Why do progressives / Democrats keep looking at their amazing riches and call it sludgy shit?

Why do we do this? Why do we act like such pathetic souls, as if we’ve lost everything in the world, wearing our own shit-stained trousers to the local shelter with our pockets turned out and crying and begging for soup and claiming not to have a pot to shit in, when in truth, there is no better time in the known universe ever to be a Democrat ever in the known universe?

Joe Biden is an amazing President. He has restored dignity to the American Presidency that was previously stolen from us. Think of the first thing he did as President-Elect, the moment of silence he held for the victims of COVID in this country. The previous administration didn’t bother to do that. It was a symbolic gesture alone, but from that office, symbolic gestures are Thor’s hammers swinging. Biden wore a mask. Biden said it was okay. Biden acknowledged the tragedy. And then he did so much more.

One year now, we’re observing the “Inflation Reduction Act.” But we all know what it is besides that. It’s “Build Back Better” snipped. And that’s okay, that’s what we could get, and what we got is gorgeous. There is lots of clean energy things in it. Things that will build our economy long term. Prescription drug reform. IRS tax enforcement. It’s already doing what it says on the tin: US inflation has beaten it everywhere in the world. Yes, buttholes: Biden did that. “Bidenomics” is working, though I’m with Randi Rhodes, I like the “Biden Boom” better. It’s more satisfying. Boom.

But back to the original question: Why do Democrats and/or Progressives shit all over the idea of Biden/Harris running for reelection? It makes no sense. I suspect it’s largely a fear of 2016, happening again. But I keep trying to explain that 2016 was a red herring. It will not happen again in 2024. Trump won’t win again. It’s just not going to happen.

But Democrats/Progressives/Trump resentful people won’t see the whole entire reason that 2016 happened. They like to bang on the table and be all like “Hillary was a terrible candidate.” I have 3 million reasons that she was not that, but okay. But this is not to relitigate the 2016 campaign, though doing so might be worth it in a future post, and I can guarantee you Bernie Sanders will be discussed in some length.

But my point today is that Democrats need to stop self-cutting. President Joe Biden has been the most amazing President of my lifetime, and VP Kamala Harris has done her job admirably. And stop undercutting them and let’s support them with all of our hearts because you can imagine some ticket that doesn’t exist, but the ticket will be Biden/Harris in 2024 and we should all get in line and love it like it’s a fresh biscuit out of the oven cooked from homemade. Because I care about abortion rights, and I care about voting rights, and I care about Black people and all people and I am sick to death of the burgeoning facism in my beautiful country.

Vote blue bitches. And get excited about it. Democrats should be doing jumping jacks. What a wonderful day to be blue in America.

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A few administrative notes.

First, there is a new scrolling blogroll to the right. KIAV has been added to the Out Of Iraq Bloggers’ Caucus. It means we are on their blogroll and that we carry their blogroll here, and I also think it means we may crosspost there when relevant, though I have not taken the time yet to figure out how. However, we welcome these good Americans. Though I don’t know why they’re bothering because according to the Cross-Streamed Media and John McWeirdsmile, the surge worked and the Untied States has been utterly victorious and every soldier is coming home tomorrow.

You will also note a personnel update. Yes, KIAV has become a two-person operation, and I could not be happier to welcome my Dear Old Dad, Papa Bonk, who has contributed periodically, as a regular writer here. He is one smart dude and reads more than anyone. He will contribute a particularly smart brand of outrage to these pages.

The United States announced Wednesday a senior US diplomat would attend international nuclear talks with Iran in the highest-ranking meeting between the two foes in three decades.

I am convinced that the news has been somehow affected by a space alien space toy that turns the news into absurd contortions of itself. There is no more absurd a news story than that of the Iraqi PM saying that he’d like us to explore the idea of timetables for withdrawl and having the United States tell him, um, no thank you. But there are stiff competitors, such as The Current President’s assignment of an envoy to Iran despite his own recent pronouncement that talking to these people is akin to appeasement.

And now, for a personal appeal to Republigoat Presidential “Candidate” John Sidney McWeirdsmile. Sen. McCain, you are a wildly funny man. You are. You are friggin’ hillarious. I for one liked the ape rape joke and your brilliant song parodies. And the one about how Chelsea Clinton is so ugly because her father was Janet Reno, that one just made me piss my pants laughing, as did your joke about Iran and cigarettes. Sen. McCain, you are a regular card. Please don’t stop making jokes. In fact, sir, I think that if this whole “president” thing doesn’t pan out for you, I think you should consider quitting your day job to go write for Jay Leno. In the meantime, though, sir, please continue with the jokestering. Thanks.

Graphic stolen from Feministing.

I am aware that it is supposed to be funny, that it is supposed to swipe at the terror-mongers. But there is something wrong with it.

Where is the New Yorker cover featuring The Current President in a brown shirt and thin mustache? Where is the New Yorker cover featuring Dick Cheney eating the world and washing it down with a nice big mug of oil?

Instead of a subtle, smirky satire, why not speak it to power out loud, and to those who need to hear it?

I guess I don’t read the New Yorker much. But I think that Jerry and Elaine were on to something. Were only had the New Yorker plagiarized from Ziggy.