Senate Democrats put on fetid display at RFK nomination hearings
Update: RFK confirmed with zero Democrat votes. The nomination of Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. for Secretary of U.S. Health and Human Services puts on display, yet again, that the slightest departure from Democrats' embrace of Big Pharma, and current medical doctrine, will result in character assassination and lies. During questioning today, same old have-you-stop-beating-your-wife Democrats on the United States Senate Committee on Finance display no interest in the health of the American people.
This is disgusting.
This is not what Americans want, certainly not what Americans need.
Democrats should pay attention to Senate Democrats. Their complete abandonment of service to the American people is clear to anyone who watches this disgusting display.
August 20 is my sister Jan's birthday. When we were young we shared a bedroom -- bunk beds actually
with me on the bottom and her on the top -- and she would request that I sing her to sleep each night so I build up quite a repertoire of songs. One of her favorites -- and mine -- was Phil Ochs. I am posting this song in her memory because it was one of Ochs' most poetic.
Jackie Captain passed away this Summer, and loved life, Phil Ochs, and worked for peace.
Jackie died, saddened by Genocide, knowing at home she was secure in love.
Changes, Phil Ochs (1964)
Sit by my side, come as close as the air, Share in a memory of gray; Wander in my words, dream about the pictures That I play of changes.
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall To brown and to yellow they fade. And then they have to die, trapped within the circle time parade of changes.
Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind, Visions of shadows that shine. Til one day I returned and found they were the Victims of the vines of changes.
The world's spinning madly, it drifts in the dark Swings through a hollow of haze, A race around the stars, a journey through The universe ablaze with changes.
Moments of magic will glow in the night All fears of the forest are gone But when the morning breaks they're swept away by golden drops of dawn, of changes.
Passions will part to a strange melody. As fires will sometimes burn cold. Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver strings of souls, of changes.
Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else, One last cup of wine we will pour And I'll kiss you one more time, and leave you on the rolling river shores of changes.
So, sit by my side, come as close as the air, Share in a memory of gray; Wander in my words, dream about the pictures That I play of changes.
The 2024 campaigns for the presidential elections comprise the most nihilistic and heartless performance in my lifetime.
The Democratic Party appears little more than a neo-McCarthyite group of chickenhawks led by neo-cons seeking more war; committing Genocide and sinking the peoples' elections into pits of indecency.
Meanwhile, corporate media and the Democratic establishment push for censorship, lest the public become more repulsed by Democratic lies.
Sauk County Wisconsin is pictured above. I love Sauk County, and it's only real sin is not voting for neo-lib, corporatist Democrats enough to assuage corporate media.
Madison, Wisconsin — Reporting from Baraboo, (Sauk County), Dionne Searcey has a fine piece on racism, rural Wisconsin and the 2024 elections in the New York Times this morning.
"No Politics and No Religion," read prominent notes in the Square Tavern in Baraboo (Facebook), reports Searcey.
Topics leave too many bad feelings; like hitting on a man's girlfriend, or drinking someone's beer.
The problem with Ms. Searcey's reporting, like every corporate-liberal politicos', is a fundamentalist embrace of identity politics and the Standard Social Scientific Model of human nature that is almost Skinnerean-Behaviorist in its hidebound smugness.
Identity politics are what the progressive heretic, Matt Taibbi, derides as dogma that human beings are the walking "embodiment" of every contrived aspect of their identity, as imposed by the liberal priests of academia, corporate media and the Democratic Party.
You think you know who you are, readers? No. You are what the liberal elites say you are. Forget your character, it's your skin color.
Identity politics, as nonsensical as it is, serves a purpose. It's a cover for the Democratic Party's embrace of war (and Genocide), and long-term abandonment of the working class. And this does cause resentment.
Searcey touches on this:
Jerry Helmer, the Sauk County Republican Party chairman, said what voters in Sauk County are worried about is the economy, and they think Democratic elites such as Ms. Harris do not care about the middle class. 'I hear more and more that nobody knows what her policies are,' said Mr. Helmer, who lives outside Baraboo in Prairie du Sac and is a candidate for the state legislature. 'She comes off like a ditz.'
Mr. Helmer is right on all counts. But his brand of heresy is heard as imprecation by today's Democratic Party elites.
And when Helmer and Wisconsin, deliver Wisconsin to Donald Trump, identity politics will be a big factor; along with that whole Genocide thing that elected Democrats pretend is not happening.
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