There will be ten thousand times ten thousand post-mortems on Tuesday’s election, but it’s going to be hard to top this hot-take:
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[T]here’s very little, if anything, about the Democratic Party that is normal in 2024. It’s not just that the party of the working man is now the party of the Davoisie. It’s that, in the midst of shedding its loyalty to the working and middle classes, the party has transformed itself into a corporatized, single-cell organism. It no longer appears to represent a true coalition of interest groups—the way parties normally do. It is made up of platform surfers building their social media audiences on the backs of the very people they claim to bleed for: marginalized peoples, birthing people, Gazans, whoever.
They didn’t lose because they didn’t spend enough money. They didn’t lose because they failed to trot out enough celebrity influencers. They lost because they were consumed by their own self-flattery, their own sense of self-importance. They should have spent the past eight years learning from the Republicans’ very honest, if flawed, conversation about the plight of America. But they insisted on talking to themselves about the things that made them feel morally superior.
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Worst of all … the party that portrayed itself as the nation’s answer to fascism nominated its standard-bearer without consulting a single voter. They just figured that no one would mind, that most Americans would feel the way they felt—happy that they finally had a viable candidate to challenge Donald Trump.
It was insulting, and it was deeply dishonest.
Peter Savodnik, We Blew It, Joe
Do read it all if it’s not paywalled — I left out a lot that didn’t fit my perceptions or that I thought went beyond “fair use.”
By the way: I’m in the camp that was not offended that Kamala was coronated, not elected, and I don’t know how helpful it would have been for the country to announce that President Biden was incompetent as our adversaries looked on and salivated.
I suffer more from the humiliations inflicted by my country than from those inflicted on her.
Simone Weil, from a letter to Georges Bernanos.
I don’t do any of the major social media, but I have two sub-domains of the domain you’re currently reading: (a) You can read most of my reflexive stuff, especially political here. (b) I also post some things on the only social medium I frequent, because people there are quirky, pleasant and real.
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