Y’know what? I’d take a Warren/Sanders ticket any day of the week.
Sure, I’ve been skeptical of the Bernie rock stardom from the start, even though I did vote for him in the 2016 Indiana Democratic primary. I could think of a hundred reasons why a Sanders presidency would turn out to be a disaster — but not a one of them had anything to do with his ideas, his plans, his pledges. (Warren’s appeal for me needs no such caveat or explanation.)
The Republicans did everything in the world to stonewall the Obama presidency, and he was as centrist as a politician could possibly be. He was Dwight Eisenhower v. 2.0. Nevertheless, Obama accomplished a thing or two, closer to a thing than two.
The Republicans would fight Sanders and Warren — and I don’t care which of them is at the top of the ticket — with all the zeal and truckload of tricks they employed against Obama, up to and including portraying the two as commie rats.
Bring it on. With this holy land slipping into serious decline and our beloved democratic republic transforming itself before our very eyes into a fascist oligarchy, we need to call out our bravest, our strongest, our best and brightest. No, not the type of Ivy League-prepped, wingtip-wearing, Brooks Brothers suit-sporting, football tossing, bureaucratic/corporate ladder-climbers of the JFK presidency, the kind who led us straight into Vietnam. I mean people, perhaps, from less-adored temples of success who had to work their way through school, who know what common people know like how to stretch a package of rice to last a whole week, how to patch a pair of pants, where to find the cheapest gallon of milk, and — because we expect more from our leaders — are familiar with the workings of social services, can identify Ukraine on a map, can count votes on the Senate floor, and know a little something about Hitler, Stalin, the Kingfish, Eugene V. Debs, the fall of the Roman Empire, and Frances Perkins.
Yeah, if by some bizarre twist of fate the Dems winnow the field down to these two old birds, Warren and Sanders, I’ll be thrilled.
There are any number of combinations of Democrats I’d take over the current administration. Truth is, I’d prefer one or the other of Warren/Sanders to remain in the Senate where that person’d continue to raise holy hell from the outside looking in. But if they are the two the Dems settle on, I’m good. Real good.
Can’t Live Without ‘Em
Cool happening tonight at the IU Cinema. The movie, Year of the Woman, is on the sked. The light’s’ll dim at 7:00pm.
YotW stars scads of names from the era of Second Wave Feminism including Shirley Chisholm, Bella Abzug, Germaine Greer, and Shirley MacLaine as well as hangers-on like Warren Beatty and troglodytes like Norman Mailer. Hell, every movie’s gotta have a villain, right? Even Art Buchwald makes an appearance.
Anyway, Wikipedia describes YotW as “the first feminist film ever made,” although no citation is provided. The movie was released in 1973, a year after the anthem, “I Am Woman,” charted. Roe v. Wade, BTW, was decided in ’73 as well, so women’s lib, as the movement was popularly dubbed at the time, was in full flower. Later that same year, Billie Jean King beat Bobby Riggs in a tennis match, a necessary cultural landmark for those who weren’t in the habit of reading Simone de Beauvoir or Betty Friedan.
Acc’d’g to Bustle magazine, YotW ran a mere five days, “before vanishing into obscurity.” Now, nearly half a century later, the documentary is making the rounds. A Huffington Post piece on the re-release of the doc during the 2016 presidential campaign, called it “belligerent, hilarious, and it reveals exactly what the Clinton campaign is missing.” The movies covers “one of the most pivotal moments in feminist history.” Read on:
The setting is the Democratic convention in Miami Beach. The time is July 1972. New York Rep. Shirley Chisholm has just completed a groundbreaking campaign for the presidency (“I ran ran because someone had to do it first,” she would later write), and the National Women’s Political Caucus, founded by icons Betty Friedan, Dorothy Height and Gloria Steinem, is trying to leverage women’s power atat a political convention for the first timed. The feminist activists want Democratic candidate George McGovern to make the legalization of abortion a part of his platform. And it all goes terribly wrong. McGovern’s campaign instructs his delegates not to support the abortion plank and allows an anti-abortion activist to speak from the floor. The betrayal feels so deep that Steinem eventually tells Nora Ephron, through tears, “They won’t take us seriously…. I’m just tired of being screwed, and being screwed by my friends.”
It’s an appropriate time watch this thing, mainly because this holy land has proven itself incapable of turning to a woman as our national leader. Oh, sure, there are female senators, congresspeople, mayors, governors, and chief executive officers but overall, when the choice was put to the American public, tens of millions of people eschewed the eminently qualified 2016 woman candidate in favor of a grifting, bankruptcy-declaring reality TV star.
Would we still run likes scared bunnies from a female contender? All I know is the women in the Democratic 2020 field so far are getting a hell of a lot less ink than the male political rock stars of their party.