Post-New York primaries Clintonites are, and I’m not making this up, claiming the Democratic National Committee has the “right” to have rigged their primary system for Empress-in-Waiting: Bloody Lady Hillary.
Granted (if they insist): The corrupt-to-their-foetid-core hacks and operatives of the Democratic Party have the right to rig the process in favor of a fellow corrupt-to-her-foetid-core hack.
In turn, independents and non-partisans have the right to express their revulsion to the self-serving machinations by not voting for the liar and cheat the party elites have anointed. At present, that’s about all the options.
It is a win/win situation for all concerned. To wit: The Democratic National Committee hacks and the Clinton Crime Family win a handful of dust. On the other hand, and in something of a Pyrrhic victory, the people win by the attendant and inevitable self-destruction of the corporate/bankster/national security state/war machine-owned and operated Democratic Party.
And you expected what else from the fraudulent primary process of one of the High Dollar-owned and operated, duopolist political parties of this sham republic? Were you expecting some sort of open and fair counting of votes that reflected the will of an enfranchised electorate?
Comrade Bernie, a long time Washington insider, knew, from the get-go, that the process was rigged to its rotten, foetid core. Yet, he has missed every opportunity to inform his followers of the fact.
Care to venture a theory as to why?
Is it possible he grew so intoxicated by the Berniemania at his rallies, that in a swoon of hubris, he lost touch with reality?
If Bernie has a sudden (albeit late) rendezvous with reality and possesses a scintilla of integrity, he would venture to go independent, and thus throw a deserved scare into the black and withered hearts of the Clinton Cartel and their clutch of Liberal Class hypocrites.
Alas, one would have lost contact with reality oneself to posit such a thing as remotely possible.
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Phil Rockstroh is a poet, lyricist and philosopher bard living in New York City.
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