Politics-as-Usual Democrats
Democrats like Joe Lieberman are accusing Howard Dean of dividing the party, but I beg to differ.
A mirror is available just about anywhere one goes..and really, attacking the front-running candidate with the most bluntly-honest and original ideas when Saddam Hussein gets captured only makes one look petty and opportunist.
Today's Washington-Democrats seem afraid of facing our future and our common destiny..relying upon old and tired (and filthy) political tactics.
In 2000, after having a Presidential election hijacked by a partisan, Republican-coddling Judiciary, millions of intelligent Americans had a major awakening of consciousness to the fact that we needed to change the very face of politics or see our democracy die.
We have become utterly and painfully aware of many of our own cowering Democratic representatives.
In October, 2002, being faced with the Iraq Resolution, they let Bush run roughshod over them..abandoning their own courage and intuition. If they'd gone with their guts, wisdom, and instincts, their handling of the challenging situation might have had the conclusion of revealing them as brilliant leaders. Alas, in fear of how they'd be politicaly perceived if they had dared to stand up to Bush, they dismally failed us.
After 9-11, we find that the American PEOPLE are far braver, intuitive, and consciously aware than our Representatives have been.
Howard Dean matches our courage, shares our intuition, welcomes our participation, respects our awareness.
This is what makes him a winner..not his "anger".
In the poem "The Song of a Man Who Has Come Through", D.H. Lawrence wrote:
"Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!"
The winds of the hijacked election; the winds of 9-11; the winds of great job losses in America; and the winds of the lies we were fed day after day during the lead-up to the PNAC-planned Iraq war have blown through Americans and we are more than aware that there is a new direction we must take for our future.
Yesterday's 'Washington-insider' Democrats cannot convince us that they are looking forward.
The more you tell Americans they can go about business as usual as their job-foundations are sucked away under their needy feet, the more Americans will resent you when they find their jobs are gone.
The more you tell Americans their opinions aren't worth anything and proceed to give an untrustworthy President a blank check to attack another nation... even when you see hundreds of thousands of those good Americans protesting BEFORE that war is begun, the more Americans will resent and disrespect you for your ignorance and blind compliance.
The Democratic party must show itself as clear, strong, steadfast, innovative, hopeful, respectful of its diverse constituency (without becoming mired down in the any-varied issues), respectful of each and every person who feels they can make a difference and wishes to participate in the great gift the Founders of this nation created for them, and gutsy and honest enough to tell Americans they are living falsely-materialistic lives. We will have to pay the piper somewhere along the line....or it's damn certain our children will pay for our hypocrisy, greed, lies and ignorance.
My parents had more opportunity than their parents.
I had more opportunity than my own parents.
My son may not even see an opportunity-level close to my own.
We have to ask ourselves....what the hell is happening?
Wake up, Democrats.
We, the People, are awakened; aware.
The winds have come through and we are carried by them.
You've only been fighting them.
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Song of a Man Who Has Come Through
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.
Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.
What is the knocking?
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.
No, no, it is the three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them...
D.H. Lawrence