Monday, December 18, 2006

Progressives and Primaries

The Progressive Caucus of the California Democratic Party had a meeting in Anaheim Dec 8th. I, of course, did not attend because I'm too damn busy, hence the paucity of blog posts so far, but they are definately a group or their membership that will be involved in the primarying of Ellen Tauscher. (e-mail sent from the Progressive Caucus regarding the Anaheim meeting.)

“Don’t Tread On Me”, was a bold and brazen flag of the Revolution. Well, there are those who are daring to galvanize the ire of the Progressive Movement, inside and outside of the Party by doing just that. We say, let all of the DLC plots in the mud hatch out! We are here to restore, revitalize and revive the Republic. Any attempt to block us, control our impetus forward or distort our purpose and intent is futile. Facilitation is the only path for the leadership of the Party and the country to deal with this unparalleled breakthrough of democratic consciousness. We are on the move. We are the majority of American citizens. We are the mainstream. We are Main Street. We are the principled people this nation was founded for, by and of.
The Blue Dog Democrats are scarcely any better than the DLC at this point, and it's not because they're conservative or fiscally tight, but because they keep on aiding and abetting the corporate policies of George W Bush and his Corporate Masters. And that won't do.

If I note that Tauscher has gotten fat since she's been in Congress, it's not because she's a woman and her appearance matters, look at the pictures in this Kos post for the growth, but because it is emblematic of what she has become, fat off of the sweat and product of the American People, just like Gingrich and Hastert and Hunter, their obesity is a perfect symbol of what they have become. Bloated parasites sucking the lifeblood of our country for their own benefit. Bloody pigs at the altar of Mammon.

From Milton's Paradise Lost:

Mammon led them on-- Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.

Sounds like the guy in the middle.

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