(Cross-posted at Wild Wild Left)
Some progressives are dreamers. Some progressives are fools. I could provide you with more links to prove that than Wellpoint has
policyholders hostages, but links aren’t required to confirm that reality, the healthcare reform fiasco has confirmed it beyond any doubt. We have to remember though, that the Progressive Movement is still young, enduring broken dreams and indulging in foolish rationalizing are part of the process of growing and maturing.
A few Friedman Units ago, when one BushCo thunderstorm after another was deluging the nation, progressives decided something had to be done. So on the brave and crazy wings of youth, we went flying around in the rain. Acid rain. A rain of blood. A rain of corporate crime. A rain of lies and deceit and corruption. Our wings were torn and tattered, but there was still a light within us. It was flickering, it was almost extinguished, it was almost lost, but it was still there . . .
Progressives were angry back then, we’re still angry at the way the earth is abused, by men who’ve learned how to forge her beauty into power. We’re angry at the way humanity is abused, by men who’ve learned how to forge illness into profit, how to forge torture into patriotism, justice into injustice, law into lawlessness, and capitalism into a global death march into oblivion.
They’re good at that.
They’ve had plenty of practice.
We’re struggling to protect ourselves from them, but we’re losing that struggle. The sand is slipping through the opening. We’re running out of time.