Gayle Cain mentioned Dem-enter at Saturday’s pre-organization meeting in Cusick, WA. I never have been, never will be aligned with the Republican Party, and since my move to this county last year, want to be in relationship with a local political party that celebrates people in right relationship with our local governments and leadership organizations, little to big.
Right now I feel pulled by disappointments, especially how the elites, the longterm superdelegates (really, any superdelegates), and the state party officials who greased the skids for Hillary with the leavings of our support for Bernie, for some of the wrong reasons. The only thing wrong with Bernie, since we’re not aiming to be a party of my age-mates, is that he’s also one of those Old White Men in Government, a wonderful one who’s got the best hair brand! We convinced ourselves that some of the great things Hillary represents now, what it might mean to our daughters and granddaughters, sisters and aunts, merited a quick breath of denial of those other things she represents. I’m proud of her at times, and I’m aghast at the private email server cum governmental server scheme. Because I’m tired of looking the other way when taking the portrait.
We let the Republicans one-up us by breaking all the stodgy old repetitive rules of who can run how for office, and win. We knew Hillary had, in the old sense, paid her dues in government service by following the old stone paths built by the old white guys with golden whips in their hands, toward her final election run. Bernie showed us potential by living a public life in sync with his private life, refusing to gild anything at the cost of his ethics. But maybe we all knew there was a quivering Democrat platform sliding beneath his candidacy, ready to jerk at the opportune moment, spilling him and flinging her up to the pulpit. I see that platform both candidates signed onto as a low-to-the-water passenger ferryboat piloted by the Superdelegate and Party Official badge holders, you know – the ones who locked up the membership list at opportune times for her. All those top doggies jerked the brake and tipped Bernie into the water at the same time as the state bosses, and her good friend Debbie, guided her to the side railing.
In short, I’m grateful for the years and decades of voluntary public service by people willing to sacrifice time and money and family obligations to educate us, and to facilitate our making our preferences public, but I can’t fathom trying to explain to our youth how the votes of some Democrats are worth more than than the single votes of others. I learned late in life about the Superdelegate system, like with a big sour guttural punch. It’s not fair. Our children know that. Our kids know that. Let’s eliminate that.