Noam Chomsky Says Bernie Sanders Is Being CHEATED: "The Neoliberal Order...
Say it loud, Sister. Notice that we're, none of us (Noam, Bernie, nor me), exactly sanguine to predict it, but we all agree: that, if there were a way out of the sordid, bloody, barbaric mess that unbridled corporatism has gotten us into, what is called, just now, Progressivism would probably be it. And one notices, yes, a certain unglued quality in the response (maybe panicked is the word) of Neo-Liberals (Establishment Whores) to the sudden fierce popular rejection of the Status Quo. I'm thinking of the current implacable Mayoressa of Chicago, and her heart-stopping "Not 'Sometime Soon'--fuckin ¡NOW!" And she was obeyed. These, after all, are Revolutionary Times.
Likewise there is something thrilling, in the instant exposure, via the Internet, of the various interconnected turpitudes (who was doing what for whom) in the scandalously created-for-the purpose-of-crashing vote-tabulation App in the recent Iowa Democrat primary caucuses--which in the past would have taken months or years to transpire, and is even now already, damagingly, dogging the principal miscreants and conspirators. Interestingly, and infuriatingly, the line of white pebbles through the forest in the night lead back to Hillary Rodham Clinton. What does our own Elena Ceausescu want? After her deserved defeat in 2016, she wouldn't be able to run for so much as dog-catcher in any town in America; she achieved, you might say, pariah-hood. So what is her interest in the "Shadow" vote tabulation app scandal (with its suffocating reek of misappropriation of public funds)? Apparently, in a word, Malice. To do what harm she can. Funny how it stinks at the top.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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