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Dear Auntie Pinko,
I’m depressed and discouraged that San Diego County Democrats couldn’t get a candidate elected to fill the seat of Duke “Show Me the Money” Cunningham. If we can’t even motivate enough voters to make an election un-stealable when we’ve got Randy’s French Commode to run against, how are we ever going to take control of Congress and impeach, try, convict and execute the traitors who have hijacked our country, killed hundreds of thousands of innocent Iraqi civilians, effectively repealed nuclear non-proliferation, and doomed us to generations of crushing debt and market fascism?
Margaret La Jolla, CA
Dear Margaret,
Time out! Heavens, what a clutch of assumptions to base an assessment on, no wonder you’re feeling depressed and pessimistic. Take a deep breath, pour yourself something relaxing to drink, and watch a sunset or count the stars tonight. Auntie’s been hearing an awful lot of negative hyperbole lately, and it’s not helping, not helping at all.
Let’s start in the Busby/Billbray race. First, the Democrats in San Diego County were not “running against Randy’s French Commode.” Ms Busby was running against Mr. Billbray. In a district that has always been overwhelmingly dominated by Republicans. The Republican margin of victory was narrow and they had to spend about twice as much as the Democrats to obtain even that narrow margin. Mr. Billbray had been a Congressman in the past and had good name recognition and powerful friends. Even with long and varied experience as a community activist, the toughest election Ms Busby had under her belt was School Board Trustee.
While I certainly would have liked to see a stunning upset here, I didn’t expect it, and I’m rather pleased that a relative unknown like Ms Busby could gather such a large percentage of the vote in a district so heavily Republican. Especially when the Republicans were putting so much money and effort into fighting her. It speaks well of the San Diego County Democrats that they managed to mobilize as much support as they did, in an area where being a Democrat is politically equivalent to being an invisible cockroach.
There is certainly no denying that Mr. Bush’s regime has created dangerous challenges for America and the world to meet, challenges that will be with us for generations. It is easy to look at the negative and feel discouraged. The size and scale of the problems seems to demand a vigorous, dramatic, powerful reversal of course, a high-profile refutation of everything associated with the GOP and its agenda, and a forceful implementation of activist programs to undo everything Mr. Bush has done since 2000, not to mention cleaning up the festering wounds left by Mr. Bush, Senior, and Mr. Reagan. We are yearning for “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington” moments, for fiery, inspiring rhetoric, for leaders of adamantine conviction and high moral purpose.
In their absence, it’s all too easy to conflate individual Democrats with the Party’s failures, to magnify those failures into irreversible disasters brought on by malign intent, timidity, etc., to write off the Party altogether, and despair. Not to mention take out our frustrations on fellow-Democrats who don’t seem to share our urgency, clarity of vision and steadfastness of purpose.
Unfortunately, there’s no better way to become part of the problem.
The Democratic Party is certainly part of the problem. Democrats spent decades in power in Congress and had some pretty spectacular runs in the Executive branch during the second half of the 20th Century. The system worked for us, so we saw little reason to question the system.
Politics is based on human nature, and human nature in the aggregate is like gravity: With tremendous effort, we can overcome it for short periods of time to achieve important snippets of progress, but we always end up back on the ground. The architects of our government knew this, which is why our Constitution is such a pragmatic document. It doesn’t attempt to overcome or reverse human nature, it merely tries to nudge us toward the better side thereof, and ensure that we’ll always have the tools to fix whatever we bust when under the influence of our least admirable selves.
The end of the Cold War removed a form of “higher purpose” that could be used to effectively unify politicians and factions whose agendas otherwise differed widely or even opposed one another. It’s not surprising, then, that we have enjoyed the moral equivalent of a long, celebratory binge of pandering to self-interest, consumerism, one-issue agendas, the pursuit of power for its own sake, and vicious partisan conflict.
Mr. Bush and the senior strategists of his cabal clearly hoped that the “War on Terror” could be used to rekindle that “higher purpose” orientation, and enforce a kind of unity, or at least a stifling of dissent, that would allow them to take bold, dramatic actions. It is rather fortunate in a paradoxical way that they defeated their own purpose by their incompetence, shortsightedness, and the transparency of their driven, self-serving agenda. Had they been able to delay gratification, make some hard choices in foregoing tax cuts, focus on clearly justified and widely supported initiatives like Afghanistan, they might have ensured Republican majorities for another fifty years and won plenty of cover for a longer and slower transformation of America into an authoritarian corporate oligarchy. Difficult as it will be to alleviate the damage they’ve already done, that would have been much harder.
Instead, they went for the ‘smash and grab’ approach, perhaps judging that too many variables might interfere with a longer, slower disembowelment of the Constitution, and mistrusting (correctly, I think) in the potency of the “War on Terror” as a unifying, dissent-suppressing force. Fearmongering based on terrorism can be powerful in the short term but as long as terrorism poses no coherent, credible structural threat to a nation’s society, culture, and economy, the focus of the fear can’t be sustained. Republicans know their days are numbered, they are now trying to loot as much as they can politically and economically before the electorate turns on them. And they are not without hope, as they are profoundly aware of the trap lurking in the path of the Democrats. They have every reason to hope that their looming exile will not be a long one.
And those of us who will be satisfied by nothing less than a total refutation and reversal of everything the Republicans have done for the last thirty-five years are in danger of pushing the Party right into that trap. So long as we focus on being “the anti-Republicans,” our only appeal to the electorate is as a dose of Pepto-Bismol to deal with the queasiness resulting from what we’ve swallowed recently. But no one drinks Pepto-Bismol as a steady diet. And human nature makes it far more likely that, rather than swearing off the greasy pizza we’ve been fed, as soon as our collective stomach settles and the memory of the pain is a little less vivid, we’ll go right back and order a nice, greasy meatball sub.
And if the number of people who want to drink Pepto-Bismol on a regular basis is small, the number of people who can sustain a total vegan macrobiotic diet of local produce is microscopic. A Democratic Party that offers the equivalent of a fully-equipped gym and a healthy, macrobiotic diet might get a huge rush of business when the electorate’s “dietary” guilt and revulsion is fresh, but it won’t last.
I think that what Americans are looking for in the way of leadership can best be expressed as “realistic optimism.” That is, an acknowledgment of the challenges and the sacrifices that will be needed to overcome them, but also a focus on some very real, very positive, and clearly achievable benefits voters can experience tangibly. If we do that, we may not achieve the dramatic turnaround that many of us are longing for, but we are more likely to achieve real, sustainable change for the long term, even if it’s not as immediately satisfying as giving every Republican scoundrel his or her comeuppance. I hope that helps you cheer up a little, Margaret, and thanks for asking Auntie Pinko!
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