Delaware Liberal

Open Thread Feb. 12: Vote in Haste, Collect Unemployment at Leisure

Today is Lincoln’s birthday, raising the question: If he had foreseen Trump, would Lincoln have thought saving the Union was so important? That would be like a guy who lovingly restored a ’67 Charger watching his grandson steer it into a telephone pole.

Because Democrats didn’t talk about jobs, Trump got away with pretending he would do something about the disemployment of the blue-collar work force. In truth, of course, he never meant a word of it and wouldn’t know how to do it if he did, as the poor saps working the mills in Wisconsin have learned. Vote in haste, collect unemployment at leisure.

Why don’t Democrats care more about jobs? As I said yesterday, because they’re too busy sucking up to corporations, which try to shed jobs. Evidence? Here. Take a look at the flood of lobbyists who attended last summer’s Democratic state lawmaker confab. Redress of grievances, my ass.

This feckless attitude toward the corporations that are silently imposing their version of one-world government on us all might be why moderate Democrats can’t win for losing:

Democrats thus live in a thankless world in which they have responsibility without real power. If they accept less than a full loaf, they are trashed for not sticking to principle. If they turn down what they are offered, they are accused of obstruction.

Want more evidence that Democrats just can’t quit the sweet, sweet green? Look at the Democratic Party’s love affair with nuclear energy (nobody loves it more than tiny-brained Tom Carper). As Axios says, this is causing a divide among Democrats between those who say we should aim for 100% renewable energy and those who insist we’ll get off fossil fuels faster if we just spend tens of billions of dollars on plants that will produce radioactive waste we don’t know what to do with. Do you really think humanity can find a safe place to store it for 10,000 years when the people of this country couldn’t go 250 years without electing a stone-cold, brass-plated moron?

Meanwhile, on the back of Trump’s head lies yet another mystery: How did he get that Darth Vader scar? The Daily Beast, leaving no flap of skin unturned, consulted with some plastic surgeons whose educated guess was scalp-reduction surgery back in the ’80s, when the now-obsolete operation was something of a rage among the follicle-challenged-playboy set.

Speaking of rat fur, ever hear of a South American rodent called a nutria? It’s almost as big as a beaver and even more destructive. Introduced to North America over 100 years ago, it’s been tearing up the Gulf Coast ever since. California had some, too, but state officials though they had eradicated them all a few years back. Sadly, no: they’re back. My modest proposal is that California chefs start featuring them on marsh-to-table menus. They’ll be gone in no time.

The Delmarva Peninsula, particularly on the Chesapeake side, also fought a nutria infestation over the past two decades, but as in California, trapping has worked at thinning, if not eliminating, the population. This was the most recent story I could find on the local situation, which seemed to be improving as of two years ago.

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