An Open Letter to Bernie Sanders Supporters
I know. It's no fun. It's disappointing. Right about now, I would guess you feel like someone who wanted chocolate and is getting carob instead. It is, to say the least, not the most exciting outcome.
I've been a shill for Hill since way back. What can I say? She appeals to my cynicism. But I've seen enough candidates I backed go down swinging that I can thoroughly empathize with that feeling that oh shit, we got it wrong again, what a ripoff, tell me again what was so bad about monarchy?
And this is exacerbated by the winner's backers inevitable celebrations. It can feel very punitive and condescending. It's like you're not just getting carob instead of chocolate, but you have to eat some kale, too.
However: I've also seen candidates come back and win, and the way they do is usually by playing the long game. All along, the Democratic center has played nice and avoided alienating the Bernie middle-left. That's because the unglamorous middle recognizes that we need you.
On a day when Hillary's Uncool-But-Good-Enough Clique(TM) has gotten a win, you have two choices. You can go along, keep your powder dry, and maintain an alliance with the group that doesn't
do shit like release the addresses of Planned Parenthood employees. (See http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2016/06/house-committee-accidentally-releases-names-fetal-tissue-researchers-and-planned-pa
) Or, plan B, you can cry foul, say the system's rigged, and--intentionally or no--align yourselves with a certain populist alleged billionaire. In the process, you'll alienate the people whose major policies are 90% congruent with those of your beloved candidate.
Follow your heart, of course. But remember the fall, and remember that when it comes to eating metaphorical brown stuff, you could do a lot
worse than carob.