Maybe it would have been better to warn him first but I didn’t know this was coming until it was here. I have no recriminations, no bitterness, no anger. It is obvious that our relationship was always one-sided and in the end he chose the system over us. It’s just ironic. He feared the establishment more than he feared losing us, even though we are the ones who paid for his campaigns. Turns out we can’t even get a break from Washington when we pay for it.
Oh, we hung on for a while because it’s all we had, but our beautiful dream has become a diversion from the real problems we hoped to solve with Bernie’s help. It’s time to admit it didn’t work and take up the conversation where we left off in 2015. But first we deserve to relish the good times. And the good times I’m thinking of have nothing to do with Bernie. I’ll do him one last favor and leave him out of this lineup.
Let’s laugh at the dusty old politicians scrambling to head us off, at all their clumsy lies and maneuvers that they thought were so clever but were really just pathetic and desperate and obvious. Let’s mock the aging prima donnas in their Washington zoo, harboring dreams of their own fiefdoms and smiling from behind their toupees and dentures and plastic surgeries. Let’s smile at their oblivious, childish assurance that they won, that they have beaten us. Let’s play the fool to their King Lear.
“Thou shouldst not have been old before thou hadst been wise.” (Act I. Scene V.)
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