Birds of a Feather

I wonder are we, democrats, all cut from the same cloth.  I used to think we were.  My family, devote catholics, have been nothing but hardcore democrats.  Tree hugging, middle class, white folk wanting to build a better world for their children.

Classic argument, ‘did you vote for Jimmy Carter, Janice?  I hope you did!  Why won’t you tell me?’

‘I’m not going to tell you because that is my right!  It’s a free society.  Who I vote for is private and personal!’ slams my mother.

Of course, she voted for Billy’s brother.  But it was her democratic right to keep that information top secret.  God love Democracy.

Yet, as of late, I look around these political arenas.  These den’s designed for denizen’s of phone banks, these family homes splayed open with freedom of speech extremist.  Have all those do good and good things will happen supporters of OBAMA, LYNCH, CLINTON and the KENNEDYS  lost a step?

I hear, let’s get some new blood.  Yet, the screams are from old blue bloods that have held the same seat, been given the same aristocratic privileges, for the same twenty or so years, shouting the same old lines, day after day after political day.  Does my fellow political volunteer with their house on a hill.  With their LL Bean Duck boots.  With their earth friendly coffee mugs filled with fair trade coffee.  Does this well off, no dirt under the nails, no broken down stance from years on a factory floor, does this elitist democrat really want change?  Or, is it just good politics?  Really?  Who’s life and lively hood is at stake?  Theirs or mine?