"Man how I was wrong."
My support for the Tele-POTUS has evolved from enthusiasm, to skepticism, to cynicism, to outrage and now disgust.
Last week, in announcing his candidacy for re-election, it was also announced that he was targeting campaign contributions of at least $1 Billion. I thought to myself, the gall of this guy, who do you think is going to provide $1 billion? The unemployed twenty somethings on Facebook and Twitter? The homeless and foreclosed iPad owners? Are they really going to raise $1 billion of microcampaign contributions? Of course not.
As we now know all too painfully, this guy is a simple corporate bagman. Wall Street hems and haws, but they love him deep down. He talked our talk, but he walked their walk. It is plain and simple, he is looking to his pals Warren and Jeff and Jamie to pave the way.
Why shouldn't they, he has delivered for them and...sold the rest of us down the river.
Which brings me to the controversial segment of this post. A controversy with added poignancy given all the news hubbub about the 150th Anniversary of the Battle of Fort Sumter. The phrase "sold down the river" is a modern colloquialism for betrayal. But is has its origins in the American slave trade. To be sold down the river meant to be sold into slavery and separated from your loved ones.
But for me the term has always denoted betrayal. For slaves of Krony Amerikan Kapitalism, the phrase has taken a on an urgent modern dimension, right along with "Yes we Kan."
Over the weekend, in my mood of frustration and betrayal, I coined the term, "Corporate Uncle Tom", I am pretty certain I am not a racist or bigot, but to be sure, I ran the phrase past a few of my friends whom I know for certain are not racists or bigots. All of them understood what I was driving at and thought the term was spot on.
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