DUDE! JOE AND KAMALA! AMERICANS DO NOT WANT UNITY
Trump supporters desire unity about as much as Christians desired unity with Jews in the Spanish Inquisition, as much as slave holders did with their slaves, or lions do with gazelles on the African savannah. Everyone knows the U.S. is more divided and full of hate than ever.
The violent responses by white racist Republicans and white police across the country over the last year are a clear sign that most Americans are not interested in unity. Democrats always try the koom-by-yah unitarian approach, but this time, attempts at UNITY will just anger Republicans and solidify the divisiveness.
This time, for once, Democrats need to abandon unity and focus on something unheard of in America: social responsibility. That’s not socialism, it is the commitment to improve the well-being of the citizens of the United States through legislation, laws, and policy.
What does social responsibility look like? It comes down to policy that promotes the well-being of Americans even if one group hates another. Opportunity, education, voter rights, access to health care, tax codes that lead to the betterment of all Americans, not just the wealthiest. Such taxation does not mean Communism and economic collapse. The rich will still be rich.
Striving for Unity will fail. Striving for social responsibility could succeed. Then we can all go on hating each other as we all thrive.
The assertion that Johnny Pissoff has no desire for unity is a truth.
ReplyDeleteThe notion that most of the Johnny Pissoffs will comprehend the concept of social responsibility, much less accept, it is an entirely different matter.
Johnny Pissoff - The Fugs
I sit alone in the bar
Drinkin’ Scarlett O’Haras.
I skipped the rails by the boxing gloves,
I love to punch out fags.
Don’t startle me by sudden noise
‘Cause I stomp all over you.
And, I love it! I love it! I love to fight!
And, hey mister, tell all the niggers,
My name is Johnny! Johnny Pissoff!
Last night I had a dream
Of a gook head, skeet-shootin’ mama,
And The Red Angel was scolding me
And calling my name!
I woke up all sweating, my derringer in hand.
I have a hand grenade lighter
And a burp gun under the bed.
And, hey mister, tell all the commies,
My name is Johnny! Johnny Pissoff!
I’d love to get my hands on Sirhan Sirhan!
I’d rip out his spine and shove it down his throat!
Today, I cut some frog’s legs off
And I left him by the pond.
But I’d never kill a president
But I’d kill him in my dreams.
And, hey mister, tell all the draft card burners,
My name is Johnny! Johnny Pissoff!
They showed me yesterday on the TV set
How the cowboys used karate
On a hippie parade for feedom.
I hear next season’s cowboys are gonna
Kick each other’s crotch.
Hell, I nearly had to kill a bunch of peace queers
Sunday morning, holding signs outside of church!
Ain’t no pink fag legislator gonna say I can’t have
guns!
And, hey mister, tell all the whole wide sky,
My name is Johnny! Johnny Pissoff.