
Pigfucker Multipurpose Trump Tool
Devin “Pigfucker” Nunes was an early adopter of Donald Trump’s unique blend of authoritarianism and kakistocracy, and it’s not hard to understand why; it takes a whole lotta institutional white supremacy to keep men so maliciously mediocre in positions of power.

Der Postmeister Postmaster General
Donald Trump had a problem. A problem called “democracy.” See, he LIKED being President, (well, not the work part, but definitely charging the Secret Service to pee) but those rat-bastard Founding Fathers built all these dumb ol’ “elections” into their dumb ol’ “Constitution,” and smack dab in the middle of an economy you personally wrecked and a pandemic you disastrously mismanaged is nobody’s idea of a great time for a performance review.

Liar Tuck Middling Telefascist
To level with y’all up front, I think Tucker Carlson is the most dangerous man in America. He’s the mouth of American fascism, and Donald Trump’s unofficial Chief Disinformation Dispenser, and, ultimately, a manufacturer of brownshirts.

Reichskommissar Floridaman Death Cult Reality Show Competitor/Actual Fucking Governor
One of Trump’s earliest congressional taint remoras, Ron DeSantis rode a wave of I’m With Stupid first to the Florida GOP’s 2018 gubernatorial nomination, and then, because learning from mistakes is apparently for cucks, to a narrow general election victory.

Wrinkly Gamera Breaker of Senates
There is no greater proof that the Republican base has no goddamn sense than Mitch McConnell’s consistently dismal approval rating from voters of his own party; the man is absolute ghoul, yes, and certainly he projects little folksy warmth, but he puts Ws on the board. Big ones. More than anybody I’ve ever seen.

The Vainglorious MTG Actual Fucking Congresswoman, Heaven Help Us
Take an unusually weak mind, surgically remove evolution’s hard-won capacity to tell fact from fiction, fill the empty spaces with hate, and you’ve got Marjorie Taylor Greene. Drop that mind in the middle of the I-know-we’re-not-supposed-to-dismiss-MAGA-whites-as-racist-hillbillies-but-COME-ON shithole known as the Georgia 14th, and you’ve got the dumbest, most malicious member of the United States Congress, and ascendant American fascism’s loudest, vilest mouth.

Incesto, the Treasonous Clown Freelance Legal Idiot
When Rudy Giuliani, having just chugged a bottle of methamphetamine-laced NyQuil, stumbled onstage to deliver his apocalyptic sermon of fear at the 2016 Republican Nation Convention, you knew something was deeply fucked in this country.

NUMBER TWO
Vice-President
Mike Pence is the Patron Saint of Mediocre White Dudes, and the Roman God of Failing Upwards.
A Democrat in his youth, Pence, like many men of limited intelligence, turned to religious conservatism for the convenience of being able to end arguments by claiming God shares his every fear and prejudice, while forgiving his every shortcoming, how convenient.

POMPEY THE NOT GREAT
Secretary of State
Mike Pompeo is one of those performatively pious fake Christians who loves using his loudly-claimed-but-seldom-followed faith like a cudgel while ignoring every single word of the actual Bible, including “and” and “the.”

UNSEXY REXY
Secretary of State
Over the course of three decades, Rex Tillerson fucked, bribed, and murdered his way to the top of Exxon Mobil, like some sort of jowlsy Eva Peron.

BILIOUS BILL
Attorney General
William Barr actually taught me a valuable lesson. See, I didn’t look too closely at Bill when he was nominated to be Attorney General. After Jeff “Too Racist for the 80’s” Sessions and the masculine toilet guy, honestly, he looked like a nice, refreshing, safe, traditional Republican. An institutionalist who could bring a little much-needed stability.
And then he turned out to be a fascist, and one of the most dangerous enemies of democracy in American history. Whoops. My bad.

MNUCHBAG
Secretary of the Treasury
Steve Mnuchin, like his namesake, the Noise You Make When You’re Dry Heaving After Getting Food Poisoning From Eating Truck Stop Gas Station Roller Hot Pockets on a Road Trip, is deeply unpleasant, and may result in the involuntary voiding of foul-smelling bodily fluids.

THE GENERALS
Secretary of Defense
Chief of Staff
National Security Advisor
Holy shit, there are Generals all over the place these days, aren’t there?
Retired General James Mattis serves as Secretary of Defense. Retired General John Kelly ran Homeland Security for a bit, before becoming the Lead Executive Branch Babysitter, excuse me, Chief of Staff. H.R. McMaster’s the National Security Advisor, and hell, he’s still on active duty.

OL’ BEAUREGARD The President's Loyal Huntin' Dawg
Attorney General
Jefferson Beauregard Sessions, third generation of his family to carry the name of a Confedarate piece of trash and also a second Confederate piece of trash, is living his dream. As Velveeta Goebbels’ Attorney General, he’s turning back the clock to a time when women and minorities knew their place, and mediocre white dudes like himself got to run everything, even if they weren’t especially bright.

ZINKE BOOTZ
Ryan Zinke is like if the crappiest robot in Westworld escaped and jumped into conservative politics. He’s such a cartoon cowboy, I bet his right boot says “Andy” on the bottom.

WIL-BUR, THE GNOME KING
Secretary of Commerce
When a witch’s curse transformed his master into a Beast and his fellow servants into household objects, Wilbur Ross became a decorative garden gnome. Unlike the rest of his compatriots, he ventured out into the world to make his fortune in the realm of shady international finance and money laundering, and when True Love’s Kiss lifted the curse, Wilbur was too far away for the enchantment to reverse, and thus he remains trapped in gnome form forever.

PLAGUEMASTER T
Secretary of Health and Human Services
If the Hippocratic Oath is binding in any sort of spiritual sense, Tom Price is royally fucked, y’all. There is some straight Dante shit awaitin’ him in the afterlife.

DOCTOR NAPTIME
Secretary of Housing and Urban Development
Dr. Ben Carson is only in politics because he was rude President Obama to his face. At the 2013 National Prayer Breakfast, a traditionally non-political event, Dr. Ben, having been invited as the keynote speaker, decided to use his time to shit on the President and his policies.

THE DEVOSTATOR
Secretary of Education
Betsy DeVos is what happens when bored white ladies have enough money to really fuck shit up. Turns out, if you’re born rich and marry richer, you don’t have to settle for a book club, you can buy yourself a whole cabinet department!

SCOTTY 2 HAUGHTY
Administrator of the EPA
Scott Pruitt, like a lot of boys his age, grew up watching Captain Planet cartoons. Unlike most boys his age, he decided that the various sludge-smog-and-toxic-waste-slinging villains were the role models for him.
Ok, fine. Pruitt is ten years too old to have grown up on Captain Planet, but fuck you, that’s a good opening paragraph. Make your own fucking website, you don’t like it.

PUBIS
Chief of Staff
Nobody wants to be Reince Priebus when they grow up. He’s just so immediately recognizable as a weaselly little tapeworm of a man, y’know?
Reince Priebus is the sort of person who would be played by Brad Dourif in a film.

DARTH WINO
Chief Strategist
Steve Bannon played Bob Ewell in a high school production of To Kill a Mockingbird, and liked it so much he decided to stay in the character for the rest of his life.
A self-described Leninist, and an outspoken populist*, Bannon wants to kidney-punch the administrative state, give it a wedgie, and steal its lunch money.

JAR-JAR
Senior Advisor/Son-in-Law
Jared Kushner was born on third base and thinks he invented baseball.
Jared’s dad, Charles Kushner, went to jail for tax evasion, illegal campaign donations, and, ahem, “witness tampering,” by which I mean he set his brother-in-law up with a hooker (not, I’m sad to report, of the Pissing Russian variety) and recorded their genital-smushing in order to blackmail him.

PRINCESS IVANKA
Daddy’s Little Girl
Ivanka Trump is what happens when you cross Gwyneth Paltrow with Mussolini’s dumbest, laziest aide-de-camp. Watching her try to sell her father’s fascism as some sort of pro-woman lifestyle brand, marketed in the sickliest imaginable shade of pink, has been one of the most bizarre subplots of this nightmare we can’t seem to pinch ourselves out of.

THE EMPRESS MALARIA
First Lady
So, while Melania Trump is perhaps not as shitty as many of the crooks, Nazis, and Nazi crooks who inhabit her dirtbag husband’s world, she manages to impressively shitty in her own right.

HEY, KELLYANNE!
Senior Counsel
Hey, Kellyaaaaaaaaaaaanne!
Hey, Kellyaaaaaaaaaaaanne!
When you worked for Akin, things weren’t simple
Cuz he got caught on tape
With legitimate rape

4-HEDD THE SHITTY WHITE GUY FROM BEYOND THE STARS
Senior Advisor for Policy
Why is it always the shittiest imaginable white dudes who turn out to be white supremacists?
Stephen Miller, who started balding eleven seconds after his conception, has by all accounts been a sack of monkey shit pretty much every single minute of his life.

THE MOOCH
Director of Communications
Oh wow, this new Communications Director looks like a real character, huh?
Where to begin? Ok, Anthony Scaramucci first came to –
Wait, what? Really?

KKKRIS KKKOBACH
White Supremacist Multi-Tool
Kris Kobach is like the protagonist of the white supremacist version of one of those Disney movies where a kid learns to chase his dreams, no matter how big. The kid gets tired of the monotonous grind of burning crosses on just one lawn at a time, and dreams of burning a cross big enough for the whole dang country!
Maybe he has a talking/singing Confederate flag for a sidekick. Named “Bedford.”

“DOC” GORKA
Roving Freelance Fascist
As seen in the famed documentary RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK, when the Ark of the Covenant was opened on an uncharted island north of Crete, the burning light that issued thereof reduced the Nazi soldiers present to piles of ash and molten flesh. In time, the rains washed the fascist bio-goo into the island’s sewage system, where it mixed with the shit and piss and used tampons and such, and in time it congealed, took the shape of a man (albeit an unattractive one), slapped on a pair of glasses, and Sebastian Gorka was formed.
On the Eve of (CALL IT ALREADY, KORNACKI, YOU BASTARD) Victory, I’d Like to Say Thanks
My friends, please forgive me, I need to do something a little different tonight.
First of all, I don’t think I could possibly handle reliving this week; it was overwhelming and exhausting the first time ‘round, and besides, there are only so many ways to say, “and then I refreshed the page yet again, my intimacy with the county maps of Pennsylvania and Georgia growing so deep the disembodied outlines of Gwinnett and Allegheny haunted me in my fleeting moments of sleep.”
(Also, I drank a great deal, and feel certain I missed a detail or two. Last I remember, the Cubs won the World Series, and somebody found some e-mails on Anthony Weiner’s laptop…did I miss anything?)
Just to get the bare minimum level of chroniclin’ out of the way so the boss doesn’t ride my ass, yes, Tangerine Idi Amin, as expected, delivered his horrifyingly fascistic yet amusingly low-energy little speech, rejecting reality and democracy once and for all, inciting his shitbag cult to some rather frightening public displays which I pray don’t escalate any further.
But it doesn’t feel nearly so dangerous anymore; we all know a broken man when we see one. Y’know, for a career criminal who (ghost) wrote the book on one-way loyalty, somehow the dumb shit has been caught completely off guard by this heaping spoonful of his own medicine, administered by Mitch McConnell without even the courtesy of soothing airplane noises. Dolt.
Anyway.
I started tinkering with this post Tuesday night, when we were still a bit shellshocked by the unexpected composition of the electorate; when we learned the pollsters had once again failed to detect the seemingly infinite waves of the MAGA horde, like we were trapped in an old Gauntlet cabinet with more of the little fuckers than the stack of quarters mom gave us could hope to cope with; when the visions of sugarplum fairies and expanded courts dissipated, and American monsters seemed to lurk in every shadow.
I understand that to a great extent that emotional moment has passed, as we’ve watched the Biden/Harris landslide accumulate, vote by excruciating vote. We deserve our weekend of celebration and release; I personally plan on devoting most of my Sunday to just exhaling, possibly for 3-4 hours at a stretch.
Anyway, I don’t want to spend this moment wallowing in the filth of Trump and Trumpism, there’s plenty of that waiting for us in the days ahead, as a White House full of cornered rats chew through one another’s very flesh, desperately seeking exits that no longer exist. And of course one wants to block out adequate time to fully appreciate the splendor of the Dobbses and the Hannitys in decline, the tantrums they throw as reality’s grim hammer smashes their precious marionette to pieces. Certainly whichever streaming service offers me the best seat to observe Steve Bannon’s ongoing downfall has earned my subscription money.
Time for all that soon enough. Like I said, I’d like to do something a little different tonight.
I’d like to talk about you.
It’s been a tricky week to navigate emotionally, but you’ve absorbed Tuesday’s House and Senate disappointments by now and you’re ready for the new fight in Georgia. You’ve learned how to do that over the last four years, haven’t you? How to do take punch after punch, and periodically a sledgehammer, and just keep on coming.
We’ve all had to. The bastards’ plan, and I guess you have to give them credit for sticking to it, was to pelt us with shit every hour of every day until we broke down, but we didn’t break down. We took it, all of it, for four years, and we didn’t look away and we held each other up and we found, each of us in our own way, the ability to give as much as we had to give.
And it was enough.
It was just enough, actually.
Because holy shit, the hydra had a few more heads than we were expecting. More fucking heads than even Rasmussen dared to conjure. And a coalition we thought would frolic to a landslide turned out to be juuuuust big enough to deliver the map-changing statement win the nation needed.
Like 2016, the margin for error was narrower than we understood. Unlike 2016, we never took our eye off the ball, we worked every day like we were ten points behind, and this time, even the last-minute appearance of millions of surprise scumbags wasn’t enough to defeat us.
Which is why the pundits mocking the millions of dollars we sent to long shot campaigns like Amy McGrath’s and Jamie Harrison’s are so wrong. They’d have you believe that was folly. It wasn’t. It was hope.
Hope was not always easy to come by, with a President regularly inciting terrorism from the Oval Office, but you didn’t lose hope, did you? Okay, you did, once or twice, we all did, but when you needed a few days to put your head and your heart back together, somebody picked up the slack for you, and you returned the favor in time.
And yes, we hoped the voters of even the reddest states would see the stark disparity between what the two parties were offering this year and make better choices. That hope built this coalition, the largest in American history, and tonight I’m honestly kind of in awe at how that coalition turned out to be barely, but exactly what we needed to win.
Just enough young people were inspired to show up. Just enough NeverTrump Republicans put party over country. Just enough women and non-white voters turned out, and you have to believe that has something to do with the long overdue diversification of the party’s elected officials, particularly our talented and inspiring Blue Wave freshmen class.
And if we hadn’t won the Blue Wall state governments in the midterms, if it was loyal Trump stooges administering these elections and counting these ballots right now, could we trust the results to be the same? Remember how much work we did in 2018? Turns out it was worth it; we needed every bit of it.
I think we’ve learned the arc of history doesn’t bend towards justice on its own; it takes serious elbow grease to wrestle that fucker into place. It truly appears as though we needed every single drop of sweat from every single one of us, 75 million Americans giving everything they had to give, as one, together, to win this fight.
And from where I’m sitting, that means we couldn’t have pulled any of this off without your work, YOU, reading this right now. Without that Saturday afternoon you spent text banking, that cousin you talked into registering to vote for the very first time, that $5 donation you sent to a candidate in a district you’ve never once set foot in, Donald Trump might have ridden a wave of hate to a mandate to end all the best things about this country.
For the rest of my life, I’ll feel a chill down my spine, thinking about what that second term would have meant, with all the babysitters replaced by willing collaborators. This was no longer the Adam Sandler/Kevin James crew of bungling dipshits who couldn’t find the light switches; they’d figured out what they wanted to break and where the weak points were. Shit, they tried to destroy the entire fucking US Postal Service on a desperate whim, just to steal away our sacred right to fire them for their failings.
And whatever evil shit Bill Barr was cooking up in the dark corners of his fascist imagination…let me just say I’m thankful we won’t be shelving that particular book in the non-fiction section.
Because we beat the twisted fucks! And I truly believe, however great or small your contribution to the fight, we wouldn’t have won without you. And I hope that exorcises any lingering ghosts of 2016 for you, and I hope that in those long dark nights that come to us all from time to time, you remember the work you did when it mattered most, and the memory of it brings you peace. You deserve that. You earned it.
Anyway. Thanks for listening to me yammer on like this, we’ll get back to poo jokes next week. In the meantime, let’s get to work whoopin’ a couple of Georgia grifters’ asses, huh? Let’s reunite some families!
(Ok, for now let’s keep on waiting for the damn election to get called. I really thought it would’ve happened by the time I was done. Yeesh.)
Beautiful words, Cap. You keep my soul sane.
Beautiful words Cap. You keep my soul sane.
Thank you for all you do and have done.
I sincerely appreciate you a great deal more than I can express.
Well said, Cap. It’s been a long four years, hasn’t it? But it’s almost over. And there’s nothing that monster can do to change that. Hey, don’t forget to give yourself a little pat on the back too, for reminding us all what was/is at stake. YOU are a treasure.
Yes I totally freaked out Wednesday at about 1am after looking at all the red states on some news map on who knows what TV station. I of course feel better now but I just want Biden to actually get the 270 electoral college votes already.
Who knows if trump will actually walk his fat ass out of the White House in January, but him being dragged out would even be better.
Cap, I’m chilled by the thought that if we hadn’t done everything exactly right, if one damn little thing somewhere had gone a smidge different, then the Orange Fat Fuck would be gloating and planning his next grift as the American Experiment ends. It should not be this close.
Having marched with signs in the 60s, only to watch the nation gradually go to hell over succeeding decades, will confess that 2016 all but broke our spirits entirely. It was the serendipitous discovery of folks like you, Cap, that served as an elixir and brought out our inner Yogi Berra: it ain’t over till it’s over, amirite? For doggedly flogging us with your snide but relentless optimism, we can never thank you enough. We found energy and purpose we thought long buried before our own demise. and it has given us a new beginning, for which we are forever grateful.
Get some rest, everyone, so we can flip yet another turtle on his back in January. Our best to all from Delmarva:)
Love your posts, Cap. Keep up the good work! So-o-o-o thankful we’ll have someone who believes in government FOR the people and BY the people. So ready for this stupid election to be called for Biden!
I can hardly believe it’s (almost) over. It’s been a long long 400 years.
Thank you for all your blogs. You helped me cope and made me laugh.
Two things: First, I too am appalled that this election was so close. It was and is a shock that so many people were ready to give him four more years. And they will be among us for the duration. How to deal with them? This is the question of the hour. Their mindset is utterly unfathomable. Second, you, sir, are a patriot of the first order, in the tradition of the patriots of 1776. What they started, you helped maintain because, as we all know, Democracy must be continually earned and maintained through communication and vigilance. Thank you!
Uplifting and inspirational words, Cap, that really move me. Thank you. You’ve been a big part of the resistance and helped seriously save our sanity. There are a few scary months to come till the orange monster finally slinks off, but maybe we can start to breathe our first shaky breath of relief and hope.
Another masterpiece and so appropriate. We gotta keep the army of blue state residents texting, phoning and donating to Democratic candidates in Georgia, Texas, Iowa, etc. I saw some really good candidates lose this time that I supported because the 10 million surge of MAGA maggots we never knew were out there. In two years if we are still energized we can get back our cushion in the house and create one in the Senate because the cult will be back to doing whatever the hell they were doing before the the fat fascist bastard pied piper them into his cult.
Thank you, Cap, for your very kind words. I was so broken-hearted and dispirited after the 2016 election. I found support online that same night, which soon turned into the Resistance. I have been doing all I could every day since, but once I found your blog, it made the fight a lot easier. Your wit and encouragement have been invaluable. I am so deeply grateful for everyone who has fought so hard during the past 4 years, and special thanks to you and others who have provided leadership and motivation to just put keep leaning in and pushing forward. The past few days have been a special kind of torture, but it seems the end is in sight. I will donate to the Senate run-offs, and I hold on to hope that when those millions who still supported Trump see how much better our country will be under real leadership, they will stop being such assholes.
Take care, and have a drink for me, as I will for you. See you on the other side of this shit show.
The best defense against fear and despair is laughter. That laughter can be generated by sarcasm, ridicule, absurdity, insight into the human condition, parody and satire. You have managed, along with quite a few others, such as The Rude Pundit, Sarah Cooper, Randy Rainbow to provide these sanity sustaining sacraments at a time hen they were sorely needed. perhaps more than at anytime in many decades. If we are heroes it is because we were inspired by heroes to join them in the fight.
Without your shade being flung twice-weekly AND the assistance of my very own Emotional Support Canadian (and more than a few bottles of Yukon Jack – no, he’s not my Emotional Support Canadian) I’d have “lit out for the territories” long before now.
But I prefer to think of myself as a worthy descendant to the ancestors who put their lives on the line in every war where Americans have lifted a weapon. Including what was shaping up to be the Civil War 2.0.
Nerves have not settled. Fingernails remain chewed to bloody stubs. But, dammit, we’re almost there!! And the Schadenfreude Brigade has promised to be on our best behavior when The Donald leaves the White House. Okay, maybe just a little smirking… And perhaps someone might bellow out that classic phrase we’ve been waiting four years to say: “YOU’RE FIRED!!”
But we promise no flying garbage will head Trump’s way on our watch!
No quarter will be given to the Stevens, however, not Bannon, nor Miller, nor Mnuchin. Prepare for incoming vegetables dripping with mold, you turds!!
You always find the perfect thing to say. Thanks for everything you have done—and will continue to do.
Super Shoutout to Cap. His outstanding activism and his kick-ass, unfiltered narratives regularly exposed our very annoying, and very depraved corporate plutocracy. Of course the Comedy continues. Trump’s goon, Steve Bannon, called for murder of the FBI Director and Dr. Anthony Fauci.
And Super Shoutout to the 75M patriots who chose Democracy. But we must ask why 71M deplorable shitholes chose Herd Mentality, and chose Herd Immunity. Their Plague is raging due to their attempts to infect everyone.
Why all this madness? Maybe it is the same as when Melania Trump plagiarized Michelle Obama and promoted “birtherism” to the yahoos. The great patriot Bree Newsome Bass, explains.
Nov 4: “Please stop saying working class white people ‘vote against their interests’ when they side with racism. That perspective refuses to acknowledge material benefits these folks obtain by preserving a white supremacist system. They don’t want racial equality or economic competition.”
I want to thank you for help keeping me sane. I greatly look forward to your bi-weekly rantings. You are a master wordsmith. You are a weird genius at making up insults — you must have been a hilarious child. 😉
Well said Captn! Thank you– for everything. And please keep on keepin’ on– your blog is great and a (almost) painless way to absorb the news.
Grateful for all you’ve done, and all you’ll do going forward. Just thanks. ; )
Cap,
Thanks again and again for the moral support. Please stay engaged at least through January. I fear we will need you to get through the coming shit-storm. My donation to the Georgia Senate campaign will hopefully be echoed by other “Capster’s” as we move into the most important senate election in my lifetime.
YOU are an awesome writer! Your style, this week, is so different, yet, it just shows how versatile your writing can be. Kudos!
As of this comment, the news has come out that Biden/Harris wins! I have cried since! LOL The relief, the realization of hope, the exhaustion! I, personally, didn’t do that much. I addressed postcards for ‘Mom’s Rising’. I commented and shared posts I felt needed to get out to more people. I think I lost a lot of FB followers because of it. I don’t care. I’ve been in chemo for bone marrow cancer since March, yeah, as soon as the pandemic hit! In my vulnerable condition, I did what I could do from the isolation of my home. I asked my fellow Resistors to ‘cover me’ when I was too weak to do anything and they came through splendidly!
I want to thank you for being among my fellow Resistors. You’ve made the journey so much better! And, funny!
Blessings,
Su
WE DID IT!!!
Say it aloud: President Elect Joseph R. Biden and Vice President Elect Kamala Harris. If you don’t have an orgasm, you didn’t say loud enough.
Oh yes, thank you Cap. Now finish off that last bottle and get a real sleep tonight.
Thank you thank you. I am crying with relief although I
know the next two months will be the most difficult and the Treasonweasel administration will be at their worst.
One of your best, Cap! Thank you for helping us survive the past four years of Hell, with even some laiughter!
Please know that any recount in Wisconsin must be PRE-PAID.
I cracked open the bottle of champagne and am celebrating today. Tomorrow, we get to work, together.
Love all of you Resisters! Cheers!
Have you given any thought to what you’ll do when we don’t have grifters and con-men at every level of government? We still need your services, Cap, because when #45 turned over the rock, all sorts of low lifes crawled out from under it. And they’re not going back under any time soon. We still have Moscow Mitch with his foot on the jugular of OUR nation, and the riff-raff will be back in 2022 and 2024, when I fully expect another unqualified Trump on the ballot. Now, if we could only get his name off the building here in downtown Chicago…
Yes to all the accolades given to you above. You most certainly have kept some of us fairly sane and aware of what we need to look out for. You have been a crazy but correct port in this storm, and I truly appreciate it. You deserve to rest for a while, but not too long. We still have to live through these last weeks of the craziness, and we need you to help us do just that.
To all folks talking of donations to ‘hopeless” campaigns, I say malarkey. To win in the long term, we need to follow Howard Dean’s 50-state strategy and fight everywhere. Giving Republicans “safe zones” from which to attack was always a foolish tactic, designed more for consultants eager to show their candidate “won” rather than move the Democratic Party’s goals forward.
Come Monday, we need to work on winning both Senate run-off races in Georgia, and also start strengthening the grass root organizations that helped us win in 2020, and make sure there’s an organized local Democratic Party volunteer organization in every county in every state. Let’s stop the Republican Party’s hate and fear campaign in 2022, 2024, and onward!