to clean up that same Wall Street that had paid her and Slick Willie countless millions over the years and will continue to through that Potemkin charity known as the Clinton Foundation. Meanwhile, Bernie's an unrealistic dreamer.
     You look at her record that proves repressive Middle Eastern regimes who'd given up to $10,000,000 to that same Clinton Foundation and just coincidentally, every fucking time, got an arms deal approved by Secretary of State Clinton and see someone who will do something about ISIS. Like maybe invade Iraq all over again.
     "If you don't vote for Hillary, Trump will win!"
     Yeah, isn't it funny how Tammany Hall 2.0, aka what used to be the Democrat Party, keeps putting us in this mess every four years? They keep fielding Democrats who still can't get out much more than 40% of the electorate even in general election years and every four years default to the fear-mongering and resorting to the politics of fear that morons like you keep falling for every forty eight fucking months.
     "If you don't vote for Gore, Bush will win!"
     "If you don't vote for Kerry, Bush will win again!"
     "If you don't vote for Obama, McCain will win!"
     "If you don't vote for Obama again, Romney will win!"
     "If you don't vote for Hillary..."
     Don't bother, we know the rest of the threadbare, dog-eared spiel by now.
     Listen, Hillarybots, being, unlike you a real liberal, I don't believe in poll taxes or litmus tests. But you people are so fucking stupid, buffalo show more intelligence and cognitive thinking during a stampede. And when I listen to the drivel that comes out of your keyboards on social media, you make me reconsider that litmus test. Surely, there must be some way to make you prove your fitness to vote.
     And I'd be ashamed to call myself a Democrat if I thought for even a minute that you were Democrats, as well. But you are the new right wing, the new undeclared neoliberals who actually think hiking taxes on the rich is bad, actual reform is "dreamy" and unrealistic. You are exactly what I used to see a decade ago when right wingers would look at a dry drunk hillbilly named George W. Bush who couldn't even be counted on to eat a pretzel without adult supervision and saw a great and brilliant statesman.
     You are stupid cunts and I owe you no time, house room or respect. You had your chance to get behind the candidate who actually did stand more than a chance against Trump and went with the crook with the falling numbers and the buddies who will soon be thrown out of office and in prison. And, true to form, when and if Trump wins the Presidency, you'll blame Sanders and his voters and we'll hear Ralph Nader's name over and over again until the fucking Rapture.
     Because, like typical right wingers, you will never blame yourselves for hitching your wagon to Hillary, a power-mad psychopath who literally laughs when talking about the invasions of Iraq or Libya without thinking for a second of the thousands who were killed to those ends.
     You deserve Trump because when you crown Hillary your nominee this Thursday, you will be handing the White House to a guy who really does make George W. Bush look brilliant and statesmanlike by comparison. You, the voters, you the delegates, you the super delegates, it will all be on you when we vote Bernie or Jill on a third ticket.
     Because regardless of who gets in the Oval Office, they won't be just the next President of the United States.
     They'll be the last.

(Update)
     ♪ ♫  ♪ ♫ The Party's over... ♪ ♫  ♪ ♫
     Maybe if she's lucky, they'll let her sweep up the confetti and broken balloons after Bernie gets the nomination.

Debbie Does Dallas But Not Philly

         Wow, that was abrupt! I wonder what brought on that sudden fall from grace? By being "quarantined", as one senior Democrat termed it, Wasserman Schultz is now officially the Typhoid Mary of the new Republican Democratic Party.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

The DNC Has Political Gonorrhea

     One of the signs you have gonorrhea is a leaky discharge from the penis. And when a major political party as controlled by the Democratic National Committee has to weather this many leaks, then it means they have the political version of an STD.
     Today, Wikileaks released over 19,000 emails and 8,000+ attachments, some of them proving pretty conclusively (and Jake Tapper confirmed the emails are real. Like, who the fuck would forge over 19,000 emails?) that the DNC as a whole was in the tank for Hillary long before the first caucus vote was cast in Iowa. They also prove they set out from the gitgo to smear Bernie Sanders' name despite her opposition research team not finding a shred of evidence pointing to a scandal involving Bernie.
    
     I'd also like to watch Hillary's fat face if she ever got cornered by the MSM into answering why Donald Trump made so much money off Hillary's campaign. But she'll never have to, especially with the convention in Philly so close, because the crooked corporate MSM's also been in the tank for her from the beginning.
     Protesters, many of them Bernie supporters, will be barred from entering the convention floor and could be fined just for practicing their First Amendment rights in the city in which democracy was born.
     So it's only fitting that democracy will come full circle in the same city in which it was birthed and have its death knell tolled. The RNC convention was the usual carnival of crazy it's always been and always will be. But those of us naive enough to actually have reasonable expectations and higher standards for the Democrats expect better of the crooks and liars currently flying the banner of the party that will immediately change it out to a white flag and flown for the Republicans.
     People in the DNC have to pay for this and we're not going to be satisfied with pawns being coerced into falling on their swords. I won't be happy with anything less than Debbie Wasserman Schultz and Hillary Clinton going down for this culture of collusion and corruption that currently infects the DNC.

(Update)  In a masterstroke of a dick move, the 187 rules committee members (coincidentally, 187 is a commonly-used police code for murder) not only barred the press but also kicked out Sanders delegates, meaning the iron eagle had landed and the Nazi Party has at last come to Philly.

Another One Star Hit Piece, Another Broken Vow


Writing never came easy to Joseph David Chadwick...
     Months ago, I vowed I'd never again mention Joe Chadwick, aspiring schlockmeister and man of letters. On the last night of the RNC convention, I broke that vow and now I have to break it at least one more time.
     It seems even after I got him a mail order bride, and he, against all reason in the known universe, got himself a so-called literary agent, a so-called six figure contract and a staff position writing for his publisher in Tel Aviv, despite getting a gig with Fandom.com scribbling for other fanboys like him, it seems Joseph David Chadwick, in the words of Brokeback Mountain's Ennis Del Mar, just can't quit me.
     I briefly mentioned a couple of days ago that a bubble had burst in what passes for Chadwick's brain and his stalking of yours truly entered a new cycle. He and his psycho wife Fiona have still been auditing this blog for the latest, trying unsuccessfully to get comments read and posted. But apparently, that wasn't enough so to satisfy their sick, shared obsession with me, they began looking elsewhere.
     So Chadwick, seeing tweets from the new Mike Flannigan accounts I've been posting here, began reaching out to me on one of them through his long since blocked Twitter account and then he harvested a screengrab from a video I'd posted for a Kickstarter campaign nearly five years ago, then set up a separate email address so he could create a separate Twitter account using my likeness.
     Today, I found one more instance proving correct my prediction from last winter when I said Chadwick would write a fake one star hit piece on my newest novel, GODS OF OUR FATHERS. As stated in that post, I know what he's going to do before even he does because his "mind" is so small, petty and predictable, my mind actually contains his.
     So this is the brain turd I found waiting in the review section of my last novel: Do us all a favor and vote this down whether or not it's a verified purchase. His terse, politically-motivated, stalkerish "reviews", in keeping with his intellectual laziness, are one line, not bespeaking of a mind that's even remotely capable of sticking through a 117,000 word book. He's twice put up the same argle bargle "review" of American Zen, which seemed to drive him over the deep end, not that it takes much, and both times Amazon, rightly, removed them as well as from where he'd cross-posted it on Goodreads. Let's maintain that trend.
     And if on the offchance you're one of the people who bought GODS OF OUR FATHERS, please leave a review after voting down Chadwick's idiotic, spiteful, jealous hit piece of an impeccably researched and well-written novel that's plainly beyond his limited abilities to appreciate much less read cover to cover.
     In the meantime, pretty soon I'll begin writing that thriller about twin serial killers/pedophiles who just happened to be named Chadwick and let's see in a year's time what he has to say about that novel.
     Finally, I leave you with this image of the man who's still stalking me from 7000 miles away even at a time in his life when the world, insanely enough, keeps finding new ways to throw itself at his cloven hooves with yet another Joe the Plumber opportunity.
     Every time I see this chilling mugshot of Chadwick and look into those eyes, I can't help but think of that line in The Doors' "Riders on the Storm"
     "His brain is squirming like a toad."
     Indeed, Mr. Morrison, indeed.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Orgasm of Hate Live-Tweeting

(By American Zen's @mikeflannigan59, on loan from Ari)
Quicken Loan Center, Cleveland---
One more night, I keep telling myself, just one more fucking night. Ari better have a reserved parking spot waiting for me the size of fucking Rhode Island. And mental health counseling fully subsidized on my health care plan. And a bottle of Bushmill's. No, a case...




(At this point, I had to co-opt one of my book and writing accounts when Twitter stalked me and shut down all three of my political accounts within hours. Gee, I don't suppose Chadwick stalking me today on Twitter and this censorship is in any way related, could it? Nah.)
(Twitter's just shut down this account, too, making four in all today. This shit's gone too far.)
     To give you an idea of how complete and obsessive this fascist censorship has been tonight, this is what you'd see if you logged on to the analytics pages of all four Twitter accounts that they've censored at someone's behest:




     Note the complete absence of timelines, a sure sign (that and suddenly getting single and low double digit impressions) you're being censored. Apparently someone and their wife in Tel Aviv have got way too much spare time on their hands and just can't shake their obsession with me. And what do all four of these accounts have in common? This blog and I've just showed a certain someone which ones I'm using.
     And they and Twitter are being such cowardly, craven cunts about it, they haven't even got the balls to tell me they're the authors of my ongoing, neverending censorship because right wingers are the ultimate cowards.
     Meanwhile, earlier today when I lodged a complaint about Jailbird Joe Chadwick, Twitter sent me an immediate canned response: In order to process my complaint, they demanded I show them a government-issued photo ID to prove who I am. This is the email to prove what I'm saying:
      The complaint lodged was about an account that began following two of my accounts, @crawfordisms59, a typical puerile Chadwick dick move that an asthmatic high school sophomore would've dreamed up to get back at the high school jock who shoved him into his locker. This parody account used my picture as an avatar which was then stretched into a banner image. In order to get this, Chadwick or his wife would've needed to go to Kickstarter, which hosted my first drive several years ago. That would've meant going deep into their archives, finding my long defunct account, harvesting a screengrab from the video I'd posted, setting up a new email address then setting up this idiotic account in an attempt to be amusing. Which ought to show you the sheer depth and depravity of the obsession these toxic right wing douchebags harbor for me.
     If this is the best Chadwick can do for humor, you can imagine what a barrel of laughs his new stupid ass Poor Man's Mike Nelson book is.
     But seriously? A photo ID? Now, what would that prove? Isn't it enough that I'm already logged into the account from which I lodged the complaint? Why would they demand to have something that contains my home address, my driver's license ID number, date of birth, all that shit?
     Meanwhile, I'm getting censored across the board with complete impunity and somehow I'm doubting the asshole(s) lodging these baseless complaints are being asked for their gov't-issued photo IDs.

Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places

(By American Zen's @mikeflannigan59, on loan from Ari
"You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go go go, oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello. "
-The Beatles, "Hello, Goodbye"
Quicken Loan Center, Cleveland--- 
When our front man Dave got signed to a solo deal in '78, literally leaving us in the dust of a parking lot in Ayer, MA, I could only imagine the culture shock when he went to LA. There he was, a 24 year-old guy from rural central MA getting thrust into the left coast of disco culture in which the locals wore outfits that bordered on the extra-terrestrial, encountering degenerate behavior that went far beyond smoking an occasional joint or having sex with the shades up.
     Now I need imagine no more. These past three days have been an eye-opening experience, even though I am friends (and am sharing a room) with Billy Frazee, a man who'd once drunk a quart of motor oil just before a gig. I am also a veteran of countless conventions of both political stripes. But this year's RNC Convention in Cleveland is shaping up to be the weirdest even for a party that is ingenious at redefining weirdness.
     Acting as carnival barker is Prison Planet's Alex Jones, libertarian lunatic extraordinaire, flying his Surrender Dorothy banner high above the convention center. There are the usual hucksters, con men and harmless morons wearing anachronistic straw boaters and "Hillary For Prison" tee shirts (a sentiment with which I cannot disagree but I fear the Sons & Daughters of Trump are still obsessed with Benghazi and Whitewater) who stand outside and in.
     There's a strange electricity in the air that was not in evidence as in Tampa four years ago or previous editions of the Republican National Convention. Or perhaps it is just the pent-up homosexual energy of horny gay Republicans looking for God knows what before they return home to their long-suffering, waiting Republican wives.
     And last night saw a strange reversal. Lame Duck Senator Ted Cruz personally witnessed the last stage of his evolution from Tea Party Darling to hated mainstream Republican establishmentarian. Essentially, much of the inside of the Quicken Loan Arena turned into Tea Bagger Central in a seeming (though very misleading) consensus for Donald Trump. And essentially, the only thing keeping the hilariously dysfunctional Trump campaign alive is xenophobia, misogyny, racism and a vague promise to put Hillary behind bars.

"Allahu Akbar, Y'all!"
     As it is reported during every GOP convention, gay hookup ads multiply like fruit flies on Craigslist, Grindr and where ever else gay men meet online for discreet encounters. This time around is no different as hypocritical Republicans cheering on the most LGBT-repressive platform of all time are taking to the internet looking for... Well, click on the link provided above. I've already taken enough hits for the team just for being here. Let's just say the official symbol for this convention could just as easily sport a pachyderm standing on something long and straight that isn't a guitar neck.

     And in a misguided attempt at looking for his own love, Ted Cruz told voters not to stay home and vote their conscience (Pretty innocuous and even commonsensical, true?) and somehow managed to implode his unannounced 2020 presidential campaign and pretty much the rest of his political career. How? Well, he failed to honor his vow to endorse Trump. By telling the attendees to "vote your conscience", he was basically telling them to write his name onto their ballots. The uproar was so great enraged Republicans were essentially lunging at Cruz and Ken Cuccinelli (Yes, that Ken Coochi Coochi) was temporarily turned into Kevin Costner in The Bodyguard and had to escort Heidi Cruz off the convention floor (while the ugly mob screamed, "Goldman Sachs!" at her).
     It's a helluva trick to make fellow Texan George W. Bush look urbane, articulate and loved by conspicuous relief but, by the grace of God, somehow Ted Cruz managed it. And yet, despite Cruz unintentionally hoisting himself on his own petard, it was a synecdochal display of rebellion from  mainstream Republicans of which Cruz, whether or not he wants to admit it, is now a part. The Dump Trump movement on Day One of the convention may have been a Quixotic farce doomed from the start but it still served notice that Trump is as loathed and distrusted by his party's voters as Hillary is by hers.
     And yet, there is still a disturbingly large number of voters who overlook Trump's obvious character flaws, epic failures and palpable lies and rah rah sis boom bah him with a manic, brainless viciousness we haven't seen since 1932 Germany. Such elements of the electorate on both sides of the aisle have a horrifying lack of discrimination regarding what the qualifications of a President should be (and it appears as if the ability to ignore countless scandals is among them). The only thing that remains to be seen is how Trump will react to a Twitter DM at three in the morning.

Giving Trump a Hand Up
     As proof the Republican Party is far superior to the Democrat Party in refusing to use the politics of fear in their platform, the RNC featured speakers who weren't actually part of Trump's bloodline who all essentially said the same thing: "Vote for Donald Trump or we all die." Laura Ingraham (above) was one of the earlier speakers and helpfully gave African Americans such as Charles Kinsey a pointer how to raise their arms to police without getting shot (One arm: Good. Two arms: Bad.).
     Before that, Rick Scott reminded America of what a true Marvel Nazi super villain is supposed to look like. Then there was Newt Gingrich who told us we were doomed unless we, yada yada. One of the Trump American Psycho boys took the stage to deliver a hagiography of Daddy only to have the Jumbotron behind him go black, a perfect symbol of Trump's strangely detached, Phantom of the Opera-like presence at the convention.
     Then, as we now know, Cruz did his vocational suicide bombing then something very strange in a night marked by nothing but happened. Mike Pence took the stage at 11, past prime time and was eventually joined by Donald Trump, who then blew an air kiss at Pence.
     While it's unclear why Trump would want to blow a kiss toward a running mate whose flat pie face brings to mind a shaved orangutan is anyone's guess. It would be tempting to go back to the Craigslist story but that would be too pedestrian for Trump. It does, however, bring to mind this disturbing blast from the past:

     And while I dump that nightmare fuel in your brain tank, please kindly remember I will have to endure the final night at the convention, which will undoubtedly be a crescendo of crazy, an orgy of hatred unimagined by Orwell in his Two Minutes Hates. It will be forever wedded to the nauseating smell of flop sweat, bourbon and Tic Tacs that may make necessary my telling Billy to start up his Harley in our room while we go gently into that good night.
     Just kidding. But tonight will no doubt be capped by a slightly elevated version of Trump's usual lazy rallies in which he'll rail about "Crooked Hillary", reveling in the fact his name will be the #1 trending topic on Twitter, with perhaps a bloated live timeline showing in real time how many retweets and favorites he'll get.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

RNC Live-Tweeting


(By American Zen's @mikeflannigan59, on loan from Ari)
Quicken Loan Center, Cleveland--- 
Back in 1894, Stephen Crane devoted an entire article, "Heard on the Street Election Night" in New York City by just walking through the crowd and collecting impressions and snippets of conversation. Here are mine:

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