An amazing book coming out of the Bernie Sanders Revolution: A Second Stab At Our Revolution.
Bernie Sanders might be down, but he sure ain’t out.
The one-time presidential candidate, who lives in a perpetual state of preparing to run for president, is back and more socialist than ever in this epic revival of his Our Revolution.
I was blown away by Our Revolution. The arguments were beyond convincing…. I’m ready to get even more blown away by the next revolution!
—Corey Booker
Well Corey, get ready for the blow, because this part deux connives at the truth while contriving new and even more convincing facts and figures, plus fresh original content that makes us go gooey inside.
I am revved up for the Bernie Sanders revolution, if a black 80-something can say that word without being called a hypocrite.
—Maxine Waters
Now with an emotionally fructifying and morally ambiguous afterword—a portion of which we present below (with explicit permission from Team Bernie):
…but I’m an idealist. How I wish I could simply jump on the bandwagon, set my sails to the latest political theory, to link arms with the party lately come to power.
But alas I cannot, for my conscience, though perhaps dented and deformed, yet compels me. Indeed I must follow it into the wiles of democratic socialism. I have no recourse. I must wave the flag of democratic socialism proud and true and high.
God, what a rush! The breezes, I can feel the breezes blowing!
I must let the flag wave in the breezes, yet unlike the sail I may not allow it to be carried here and there by the winds of fortune, lead where they may.
No, I will affix the flag to a flag pole, which itself is cemented deeply into the ground of solidarity. It will buck the contrary winds. It will stay the course.
A Poem For Friends
i am a diehard socialist,
a socialist through and through,
and to the ideals of socialism,
forever i’ll be true.i will not lag though a million fall
at my right hand and my left,
for the worst thought I could e’er have
is this country of socialism bereft.Sometimes I read the life of Joseph Fouche with a kind of wistful longing.
In those dark hours when the French revolutionary in me comes out, when I don my stockings and pantaloons and powdered wig and whet my saber, when the dark specter looms overhead, I wish that I could, as Fouche did time and again, switch political sides as the need arose, without compunction, without concern that the thing I’m leaving behind might fall apart.
In that glorious moment, I am Fouche, and all the world rises with me.
His principle was power, through and through, and it guided his every move.
And while I echo that lust for authority—for no democratic socialist is worth his and/or her salt if he and/or she cannot flex his totalitarian muscle and crush the opposition with an iron fist of raw power—still, sometimes it pains me that I must be so tried and true to the causes I espouse.
I am as orthodox in the espousal of these causes, as firm in their practice, as rigid in my dogmatic stance, as conservatives are in theirs. I
If I am an opportunist—hear me—I am an opportunist only on behalf of democratic socialism—never merely the capitalistic clamor for power.
Some say that this is my greatest strength. But I, friend, feel more often than not that it is my great weakness.
So what am I to do? Shall I throw off that almighty surge and pulse within me to establish a progressive state in this nation in order to link arms with those who aren’t quite as socialistic as I am? Shall I—god forbid—link arms with the Republicans when they through their vile machinations rape their way to power that I might share in that bounty?
No, send that filth back to the zero-carbon emission recycling bin.
I will tell you what I will do and what I must do. Come what may, I must continue to ride the socialism horse at full tilt.
And like Paul Revere, my head held high, the banners unfurled, my lance at the ready, I will ride forth in splendid array to conquer capitalism, to raze it, sow its land with salt, and then build in its place a multitude of enormous concrete apartment complexes in which everyone can live, each having the same pay, the same resources, the same air, the same soul.
One nation, under Bernie, with redistribution, free health care, and social justice for all.
To cry out a warning by lamplight against the evil that will soon overrun this nation: The Capitalists are coming! The Capitalists are coming!
O God! What a travesty terrifying and bitter! I want to puke. My soul cringes with dry heaves.
I will fight for this cause—yea and verily, while there is breath in my body, I will live for this cause.
And so long as the royalties are sufficient, I will even consider writing a book about dying for it.
See you at the polls.
NOTE: Due to the rapacious and unjust nature of American capitalism, especially that form perpetrated by the felon Donald J. Trump, Bernie Sanders is forced to resort to capitalistic measures to support himself and his campaign, until such time as he is elected President of these United States, at which time he will graciously and wisely evolve into the Socialism Sultan and live solely on the redistributed collective wealth of The People. While it might appear at present that he is ‘thinking left and living right’, this is merely an expedient. Once Bernie is president, the whole truth and heart of the man will be revealed.