The Fuckery of Identity Politics
Modernia's love of Yang has suppressed the hell out of Yin
By j Starsinger, Sailor Granny
I am done with this foolish team sport called party politics. I did not like Trump because he was a silly man with poor choices in advisors who was elected by the DCCC’s surreptitious removal of the candidate of choice, Bernie Sanders. I do not like Biden because he is a slimy creepy lying pony dog soldier. I do not like Bernie because he is a coward and a sell out, though I will forgive him if I learn that the Royals confronted his family with ominous threats. I do not approve of Obama’s Wall Street sellout legacy. I did not care for the original village idiot, Bush. I am repulsed by the Clinton’s immorality, deception and obfuscation. I am horrified at Reagan’s initiation of the neocon era. Also, Nixon was the dude who started up the EPA, ended school segregation, signed a nuclear arms deal with forking Russia, and a crook!
No one is perfectly awful or perfectly good.
I am perplexed that in a so-called democracy we allow one person to make choices for 300 million persons and no one bats an eye as we “elect” another king to be that decision maker on our beha, but it’s popular in Modernia. All the countries are doing it.
I could go on trashing jerks and making pretty words, but I want the world be a better place for all it citizens, including the fur, feather and chlorophyll people. I see what you do. I hear what you say. Words are meaningless when formed as promises. They slide from the sideways mouth all too easily. Do not believe words, believe actions. What you are is what you do. That is the real meaning of Karma. That said…
I will not hold my nose to perpetuate a sick failing empire. This is the worst kind of identity politics here in Modernia. I didn’t fully understand what was meant by that term until now. When I first heard someone talk about the far left, I was stunned. What? How can you be too kind or too democratic? After all I am a bleeding heart liberal and proud of it, for a long time.
We are at a moment of truth where the stupid left and the cruel right are pretending to have nothing in common while they are in the sack, getting it on. I honestly cannot subscribe, succumb, or numb my integrity to vote for anyone simply because of a label pinned to a lapel.
Each one of the current labels is the other side of fuckery.
The Democrat party is dead. At least what it used to stand for is dead. The party of the people is now a neocon group of wealthy royals who do not give a fig for any working class, underclass people and only a few of the professional class people; because, they have most of the cookies but they desire every crumb.
These royals use keywords that keep the lower classes in check. Words and phrases like “work hard” “you will be rewarded for your efforts” “create a level playing field” and “your vote counts” have been rendered into meaningless small mouth noises, in the wake of the current Corprocat giveaway. We can all see that our government is a runaway train. We are having trouble with agreeing how to stop it.
Modernia’s doublespeak words and phrases are like our currency – vacuous, empty, not backed by anything. There was a time when your word was your bond. Once upon a time, meaningful words described real events, understood by all. Ah, those were the days! Or has it always been so? Nowadays a few bloviated powerful royals manage to hoodwink a trained populous to work hard for no reward.
Our single-use disposable society throws aways perfectly good plastic containers and perfectly good people. As I write this, 100,000 people are milling about on the streets of Haiti to protest a government coup, probably backed by Oligarchs for reasons unknown to the likes of me. Why don’t we mill about? What is it about Modernia? Is Lone Cowboy Syndrome so virulent that it robbed us of our former solidarity?
The following is the history of Solidarity from The Labor Commission on Racial and Economic Justice
In the last two decades of the 19th century, more than six million workers were involved in 23,000 strikes. Militia, police, federal troops and Pinkerton detectives often beat and shot strikers, who responded with sabotage, pickets, boycotts and attacks on scabs or strikebreakers. Violent battles were a regular occurrence in the coal fields of Colorado, West Virginia and Pennsylvania between 1900 and 1925; in street car strikes between 1895 and 1929; and in major steel strikes in 1909 and 1910. The Triangle Shirt Waist factory fire killed 146 girls in New York City in 1911, and 30,000 women marched for Bread and Roses in 1912. The scale and scope of industrial action was huge. Outside of California, the army of industrial workers striking and fighting in the early 20th century was predominantly white, although ethnically, religiously and politically diverse. This soon would change.
On this note I come to the main theme of this epistle. Centrist Solidarity is a trap. This Blue Solidarity defiles the once noble actions of brave citizens who laid down their lives for a better future. Shame on Blue No Matter Who. The only way to be a better blue is to leave. Demexit.
Fuck the fake solidarity of “Vote blue no matter who!”
It is moral and political suicide. Every time you murder a part of yourself, there is less of you. That is what “Blue Solidarity” tells you to do – to be the lesser you. When you solidly back the enemy, you put the knife in your own back. That is our problem here. Defining the enemy. The Solidarity Myth chips away at the soul from the inside because it forces us to surrender our values. Hold your nose and vote for Joe. So we did. This is not edifying, enlightened or promising. I meant to say hopeful in the previous sentence, but Obama ruined that word for us.
I can understand why my redneck neighbors are itching for a fight. The funny thing is, the worse things get, the better I understand all those wild-eyed conservatives and their crazy gun culture, mostly. They are angry for good reason, but they don’t know the source of their pain.
As for Potus Joe, do not tell me that a man who graduated 76 out of 85 in his class and then bragged that he graduated in the top half, is a honest man. Do not tell me that the man who stole large tracts of speeches from Margaret Thatcher and Neil Kinnock, including the actual gestures made by Kinnock, is a smart man. Do not tell me that the senator from bankster tax haven state, Delaware, is a man of the people. Do not tell me that a man who grabs little girls and holds them tight as they squirm, is a reasonable man. Do not tell me that a man who has failed two out of two previous attempts at this office wants anything but his own redemption. Because if you tell me these things I will be forced to accept that you are deceiving yourself in the same ways that Biden does so easily, with a wide and smarmy smile.
Aw shucks. Now let’s race to the center, shall we? “Where did it go, the center?” He looks across the aisle, “Over there, on the right!”
Solidarity once meant gravitas, “I will die for you.” Solidarity required grit and fearless resolve, both solid humun values, which is the exact reason that the royal powers use it so freely to promote a cause that will keep us shackled to their whims. “Because we didn’t get no good lernin’ in skool.”
We didn’t learn about the populist movements that brought us to our comfortable post war lives. We didn’t honor those who died at the hands of corporate armies. We didn’t learn that our benevolent forefathers were slave owners and misogynists, though I always felt a bit twitchy at that part of the Constitutional Catechism when they say, “All men are created equal.” My neck goes a bit out of shape every time I hear it. A girl twitches now and then. A disincluded twitch.
Just yesterday one of my redneck neighbors spouted out, “Oh yeah the democrats did… blardy blar, and so on.” I was surprised, not certain if he was including me into his red fold or placing me in the blue one, because we have recently been chatting about the yard, over the fence. Or was he challenging my obvious democrat/hippie look, my wild yard, my funny dress. I don’t know for sure!
His point was that Democrats just did something terrible. Democrats do terrible things every day, but what do the apologists do about it? Apologists apologize. Democrats are not any friendlier to regular people, animals, nature, trees or water than their insufferable Republicat Royals.
The Democat/Republicat/Hegemony is a movement made of royal lineages defined by money and blood, in the worst ways. They are the courtiers and kings at the top of the corporate pyramid that used to be a place called America. They have killed America and are insisting that we finish the job by mercy suiciding ourselves. Not only do they not give a shit about us, they often shit upon us.
“When there is plague, we retire to the country.”
Trump is not the worst thing, nor is he the first worst thing. The worst thing is this slow coup perpetrated by neocon policies instigated since John D. Rockefeller and Mr. Ford, the original car guy. Potus Reagan moved it forward with a plan designed by Charles Koch, which began with McCarthyism in the 50s, perpetuated by Eddy Bernays’ anti-red rhetoric through the new mesmerizing medium called television. Read “Dark Money” by Jane Mayer if you have the courage to look into the eyes of a demon.
Why do these captains of industry tell us that the “Market Economy” has wisdom to guide the country’s ways and means? Because they are the captains of industry and the so-called economy belongs to them! It is a closed club and you are not invited, no matter how many times they tell you that you are simply a “temporarily embarrassed millionaire, so to be included in their Parisian lunches.
Words are liars. Words were our bond when we agreed on the meanings, but that agreement is long deceased. Buried under mountains of media cloaks. Piles of heavy cloth have extinguished the fires of verbal truth. The meaning is not in the noise of it. Meaning is in the act and result of it. Meaning is doing. “The economy is doing great,” said the comfortable professional.
When a bunch of people are poor and starving on benches in the streets, then we have a cruel society. Call it what it is. Homelessness is not enough. Oops, those people forgot to go home, so they are homeless. Silly people. Let them go home! In truth we have many dislocated citizens. Do not allow words to smooth over a shitty reality. The economy is great for a few and their media showwhores are quick to tell us with graphs and verbal bullshit that emanates from the hypnographic screens we watch all day. Call it what it is - social rape.
We became complacent in the 80s and have continued on the consumer society path blazed by Koch and his ilk, as prescribed by Ford and Rockefeller one hundred years ago. Ford got together with Dupont to edge out the hemp market and replace it’s multitude of eco friendly products with chemical replacements like nylon, the new rope.
If everyone has a cookie, then there is a free market. If one guy has all the cookies then trade, compromise and sharing do not exist, even in theory. It’s over. It’s not even Capitalism in the form of small businesses thriving, competing and supporting their families and towns. It is fascist monopoly that returns unprecedented rewards to a small elite of hoarders. The mass of serf-y slave wagers are as replaceable as cannon fodder. During Covid the Oligarchs have shut down Capitalism in favor of Monopoly.
When profits are gods, the path to wealth is paved with living souls. The difference between words and their meanings becomes more apparent when you sniff the rose.
There is a mythological doctrine that insists that a third party vote takes away from either of the two main candidates. This is untrue, because the third party voter will abstain from voting for either one of two horrible options. It is called “to opt out” of voting. Neocons love it when we opt out because it means that their plan is working – the fewer voters the better. As they like to say, “Purge those voter roles!”
It is common opinion that Bernie Sanders could have stepped into the third party and won the day in 2016. There are those who insist he could have done it this year. He had the momentum with thousands of grassroots workers willing to lay down everything they had for him. They drove to other states on their own few dollars; slept in cars; knocked on doors. Instead he bailed on them, promoting in his place, an immoral liar, a two-time loser, his so called friend Joe.
Bernie Sanders sold out many thousands of sincere individuals for senate seniority endowed from the top ranking elites of the Democat Royalty, gifting away any leverage that we may have had. Bernie has said that he did not wish to end up like Ralph Nader. It is not easy to stand up to mainstream media’s coercive royal hammers tap tap tapping until a person cracks like a piñata horribly abused by rageful ten-year-old congressional boys.
Just watch as the Democrat party devours AOC too. She is already voting their way. You can’t be in the party without the party getting all over you. Once coated, it trickles into the mouth and nose, inflaming the soul and then you are lost to their ways.
Old-fashioned minds experience the word Democrat with old-fashioned picnics and values from 1950. We were good then. We beat an evildoer. We worked together as a nation to overcome horror and restore kindness and fairness back onto the world stage. That was then.
It only takes small a small gesture at the top to create chaos at the bottom. Unfortunately our recent king favored larger than life gestures.
The differences between Ike’s republicans and Adlai Stevenson’s democrats were minor. Ironically the current differences are also minor. So what has changed to create this vast inequality of wealth in our country? In those days money and effort had value. We traded a day’s work for a dollar. But now, work doesn’t pay. Digital dollars are bandied about by men who never sweat, handed back and forth from one elite hand to another, in a circle of royals who believe that only they are entitled to the world’s resources.
Political cartoons of bygone eras show that politics has always been united in a Baptism of graft. Political parties are the husband and wife, once at odds, now united in a cause to enrich their own household, the neighbors be damned. Vote blue, red or purple, it makes no difference because they are the same married duopoly that stick up for each other because they want to maintain their property values. Look at our hero Obama. His policies upheld the marriage and now he is rich enough to buy a mansion with 40 acres on Martha’s Vineyard.
America is a one Party country, just like Russia and China with their fake congress and senates, so when they start in with Russiagate or Chinagate, ask why, what, where, when and how, and for god’s sake please stop drinking that addictive sugar-laced kool aid.
Trump was the king of blame. Blame is the enemy and shame was his weapon of choice. Blame creates backlash. Blame is fear’s child. It is counter productive to vilify; to spew hatred; to throw epithets at Trump or any of his crew, because that is what he did. Hate breeds fear and blame breeds retaliation. There is no escape from the circle of hate.
And please do not bring up that tyrant trope and make me defend fucking Hitler.
Trump was a deer in the headlights. Feasting on his carcass was easy. He still is a master showman whose only goal in life is for fame of any sort. His fakery is deft. His luck is unlimited.
We could have handled him differently, but we shot off rounds of derision and hate his way and he responded in defense, as you would. We built ugly naked statues and puppets to humiliate him. I laughed too.
And yes, he is pretentious, transparent. We knew he was thin skinned and vindictive, so why so gleefully poke the bear? We knew that humiliation is bad for an egoist, so why did we choose to shoot ourselves in the left foot, to the point of sabotage? Again, I don’t know the answer. Anyone would defend himself when attacked in that way.
The judgmental left drove him into the arms of the cruel right while the royals clapped their hands in glee. We lost sight of the brass ring. We allowed the royals to have fun at the commoners’ expense.
If we, as thinking individuals do not get our emotional shit out of the way, this is over. It may be too late already. Harry Truman said it all.
“If you get rich in politics then you are a crook.”
They are all crooks, except Jimmy Carter. The system is crooked. Do not expect to breathe full breaths while wearing a corset. The system is misnamed. It is not duopoly. It is Monopoly. The right hand and the left hand are connected to the same monster.
Do not make the mistake of sighing in relief now that the Blue Handed Monster is looming. Word on the street says the Blue hand wants to lose in the midterms so he can blame the red hand for screwing people out of their homes, their livelihoods and their time on earth at $7 per hour.
Use the right words.