A COUNTERPUNCH WRITER named Gregory Barrett – someone whose work I had not hitherto read – thrice prodded my alleged mind
to heightened wakefulness Wednesday morning. The first prod was his
title: “Hope is Our Enemy: Fighting Boiling Frog Syndrome.” The second
prod was his reference to East Tennessee street preachers, a sidewalk
spectacle I had neither witnessed nor consciously thought about since my
boyhood years in Knoxville, but nevertheless an image painfully
relevant to our present circumstances. The final prod was his bold
assertion “hope...makes things hopeless,” which for a vastly larger
audience succinctly summarizes a point I have been making in this space
for at least seven years.
My original argument, dating from 2010, was essentially that We
the People are being drowned in “the Politics of Hopelessness” even as
our overlords are elevating hope to a synonym for patriotism and
attempting to damn as traitors any of us savvy enough to reject their
latest Orwellian language-warp.
Given
the Democratic (sic) Party's ever-intensifying efforts to co-opt the
Left-leaning reawakening provoked by Trump, whom Seattle Crosscut's frequent comment-contributor DBreneman aptly calls L'il Duce,
(for which scroll down), it is significant to note 2010's “politics of
hopelessness” also gives us a slap-in-the-face reminder of the
breathtaking Neoliberal treachery of U.S. Sen. Patty Murray...
(To read the rest, go here.)
No comments:
Post a Comment