In November of 2008, I cast the last vote of my life for the lesser of two evils. I can do no good for my country with that false choice. “Brand” no longer matters when both are fully-integrated, articulating parts of a professional political class that has taken on a life of its own and is destroying the Nation.
I’ve moved beyond calling a two-headed coin but I still don’t know exactly what that will mean: Do I vote for the Libertarian on faith and principle? Do I cast a write-in for my local mayor (Mormon, a fine and proven public servant)? Do I strap on a “suicide-vote” for the Democrat, to send the Republican Party the way of the Whigs and make room for a real opposition?
Late at night, when it’s quiet, and dark thoughts come to mind, I begin to suspect that many important members of the Republican Party, like the Appalachian Trail lizard, are actually sleeper agents placed by the Democrats and activated at critical moments to harm the Republican Party. That would be entirely within the radical tradition of the Old Left (Barcelona, 1936), so it can’t immediately be dismissed as paranoia. Turn off the lights and think about it tonight when you’re alone. You’ll see it too.
Only some truly radical changes, imposed by the American People not the politicians, can “fix” a broken system of governance currently balanced on the razor’s edge of disaster and wholly different from what the Framers intended. There is no conventional, two-party electoral solution. I don’t know the answer, but I do know we are far more than one or two election cycles away from home.
