Hey Sanders Saps, Hillary is Laughing at You! What Are You Going to DO About It?
By Kurt Schlichter
TownHall.com
It's always see fun to see idealistic, inspired,
and hopeful progressives have their dreams
mercilessly crushed by the Democrat crime cartel.
Did you silly millennials, union flunkies, and aging
hippies really believe that you had a shot at
getting your boy Bernie Sanders the nomination? Ha!
P.T. Barnum had a name for you guys, and it wasn't
“suckers.” Think “mute mules.”
Well, you’ve had your fun, and now it's time to
shrug your shoulders and fall-in behind Hillary. She
beat you fair and square, by which I mean she used
the party rules designed to make you dopes think you
really have a voice in steering Democrat policy to
cheat you out of the victory you earned. The fix was
always in – she was always superciliously assured
that her superdelegates were going to supersede your
adorable attempts to attract actual votes from
actual voters.
So get ready to give up. To give up your dreams. To
give up your hopes. To give up your dignity.
You know you’re going to. You can huff and puff –
and you better do your puffing now because there’s
no chance that the incoming National Mommy is going
to let you keep buying pot with that prescription
you got from the hemp store doctor at the strip mall
– but in the end, you’ll submit. You always do.
Prepare to occupy the position.
It’s sad because you have been used and abused by
your party but you're too cowardly and wimpy to do
anything about it. You know who wasn’t, though?
Republicans. Yeah, they had a radical faction too,
except instead of meekly accepting the dominance of
the establishment like you are going to do, they
took over their party, booting out the establishment
and installing their own leader. You might not like
Donald Trump, but it’s the Republicans who will be
voting for the candidate who didn’t get zillions
from Goldman-Sachs. Who didn’t push through those
trade deals that you hate. Who didn’t vote for the
endless war in Iraq.
Let’s review. After she humiliated you, you are
going to obey her command by stepping into the
voting booth and pull the lever for a Wall Street
shill who never met a war she didn’t like. And I,
the conservative Republican, am not.
No, Trump wasn’t my first choice. Or second. Or
third. Hell, there were 17 Republicans, so when you
subtract Jeb, Lindsey, and Kasich that makes him my
14th choice. But I'm going to fall-in behind him
because there's no way I'm going to do what you
inevitably will, and allow that corporate shill and
warmonger Hillary Clinton to take power in November.
You’re going to vote for the status quo. It’s time
for you to accept that there's not going to be a
revolution. There's not even going to be an
evolution. Progressives, welcome to devolution.
You really are just doofy posers in stupid sandals.
You're going to vote for Goldman Sachs’s golden
girl, the chick who loves NAFTA, the man-hating
harpy who wants to snip off what makes you Bernie
bros bros. And you are going to crawl over to her
throne on your bellies, tenderly lift her pantsuit
cuff off of that swollen cankle, and tongue-kiss her
sensible shoe.
It will taste like old leather and bitter
humiliation. She's laughing at you. She's
laughing at your idealism. She's laughing at your
hopes. She laughing at your dreams. She thinks
you're a punchline, because she knows that while
you'll scream and pout and put a bumper sticker on
your Prius, you're still going to vote for her.
Aren’t you?
I mean, you could do something about it. You could
stay in your dorm on Election Day. Or you could vote
for the candidate who has never helped start a
disastrous war. Or you could urge Bernie to go
independent again and run a third-party campaign, a
truly revolutionary campaign unencumbered by the
heavy buckets that weigh down the corporate water
carriers in the Democrat establishment.
Oh sure, I want to see you do it because it will
hurt Hillary if you actually show some moral courage
and refuse to vote for the women who makes a mockery
of everything you say you believe in. But this isn’t
about me. It's about you, and how you're the
laughingstock of American politics. At least in the
Republican Party, the insurgents have a voice and
made themselves heard. That’s what democracy looks
like. The Democrats just give you a couple minutes
to talk, announce they have passed the motion giving
themselves whatever they want, then pat you on your
knit cap and point you to a stool in the corner.
Yeah, you're feeling the burn because you’ve been
burned. Are you just going sit there and take that,
or are you going to act? Are you as wimpy, impotent,
and pathetic as Hillary (and, frankly, as I and
everyone else) think you are? Are you just going to
let the Democrat Party stuff a ball gag into your
bonghole?
Hillary is laughing at you.
Her lackeys are laughing at you.
Hell, I'm laughing at you.
So what are you going to do about it?