As I watch this election unfold I am reminded of Ronald Reagan's win over Carter. Jimmy Carter was an outsider, the first to stir up the religious vote and much too serious to be president. American presidents must have chutzpah, they must promise the impossible and then their followers gleefully march over the cliff. Carter didn't have that, Reagan did, and he won and a new America was born. Yea right, same America as before but few looked closely. In no time the fantasy evaporated and taxes were raised and the economy slumped as spending went into a magical defense system. Carter was too much of an outsider for his own party, they fought him every which way, especially since cold war fears managed the minds of congress. Remember Salt.
Which brings us to today. Both Sanders and Trump are outsiders promising a new nirvana, and both appealing to the same crowd that bought into the Reagan myth, a myth that still exists. Hillary and Kasich represent more of the same. Of course nirvana and more of the same both have consequences. Which will it be folks? Doesn't really matter, a bit tongue in cheek.
Fascinating election Trump and Sanders play the same fiddle, again they remind me so much of Reagan: the white working class rising up momentarily, Walmart bag in hand, 'they're outsourcing our work' they say, as they open the door to their Japanese car, admiring the union made Mercedes parked next to them, checking then their Chinese made iphone, and congratulating themselves on their purchases made in Malaysian and Vietnam, as they boo the Union workers protesting their wages at a strike site, not stopping at MacDonald's today as some outside are holding signs for better wages, F them they think, foreign based Burger King today, soon home they realize their internet service is having trouble, the helpline person in Hyderabad, assists them and service is restored, next they watch on their Korean made TV Trump / Sanders criticizing out sourcing and trade agreements as they rest comfortably in the Chinese made furniture assembled somewhere in the anti-union South.....We will be great again....all is well....if only....and so it goes....
"There is no need to sally forth, for it remains true that those things which make us human are, curiously enough, always close at hand. Resolve, then, that on this very ground, with small flags waving and tiny blasts of tiny trumpets, we shall meet the enemy, and not only may he be ours, he may be us." Pogo
Which brings us to today. Both Sanders and Trump are outsiders promising a new nirvana, and both appealing to the same crowd that bought into the Reagan myth, a myth that still exists. Hillary and Kasich represent more of the same. Of course nirvana and more of the same both have consequences. Which will it be folks? Doesn't really matter, a bit tongue in cheek.
Fascinating election Trump and Sanders play the same fiddle, again they remind me so much of Reagan: the white working class rising up momentarily, Walmart bag in hand, 'they're outsourcing our work' they say, as they open the door to their Japanese car, admiring the union made Mercedes parked next to them, checking then their Chinese made iphone, and congratulating themselves on their purchases made in Malaysian and Vietnam, as they boo the Union workers protesting their wages at a strike site, not stopping at MacDonald's today as some outside are holding signs for better wages, F them they think, foreign based Burger King today, soon home they realize their internet service is having trouble, the helpline person in Hyderabad, assists them and service is restored, next they watch on their Korean made TV Trump / Sanders criticizing out sourcing and trade agreements as they rest comfortably in the Chinese made furniture assembled somewhere in the anti-union South.....We will be great again....all is well....if only....and so it goes....
"There is no need to sally forth, for it remains true that those things which make us human are, curiously enough, always close at hand. Resolve, then, that on this very ground, with small flags waving and tiny blasts of tiny trumpets, we shall meet the enemy, and not only may he be ours, he may be us." Pogo
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