It would be terribly easy to write about every moment that Donald Trump attempts to keep the limelight upon himself, but that would require an article per day- and two on Friday.After the first Democrat debate, what we have clearly discovered is that #BlackLivesMatter and Donald Trump is actually worth the circus he creates simply because everybody loves a circus.
Entertainment was primarily low last night, except for those moments when that boisterous, white-haired college professor looking dude boisterously said something that many of us wish we could have said.
Like, enough with the email issue already.
Bernie may or may not already see this, but if this Hillary Clinton email matter has real legs, the press would let it walk on its own and stop giving Clinton the extra shine that she really doesn't need or want, although I am personally convinced that the email mess will eventually be the rough road she travels to prove she can handle the presidency.
In reality, Hillary is just as eager to clear her name before the Benghazi committee and the world as they are to try and ruin her name some more if they can. After last night,Trey Gowdy and the Benghazi committee should reconsider their political tactic against Clinton. I would not be looking forward to giving her a microphone and the chance to look presidential because we are all clearly recognizing that it won't be easy to make Hillary sweat even with a proceeding created solely for that purpose.
News Is That Collection Of BAD Things That Happened While We Slept.
Obama's hair isn't white for nothing. The first demand of the presidency begins with the pressure from the press to make you into the news they seek. News reporters quickly forget that they are moderators and can easily begin conducting an interview right in the middle of a presidential candidates answer (even before they've gone over their time limit Anderson Cooper).
Pundits must consider themselves somewhat smarter than the people they cover or they would not condescend when describing politicians and the ideas to which they subscribe. The press is clearly more informed simply as a function of the job description. But true smarts could come off as stupidity and still dominate the GOP primary race.
Trump (and no other GOP candidate) lofted the first grenade upon the #DemDebate last night by announcing his upcoming hosting of Saturday Night Live and his plan to live tweet side by side with the debating Dem's. Unless you didn't already know that Americans vote in dismal numbers and must vote in mass to complete that populist revolt, there really was no significant discoveries from this debate until Bernie Sanders asked US to stop bombarding the electorate with constant coverage of those "damn emails".
That sounded like a political calculation error from Sanders, but in fact, Sanders is the person who will most benefit from an opportunity to advance the campaign conversation down the road towards real solutions and not trapped underneath the umbrella of trickle downs promised prosperity; handcuffed by politicians who want to lead simply for the sake of winning, or those damn emails.
There are no winners with the kind of congressional gridlock that would rather conduct repeated political witch hunts instead of displaying the courage to fight a legislative battle in today's blood thirsty, polarized congress. Even our president can only nip at the edges of possibility with the use of executive orders that set federal directives but have little power over truly fixing these Divided States of America.
Aside from hearing Socialism's music played before the masses, the debate was somewhat dull for us Socialist' who already know the Democrat party line and expected this eventual espousal of Socialism evidenced by the predictable rise of the boisterous proletariat's that Sanders roused up in Las Vegas, Nevada last night. Las Vegas happens to be one of the last strongholds of labor unions, so a crowd that Bernie Sanders had eating from his palms came out in full force to infuse the audience with hoots and hollers for populism.
The struggle I have now is the same one I had at an early age of employment.
How Do You Find A Healthy Relationship Between Capitalism and Socialism when one is always seeking the death of the other?
Maybe I started working way too early as a kid. When you are a leader by nature, every job you do will call you into leadership. Such was the case for my early working years in which I was quickly drawn by the money and mindset of management versus the poverty and limited perspective of the general worker.
Even my paper route forced me to learn the entrepreneurial reality of supply and demand, managing expenses and yielding a profit that you fully keep for yourself or use to upgrade to a banana seat, Bronco orange, Schwinn 5 speed bicycle that allowed me to expedite delivery and grow the business.
The view from above showed me that a little brother who actually worked for junk food and snacks adds a particularly alluring means of making more money and minimizing paper cuts from folding too many papers too fast. It also showed me how difficult things get when Wednesday or Sunday circulars came out and I had more newspaper than I could carry on a Schwinn; or my little brother became too lazy to wake up during those ungodly hours of morning newspaper delivery; or it gets tough to make it to middle school on time when the news is running late; or you, the sole proprietor, are feeling just as lazy as that helper of yours who no longer appreciates junk food for payment.
One day you finally do the math and realize that you are working really hard for very little profit, and you start to wonder what the big boys at the top would do if you didn't deliver your 120 newspapers every morning? How would they make all of their millions without you and those of your kind?
Newspapers remain around mostly because of the generations that still enjoy them, not because delivering them is a good gig. I appreciate print publications and even dreamed of starting one of my own back when I was young and didn't see the coming of the Internet. Now, newspapers embody the stark separation of the generations. The very future of print media, even Playboy, seems tied to our parents and them- the precious few Americans that were raised to want to read and prefer not to scroll.
I love the music of my parents and them. Yet, it is not exactly the same as the music of my own childhood, and I can't help but notice that, unlike the music of our parents, the music of my youth continues to play on my children's playlist. The youth of today and their parents are the first generations in modern history that hear and enjoy the same kind of music. We never listened to our kids music and ask the question of "what is that", even though we scream at them to turn "that" down, mostly because we think our version of "that" is superior to this new stuff anyway. While that might seem like a simple coincidental observation, it actually might carry a deeper meaning when the protest music from 40 years ago has yet to stop talking.
Rap music started this revolution first for young black people. FOR ME! Though me and rap are not as young as we once remembered, our voices of revolt are still resounding.
Starting with the youth of the late 70's and early 80's, Black America's rap music has inundated the voice of all of the youth so completely that the message oozed outward and is now speaking through every mouthpiece imaginable.
Plenty of sensitive and caring whites and older Americans saw value and purpose in electing Barack Obama as our first black president, but they all would have failed if not for the power of the minority and youth turnout; the same group of voters that are forcing us to Feel The Bern as we speak. For the revolution that Sanders seeks to take soil, these voters must place boots to the ground and achieve an Obama like turnout and beyond.
Some of that young crowd includes the Black Lives Matter movement and those that they have PROVEN to inspire. #BlackLivesMatter crusaders are those same hip-hop loving kids of ours who grew up on our subliminal message of social liberty layered with a heavy bass beat or a beat boxer spitting into his hand when no better accompaniment could be found.
It was a message that nothing and no one could stop us from busting a rhyme making a social revolution happen, or silence the message once it began; a message of rising above the efforts that seemed systematically contrived against you. Even the efforts to denigrate black street music culture only further exposed it and expanded it. Much of that same dynamic can also be applied to the journey of populism.
It is a message that even has republicans talking wage equality. They might be trying to add more of that comfortable banjo background, trickle down tax cut measure talk, but they hear the music that is making everyone bob their heads up and down with that stink face you get from a funky rhythm- and in your face rhyming rhetoric to go with 'em. Like a hard hitting lyric from Public Enemy or KRS-One, even the old folks who hoped to conserve their traditional forms of music, had to stop and listen at least to discover what was objectionable.
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| If you tryna say you want a revolution? Mandate voting in the f- -kin' Constitution. |
Before long, even country music lovers, inside the reddest of Red States, have had to endure rap's social invasion simply because the youth heard it and couldn't ignore the music or the movement.
Because America is far from the day that 80% participate in an election (54.9 percent turned out in 2012), Bernie Sanders can't get elected as America's next president. But he showed up, took a seat in a place without welcome, and turned up the sound of Socialism last night.
Capitalism must now do its best to insure that most won't remember the hook from his song or the moves in his dance. But you can best believe that the beat will stay in their heads forever.
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