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If this were the universe of Gore Vidal’s Duluth, President of Foreign Policy Barack Obama would have his re-election in the bag. He took out Osama Bin Laden, one of history’s most notorious mass murderers. He backed the winning side in Libya. He won a Nobel Peace Prize. He raised foreign opinion of his country from below a “Two week dead possum rotting under the back porch” to just above the “Pleasant smell of freshly laundered clothes.” He hasn’t quit reached “Eau de Cologne” yet, but give him and Hillary some time.
If we had six or twelve presidents, I am sure that Obama would be one of them for life. But we only have one. And this election, people won’t be voting for “Most Likely to Avert a Nuclear Crisis.” This time around they are voting for the President of “Not Gonna Lay Down and Die.”
Americans don’t goose step, and we don’t “go quietly into that good night.” We are the angry, ambitious, disaffected citizens of other countries who said “Enough of this shit! I’m gonna make a better life for myself and my family.”
Right now, hard working Americans are facing depression level unemployment. Massage the numbers all you like, it won’t do the president any good come next November. The folks who are going to decide this election---apolitical, working class---do not read the papers. They do not study trends in unemployment. They don’t have to. They know that one in ten of their buddies, relatives and neighbors is out of work right now, and they know that for every one that is still looking for work, there is another who has given up. They know just how many people on their block are still drawing unemployment and how many have seen the clock run out. They know that their employer keeps cutting back on benefits and denying cost of living raises and laying off those with the most seniority. They know that when their sister---the one who has cancer and can’t work because of her chemotherapy—they know that when Sis swallowed her pride and went down to apply for food stamps, she was told that she only qualified for $10 a month. Ten dollars a month!. That didn’t even pay the gasoline bill to get her to the welfare office and back.
Forget about the promise of health care yet to come. Right now, working class Americans know that one in three of their friends doesn’t have health insurance. And these are friends who are holding down two full time jobs. They know how much the hospital bill was when their cousin had the heart attack, and they know that he couldn’t write that bill off when he went bankrupt and lost his home. Every time they get indigestion they think “Is this just indigestion or is this my heart? Is my family about to go down the one way road to the poor farm? Maybe it would be better to die and let my widow collect the life insurance---“
Except that Americans don’t just lay down and die, no matter what Wall Street may want. When we have a foreign war for oil, we don’t yell “Hurray!” if our son or daughter comes home dead. When our kids are hungry, we don’t get down on our knees and thank God for letting us live in America rather than Somalia. Maybe we would be better people if we uttered prayers of thanks for what we have. But that is not the way that the hard working men and women of America think. This country became the richest in the world, because its workers were willing to forgo vacations and luxuries in order to buy homes, educate their kids, save for the future. And now, the bosses we have made rich want to take away those homes, deny our kids an education and strip us of our safety net? Why? Because we did not work hard enough? Hell, no. They want to steal it, because it is there and because they can. Because when they get down on their knees every night they do not thank God for making them millionaires in the strongest country in the world. No, they pray to God to make them billionaires---even if it means sending their country on a downward spiral to hell in the process.
Anyone who fails to hear the fear, desperation and anger of hard working Americans can expect zilch from them next fall. Yeah, that’s right. Call them dupes for buying the old Nazi Party “Bread and Jobs” slogan. Tell them they deserve whatever they get if they vote with their passion and not their reason. But first, try spending a month---no, a week---sick and homeless, grateful for the food you scavenge out of garbage cans, and then see how hard it is to remain “rational”.
My president, we are not clinging to our “guns and religion.” We are clinging to our anger, because when we let that go, there will be no more hope.
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