If I Were an American Progressive…

If I were an American progressive, I would be angry as hell at the Democratic Party’s decision to do to my movement — the party’s true grassroots — what the Republicans have done for decades to constitutional conservatives, namely tell us to cool our heels at the back of the bus and not make too much noise during an election campaign.

If I were an American progressive, I would be staring in disbelief at my favorite major party’s choice to run as its presidential ticket a blithering idiot who is utterly oblivious to progressive ideology and a cynical career climber who, like her pantsuit predecessor Hillary Clinton, only talks the radical talk as a strategy for personal advancement.

If I were an American progressive, I would be looking at 2020 as a choice between a doddering old milquetoast whose presidency will force us to “keep quiet” about social problems so as not to appear to be blaming our own party for racism, sexism, poverty, and the rest of our Marxist mumbo jumbo, and, on the other side, the divisive, abrasive, abusive, fly-attracting blowhard whose presidency has done more to advance our ground game and enliven our old “prairie fire” instincts than any president in my lifetime.

If I were an American progressive, I would be going for broke on the violence, extremism, and overt government overthrow talk during the run-up to the November election, instigating as much civil unrest as possible, and using my friends in the mainstream media to pump up the volume on my every hateful, inflammatory, anti-American screed.

For if I were an American progressive, I would be praying to the gods of global communism that Donald Trump is re-elected in 2020.