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Dear Democrats (An Open Letter to the DNC)

 Dear Democrats,

Why are you all such a bunch of feckless (lacking in character, determination, or responsibility; being ineffective or incompetent.; lacking feck) crybaby pussies?

I swear to any Holy on unholy deity mankind has dreamt up, you are all about as useful as tits on a bull. 

 In the time leading up to the 2008 election, you seemed to manage a new approach: social media. That early digital 'grassroots' movement put a black man in the White House. (it will probably be a long time before that happens again!) Well, you've LOST that! Your opponents routinely beat you senseless there. And guess the fuck what? THAT IS THE MODERN EQUIVALENT OF THE TOWN CRIER! THE STUMP! THE WATER COOLER! It's where people discuss the day's events. It's where the money comes from. It's where ideas come to die. 

If democracy, the Constitution, rule of law, and the once United States of America mean a damned thing to you, a new approach must be taken. Let's face facts. You should have won in 2024 by a landslide. You FAILED. Your failed yourselves, your party, your constituents, and damned near all of western civilization. How do you sleep? How do you look in the mirror? The GOP won the presidency, the House, and the Senate. That trifecta is currently destroying the country. And let's not forget, it's also FUCKING the economies of our neighbors and allies. You don't have four years to try to figure it out. It's simple. Not only did you lose, YOU HAD YOUR COLLECTIVE ASSES HANDED TO YOU! It would be a joke if the outcome wasn't so completely disastrous. 

 There's just over 600 days until the midterms. You Have To Have A WINNING Plan! Pushing the same old tired bullshit won't work. Doubling down on your typical milquetoast behaviors won't work. People aren't growing tired of the chaos. They're tired of YOUR LACK OF ACTION! It makes fighting feel pointless if at least some of the peeps in power aren't actually working to regain some semblance of democracy. 

 There are very few Dems in the House or Senate that I think are worth anything. Most could be fed to the Fargo woodchipper, and the world wouldn't miss a beat. 77-year-old Al Green (D-TX) is maybe the only one of you with a spine or set of balls. But of course, after doing the one thing he could, none of you followed him. Then he led a fucking singalong while be censured. Screw the kumbaya bullshit. It's time to get MEAN. If you can't fight like it all really means something to you, GO THE FUCK AWAY! Resign! Walk away. Let a better person step up and FIGHT FOR AMERICA. And to the ten traitorous wastes of breath who voted with the GOP to censure Al Green - your days are probably numbered. 

 Who are We the People supposed to count on? AOC? She sounds like Minnie Mouse after a rough bender. Fetterman? A man so clueless and arrogant that he holds zero respect for the office he holds or the people he pretends to represent. I'm a fellow stroke survivor. I find him to be an oversized disappointment; only marginally preferable to Dr. Oz (who, like it or not, is still part of Trump's fantasy dream team). Sure, every now and then a Democrat uploads a video or spews a decent sound byte, but at the end of the day, they ain't doing shit. 

Honestly, I believe you've all given up. I think you only care about your pathetic 'reputation' and the ability to continue your insider trading (yes, we all know that all of you do it). It's been so long since Congress actually accomplished anything, I think most Americans have forgotten what YOUR job is. And so have YOU. YOU WORK FOR US! To not take decisive actions against the tyranny, cruelty, and neo-fascism of the Trump administration is to be complicit. That makes you equally worthy of the outcomes of any actions by the people, FOR the people. 

Dear Democrats, it's a new day. Today you need to make a decision. Either you resign and walk away, or you FIGHT. My current health is such that whether or not I live to see the 2028 election (IF it even happens) is up in the air. But I still love the idea of my country. I still believe in it, even if YOU don't. If the term "Land of the FREE" doesn't include immigrants (and not just the pre-approved millionaire + class); LGBTQ-123XYZ community, Christians, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, Atheists and/or Devotees of the Flying Spaghetti Monster; people of all colors, creeds, etc., then it is NOT the land of the free. 

Lastly, yes dear Democrats, I understand there is a strong chance you will find my message insulting. You may well choose to ignore it under the guise of something like "we don't entertain such vulgarity". Remember, when you lose again, it's by your own choice. As distasteful as my language (and message) might be to you, I'll tell you what is distasteful to me, and so many others. YOU CLOWNS acting like you have some moral high ground! You do NOT! Like any elected officeholder, YOU WORK FOR US. You have ALL (Dems and GOP) refused to ever write an amendment permitting the people to force a vote of NO CONFIDENCE in order to rid ourselves of useless career politicians. The likelihood of that happening is about as possible as you ever seriously considering term limits, and salary/pension reform for yourselves.  If the end of these so-called United States of America as we know it is permitted, it will be because the Democrats FAILED. Is that really the legacy you want? 

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