Letter 2

So long to the Democratic party. If you can't beat a fascist goon awaiting sentencing on thirty-four felony counts, who can you beat?

You sold your soul to the corporatocracy, and gave nothing to those who, in hope, supported you believing that you would help them. You didn't. You “triangulated” assuming that the oppressed had nowhere else to go. You gave the workers lip service, while you gave every benefit to your Wall Street patrons. You talked inclusion and diversity, while doing nothing to further either one. The prisons bulged whether you were in charge or not. Wages stayed stagnant whether you were in charge or not. The rich got richer, and the workers couldn't afford decent homes, whether you were in charge or not.

But Wall Street did well. Very well. The bosses made more and more. And you just talked.

Eventually, the people you lied to again and again figured you out, and deserted you in droves.

And now, you are up Salt River, the whole triangulated lot of you. But you cry alone. No one who works for a living will miss you.