With only the DC primary left to go, Senator Sanders brought his admirable and necessary state-by-state campaign to the nation’s capital.
There haven’t been too many real interviews with Bernie Sanders this election season. Outside of his regular appearances with Thom Hartmann on their long-standing “Brunch with Bernie” series, when the MSM do deign to have him on, at around a hundredth of the time allotted to a certain real estate mogul and reality TV star, he’s either constantly marginalized or asked an endless stream of questions about Trump and Clinton, the two world famous candidates who fuel the networks’ ratings, instead of allowed to have serious policy discussions.
So it was a pleasure to see him appear on The Young Turks program the other day, even if the questions didn’t often stray from the current state of the race. I wish he could have stayed for an hour. Neither Cenk, nor the rest of us, would have minded at all.
Sanders hit a big trifecta this weekend, winning in Washington, Alaska and Hawaii by enormous margins, making it five contests in a row now where he’s won almost every single county precinct in those elections.
Surviving the food is easy. Surviving your relatives’ inane political discourse without reaching across the table and grabbing them by the lapels is a study in patience. Keep a copy of “Hello” handy.
Noted commentator, author and reporter Chris Hedges weighs in on the exploitative tenets of unregulated capitalism, the pushback from the titans of wealth from the New Deal through today, and the deterioration of the media, labor rights and an empowered citizenry. Speaking here from Portland, Maine, in June of 2014.
“…the Liberal class was never designed to be the Left. The Liberal class was designed to be a safety valve; [for] when capitalism breaks down…”
Fifty more Senators like that please. Er, sixty; no one’s going to get anything done in the future without sixty.
Bring up the historic levels of wealth disparity in this country and all of the sudden you’re accused by the ‘psychophants’ and water-carriers of waging class warfare.
How about that people are finally making commonsense observations about how democracy and rule “of, by and for the people” has been subverted by an oligarchic rule. Just by starting a discussion, you rub up against their indoctrinated misbeliefs, set off their shriek monkey alarms and are accused of starting a war.
A war that they themselves have been unwittingly fighting on behalf of people who disdain them. A war that has been going on for over thirty years in broad daylight, but one which they themselves refuse to acknowledge even exists. The real outrage should be directed at the widening wealth disparity, not at the people who are finally noticing it.
Just because there’s no tanks and bombs, no news coverage and no formal declarations, don’t think it isn’t war. It is. It’s unbridled class warfare; and you, your neighbors, your co-workers and your fellow citizens, along with the planet itself, is under attack. Remaining silent, claiming ignorance or simply not wishing to ‘rock the boat’ is simply acquiescing.
Here’s Thom Hartmann on “Billionaires vs “We the People.”
The 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington
Today I walked with thousands of people from all over the country along a route filled with historical landmarks and present-day reminders of economic, racial and systemic injustice; -thinking of how far we’ve come, and how far we have to go. It was fifty years later, to the day, of the March on Washington in 1963. The main stretch of the 1.6 mile route took us down Constitution Avenue past the Dept. of Labor, the U.S. Courthouse, the Federal Trade Commission and the Dept. of (what passes for) Justice.
At the head of the march was a group of students from the Washington Dupont Park Adventist School. It must have been quite an extraordinary day for them. Perhaps some of them will attend the one fifty years from now, much like the people they were marching right in front of. For, walking behind them, and perhaps just a tad slower than they had in 1963, was a line of seniors, arms linked, who had all been to the original march fifty years ago as children, college students, young adults and organizers. They braved the stormy skies and once again commanded Constitution Avenue; there for each other, there for those who could not be there. There for those who would come after. A sea of umbrellas and conversations followed, as the numbers packed the westbound lanes and spilled across the sidewalks.