Five months from now, on Tuesday, November 6, we Democrats will have what may be our one and only chance to slow down the runaway Trump train. Maybe even — and this is just a “maybe” — stop him dead in his tracks. It could happen. It should happen. But will it?
Living in the real world as I do most of the time, I’m frantic, I’m worried, I’m hyped, I’m scared. Some days I’m beside myself with anxiety. Most of it comes from the awful realization that Trump is still president and the GOP is still pretending everything is hunky dory, but much of it comes from the Democrats and their wistful insistence that TrumpCo is so bad it can’t possibly go on much longer.
I’m a life-long Democrat, but whenever I’m wistful it’s because I’m longing for the good old days, when Dems were primarily the protectors of the poor and disenfranchised, the champions of the working class, the supporters of unions, the caretakers of our lands, and the nemeses of the power brokers.
The people who took on those tasks weren’t wimps, they were fighters. Fierce fighters who knew their missions were the right ones and didn’t veer from their convictions. Sometimes they won the battle, sometimes they lost, but we always knew where they stood. They stood with us.
The Democrats spent decades, starting with the Great Depression in the 1930s, working to better the lives of the lower and middle classes, while the other party, the Republicans, didn’t. Every social advance came from the Democrats, against a predictable onslaught of opposition from the Republicans. And it goes on. So how is it that the Republicans now OWN us, and are — true to form — working against us? How is it that the Republicans are winning?
I’m no expert but I submit the Republicans are winning because the Democrats are losing. And the Democrats are losing because they’ve lost touch with the very people they traditionally fought for. If people think you’re not fighting for them, they’re going to look somewhere else for help. Even the people who brag about pulling themselves up by their non-existent bootstraps want to see strength and purpose in their leaders.
Strength and purpose, as we’ve seen, can work against them — it’s what every bully has going for him — but they’ll take it over the pathetic bleatings of even the most goodhearted wimps.
We should know that by now, yet over on Twitter our Democratic leaders spend a lot of time warning us about what Trump and the Republicans are doing, making it seem as if it’s OUR problem and not THEIR problem. Last I looked, we elected them to be the leaders. We chose them and we’re paying them far more than most of us make. We expect them to work at taking care of this.
I want our Democratic leaders to get over their inferiority complexes, their need to mind their manners, and get fierce. FIERCE. Instead of hiding behind that hill over there, lobbing threats, they need to put on their battle gear and go headlong into the front lines.
They remind me of the commercial where robbers take over a bank and the guy telling the customers they’re being robbed isn’t there to help them, he’s only there to tell them a bank robbery is in progress.
This current American regime is so corrupt our mouths hang open 24 hours a day. Our hearts race, our blood pressure rises, and those sputtering variations of WTF, our reactions to everything coming out of the White House, are beginning to sound canned.
And the Democrats wring their hands and shake their fists and wail along with us.
Trump, no secret, disdains the work that goes along with being president, but he’s crazy about his role as Grand High Poobah. His performances are comedic nightmares, black with bile, but it’s the crowds he’s after. He puffs, they cheer, he drinks in the star power.
His ignorance is astounding, his every Twitterance is maddening, his love affair with Russia is dark and dangerous; his followers, including all but a handful of Republicans in congress, are deliberately oblivious…
and still the Democrats have to worry about winning elections.
The Democrats should never have to worry about winning elections. The Democrats are US. The Republicans are THEM.
So my message to my party is this: Democrats, get fierce! This battle is worth fighting. Don’t be distracted by mosquitos buzzing around your ears. There be dragons out there. Swords at the ready. Attack!
I mean it!
(Note: This isn’t the first time I’ve had to say this. I challenged my Dem family in October, 2014, showing them the error of their ways. Long before Trump. Did they listen? Well, not to me. But you’ll notice I don’t give up. You shouldn’t, either. Winning this time isn’t an option. Our lives really do depend on it.)