Hillary Clinton stole the Democratic nomination from Bernie Sanders.
The End.
For the next three months we get to watch a completely corrupt "outsider" -- and a completely corrupt "insider" -- claw at each others faces and throats until election day. There will be blood. That's why it's on television. There's always blood in the news.
If The Elite don't want Donald Trump to be president ... he won't be. The hacked voting machines are in place, the voter lists have been purged, and according to the polls Clinton leads Trump 46.5 to 42.0. That's close enough. Close races are more easily hacked. If there's too big of a margin it becomes too apparent that there's hackery afoot. On the other hand if The Elite don't want Hillary Clinton to be president ... she won't be. It's all set up for that outcome as well. This version of neo-democracy doesn't have anything to do with us. On November 8th we will vote ... and after the pretend votes are tallied ... The Elite will finally show us who they had previously picked for us.
Oh Happy Day.
On a Personal Note -- I'm not going to use words like "we" or "us" anymore. It's not that I don't care about the death of democracy in The United States ... it just has less and less to do with me. Five years ago we left the U.S. and moved to Canada. We were able to initially live here because of a student visa, and then work and visitor permits. Permits can be extended but we wanted to make sure that whatever might happen bureaucratically, we would be able to continue to live here. On January 15, 2015, we started the application process to become Permanent Residents of Canada and as of last Tuesday, July 26th, we made it.
So I can't write about the political scene with a sense of personal immediacy. The nervous breakdown of The United States makes me sick to my stomach ... but I don't live there anymore. I'll probably continue to write about it, but I won't use words like "we" or "us." I'll say things like, "You guys are really screwed." Or, "How much blood pressure medication and anti-depressants do you need to choke down in order to deal with Current Events?" I have the feeling that's the kind of, um ... tone ... that will make most people hate what I write. I know it would piss me off.
But ... I feel the pain. Kind of. As much as I can anyway. But because I live up here -- it's an imaginary pain. Though I can't imagine how motherfucking awful it really is because when I try to imagine it my mind rebels, shuts down, and spits out one sentence, "If we still lived down there ... we'd move."
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