When I see this …

… I think of this.
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When I see this …

… I think of this.
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Bribery is corruption. And that’s what we have in big-money political donations. Yes, it’s for a campaign. But it’s no “donation.” They’ll want their money back, in spades. From the public purse.
At least Donald Trump is admitting as much. As for the others? Follow the money, if you can.
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How can we have political equality when one voice can pay to drown out all others? Or buy off all the candidates?
The flood of campaign spending from the super-rich has already corrupted our democracy. At what point does it destroy it?
Conservatives like to quote Lord Acton, “Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
Now it’s time to look in the mirror.
Repeal Citizens United.
One way or other.
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Not just big government – big business, too.
And, for the record, the labor movement’s anything but big anymore.
So where’s the balance?
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When it comes to the cloud over Hillary Clinton’s emails, a natural question would ask, “What was she thinking?”
In light of serious Wikileaks involving other diplomatic matters, I wouldn’t be surprised if she feared the official site would be compromised, targeted, already hacked, or simply betrayed by a disgruntled employee. Confidentiality, like it or not, is part of international diplomatic maneuvering.
Hillary learned early that not even the White House was safe from intrusions by the likes of Rush Limbaugh, who somehow left notes on the guest room pillows.
You’re not paranoid if there’s a reasonable expectation of attack. Had somebody suggested to her to go another route? It could have been viewed as prudent, perhaps.
Just a hunch. We’ll see.
When it comes to Bernie Sanders’ chances in a national election, much discussion seems to revolve around his self-proclaimed “socialist” identity. The critics say it would repulse most voters in the heartland – and that’s why he wouldn’t get far on the road to the White House.
While he wouldn’t be the coalition builder Hillary Clinton embodies, I’m not so sure Bernie’s really a socialist. But as I look at his positions, the label I see is “hippie.” Or as I’ve been arguing, hippies came – and still come – in all varieties, few of them fitting the mass-media stereotypes. Bernie could have been living down the dorm hall from me, or even in the rundown apartments we rented.
Early in the race, his rallies did look like hippie reunion time. All we needed was the right band to dance to. And now? It’s a youth movement, ripe for the Revolution of Peace & Love.
At least our alternative isn’t another Hubert Humphrey, rest his soul. No, I suspect Hillary was also a hippie – one of the intense ones of the activist sort.
And both with something resembling a social conscience.
Trying to define exactly where Donald J. Trump stands politically brings up a reminder of his hand in the casino business. The roulette wheel goes round and round before eventually landing somewhere.
Maybe somebody wins, but a lot more lose.
And the house always profits.
No wonder I’m getting dizzy!
Just what’s his game, anyway?