Put yourself in the shoes of one of the leading movers and shakers within the Democratic Party for a minute. Pretend you're getting a nice paycheck, pretend you're getting great healthcare benefits, pretend you get plenty of prestige and exclusive access and invitations to classy parties. And pretend you're the type of person who's willing to manipulate and deceive and kiss up and kick down and do whatever it takes to get to the top of such a structure.This is why the Democrats do not want Bernie Sanders to be elected President.
Now ask yourself, if you were such a person in such a situation, would you care if voters pick Donald Trump or Pete Buttigieg in November? Would it affect your cushy lifestyle in any way whatsoever? Would you lose your job, your prestige or your influence? No party elites lost those things in 2016. Why would you expect this time to be any different?
But you might be at risk of losing your cushy lifestyle if a forcefully anti-elitist progressive movement gets off the ground and takes control of your party. So you'd stand everything to gain by doing everything you can to prevent that from happening, and, because you don't care if Trump gets re-elected, you'd stand absolutely nothing to lose.
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Over at Woodpile Report is this lovely quote: "Democrats are requesting $50 million dollars for convention security. Why don't they just have it in a gun-free zone?"
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Say goodbye to American money, Philippines. Want US military out of your country? No problem! But American servicemen spend a lot of money on entertainment....
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Board games are not a recent invention. Most of the games in this list are thousands of years old.
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Minneapolis giving out "repair vouchers" instead of tickets to people who can't be fucked to maintain their cars. Excellent!
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Heh: "...can you even imagine a debate between Trump and Sanders? It'd sound like Reagan-Mondale round 2,..." which would be fun to watch but not for Democrats. Oh well.
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So, let me understand this. Corporation (DoorDash) makes employees sign an arbitration agreement as a condition of employment. If you want to work for DoorDash, you have to give up your right to sue for redress of grievances; you have to go to arbitration. So far so good; a lot of companies do this kind of thing, because they prefer arbitration to being sued.
But then there were so many workers wanting arbitration, it was going to cost DoorDash a hell of a lot of money--so they asked the court to let it make the collected arbitration requests into a class-action lawsuit, which they could then settle for considerably less than the arbitration fees alone would cost them.
And the judge, bless his heart, said "No."
There needs to be a lot more of this kind of thing going on. If you require an arbitration as a condition of employment, then you for damn sure ought to be required to stick to that agreement even if it becomes inconvenient for you later on. Your employees can't sue you but you can sue them? Fuck no. And in cases where the companies are allowed to convert into a class action suit, the arbitration agreements should be nullified.
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I had a dream Saturday that I was living under a nazi government. Hitler was in charge, but somehow he'd been turned into a "living document"--a loosely-bound sheaf of papers--that told the nazis what to do. I mean, he was alive, only in a kind of book form, with his face on the cover, and when he'd talk the mouth would move and everything.
There was quite a lot going on in the dream and I don't really remember much of it, except for the climactic moment when I killed Hitler...by holding him in a toilet and flushing it. It was one of those toilets which is mostly dry until you flush it, and then a powerful jet of water blasts the bowl clean. The Hitler-book, held in that stream, was screaming as I held it in the water, and I kept pulling it out so it could take a breath, which meant I stuck it into the water blast several times. It shook and screamed every time I did it, only the third or fourth time I held it under too long and Hitler drowned.
I was disappointed. I'd wanted it to take longer. I mean, this is Hitler we're talking about.
Anyway, after that, I was helping people pick up the pieces--literally, because all the people killed by the nazi regime had been turned into little plastic figurines and they were scattered everywhere.
All's well that ends well, I suppose.