by William Skink
Bernie Sanders was punched, kicked, smacked, attacked by corporate media, cheated, smeared, mocked, derided, and yesterday he gave it all up, but not before allowing people in Wisconsin to risk their health to vote for him.
At a time of national distress, when the very policies Bernie has been advocating his whole political life are needed more than ever, he gave up.
Four years ago, during the last presidential cycle, I was booted off 4&20 Blackbirds for calling Bernie Sanders a sheepdog.
It’s painful to realize one has been suckered by scammers and schemers, so most people avoid that realization at all costs. Progressives are especially talented at remaining in denial, dutifully doing their civic duty despite the fact the DNC stated in court they have no legal obligation to follow their own rules:
In a courtroom in South Florida last week, a DNC lawyer said openly that if the party wanted to do things like the old days and pick a candidate over cigars in back rooms, it would be within their legal rights to do so.
“We could have voluntarily decided that, ‘Look, we’re gonna go into back rooms like they used to and smoke cigars and pick the candidate that way,’” Bruce Spiva, lawyer for the DNC, said during a court hearing in Carol Wilding, et al. v. DNC Services Corp., according to court filings exclusively obtained by TYT Politics.
For you progressives who still don’t seem to get how politics works in America, here is a poem I have written to help you understand. Enjoy.
don’t cry for the sheepdog
his herding days are done
they’ve sunk so low with Dementia Joe
it’s like they ate their gun
maybe you didn’t know
viability is a code
so allow me to translate:
it’s how much dirt you hold
the nastiness of these creatures
means all their files are plump
and mutually assured destruction
means they’d all go down with Trump
so Russia, Russia, Russia!
Ukraine, Ukraine, Ukraine!
two criminal syndicates go to war
and drive us all insane
will you wake up now Amerika?
or stay docile while they loot?
is Netflix your pied piper?
is Tiger King your flute?