The summer air is thick, but the feeling in this country is cold. The circus tent of American politics isn’t just flapping in the wind anymore—it’s rotting, held together by donor tape and corporate glue.
What’s parading under it isn’t a rescue mission. It’s a surrender.
You are looking at the Democratic Party, not hoping for a savior, but for signs that anyone has a spine.
What you’re finding is a buffet of billionaires, poll-tested robots, and careerists who wouldn’t know a principle if it hit them in their perfectly styled hair.
The field of prospective contenders isn’t a bench. It’s a morgue.
Think back to 1988, when critics sneered at the Democratic field and called them the Seven Dwarfs. Governors. Senators. A civil rights icon.
Small-timers, they said. But today, staring down the barrel of 2028, that crew looks like Mount Rushmore. Because at least they were men. At least they had fought something.
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What we have now is a horde. A dozen, two dozen—names you need a scorecard and a stiff drink to remember. But what you won’t find is a single ounce of courage in the bunch.
Don’t confuse volume for strength. Cory Booker hugs senators while the republic burns and writes poetry about unity as if the problem isn’t greed, power, and cruelty.
Pete Buttigieg managed a supply chain like a human Excel sheet, and handled a rail strike like he was auditing it.
Are these the ones to fight fascism? They can’t even fight a union boss.
Then come the billionaires. Mike Bloomberg already spent a billion dollars to prove that you can’t buy love—or a single delegate outside American Samoa.
J.B. Pritzker jiggles his fortune like a Tammany Hall cartoon, promising to be the friendly uncle who makes the trains run on time, just don’t ask him to break up a monopoly or tell a hedge fund manager they’re the enemy.
They haven’t stopped Donald Trump’s antics for one single day. Not one. They offer sermons about saving democracy while taking checks from the very systems strangling it.
Look at the governors, the so-called “resistance.” Josh Shapiro sounds like a Republican from 1994, and he’s proud of it. Gavin Newsom lectured us on authoritarianism while dining maskless at the French Laundry as homeless camps swelled outside.
Andy Beshear? A nice man who offers kind words while the coal sludge keeps flowing. They have never fought the machine. They are products of the machine.
The rot goes deeper.
Ro Khanna preaches progressive values while swimming in crypto and AI money, believing blockchain will save us because the plutocrats told him so.
Chris Coons clutches his military contractor stock like a security blanket, ready to fund the next forever war as long as the dividends clear.
Senators from gas states weep about climate on Thursday and vote for pipelines on Tuesday. Amy Klobuchar threw a binder at an aide and thinks that qualifies her for commander-in-chief. Raphael Warnock offers prayers while inequality rages on his doorstep.
Don’t fool yourself. Mark Cuban might be circling now, too—another billionaire who thinks his net worth is a platform.
They all are inert and incapable. They will not tax the rich. They will not stop the genocide profiteers. They will not call a ceasefire. They will not break up a monopoly.
They will look you in the eye, with focus-grouped sincerity, and tell you democracy is on the ballot—while they cash a check from the private equity ghouls who bought your house out from under you.
They are standing on a stage built by the very forces destroying life on this planet. Every last one of them.
So when you watch these pygmies argue over who is toughest on disinformation, or who can best manage the American empire’s slide into techno-feudal serfdom, remember 1988.
At least those dwarfs were small by accident. This new crowd? They are small, greedy, and proud of it.
They will not change the tune, fix the country, or save the world—because they have already helped sell it off for parts.
And that, friends, is the truth. And that’s the way it is, but it would be crazy to give up hope.
A small group of people, folks like you, are plotting to recruit a better candidate for president, and you can join them by signing up at https://inviteeveryvoter.org/
It certainly seems impossible but it would be dangerous and crazy to do nothing.