I am always game to join a group that makes sense. And provides food. And provides me the opportunity to meet chicks. I have to admit that if I had to choose – I’m not just a joiner but mostly a lover, at least in theory. As you might guess a Neurotic Man has some difficulty in the Don Juan arena. That’s where joining a group helps – it’s my cover, it’s my façade… it’s my beard ala Woody Allen. There are two major problems though. The first is that I hate being in a group of people. It’s a law of physics I think, that the more people you have in a room the greater the chance that one of them is a jerk and that the jerk will latch on to you like a lactating baby.
And the second thing is that I can’t join just any group. No, I’m not about to join a bunch of wackadoodles that carry a bunch of guns or want to hurt anyone or want to say anything nasty about anyone else and who eat bad food. Especially the bad food thing. I may be a woose but at least I’m a healthy woose. : http://www.amazon.com/Neurotic-Man-Richard-Georges-ebook/dp/B00A6TOK24
I turned on the TV and listened to Bernie Sanders and I definitely felt the Bern. Perhaps it was spilling soup on my lap as I watched TV. Anyway I took that Burn as the Bern and a sure sign – there must be babes at Bernie’s headquarters! I thought about it first – did I want to be branded a Socialist by Hillary and her ilk? Well, I like Social Security and perhaps someday I’ll be old enough to collect some of those bucks. And I like Medicare and perhaps some day…ditto! If that’s being a Socialist then count me in.
So I went to the headquarters and one look at my jittery appearance and I could tell there was no way they were going to put this Neurotic Man on the street talking to people. I was assigned instead, pushing a button on a copy machine. One button. The other buttons were verboten. Perhaps the other buttons were for second year volunteers?
As for the babe thing they were all too young. I’m an old Neurotic Man and there’s no way I want to get involved with a young Neurotic Woman (or her with me). Young Neurotic Women are too jumpy, certainly not stable like me.
Anyway, it was all a great disappointment. Too much work and no one to hook up with. But their cause is good so I tell others about Bernie hoping they feel the Bern. The more volunteers there are the less I have to do. Feel the Bern!
From the Bernie Sanders website:
“Their conclusion: “The preferences of the average American appear to have only a minuscule, near-zero, statistically nonsignificant impact upon public policy.”
Instead, lawmakers respond to the moneyed interests – those with the most lobbying prowess and deepest pockets to bankroll campaigns.
It’s sobering that Gilens and Page’s data come from the period 1981 to 2002, before the Supreme Court opened the floodgates to big money in its “Citizens United” and “McCutcheon” decisions. Their study also predated the advent of super PACs and “dark money,” and even the Wall Street bailout.
If average Americans had a “near-zero” impact on public policy then, their impact is now zero.
Which explains a paradox I found a few months ago when I was on book tour in the nation’s heartland: I kept bumping into people who told me they were trying to make up their minds in the upcoming election between Sanders and Trump.
At first I was dumbfounded. The two are at opposite ends of the political divide.
But as I talked with these people, I kept hearing the same refrains. They wanted to end “crony capitalism.” They detested “corporate welfare,” such as the Wall Street bailout.
They wanted to prevent the big banks from extorting us ever again. Close tax loopholes for hedge-fund partners. Stop the drug companies and health insurers from ripping off American consumers. End trade treaties that sell out American workers. Get big money out of politics.
Somewhere in all this I came to see the volcanic core of what’s fueling this election.” https://berniesanders.com/the-volcanic-core-fueling-the-2016-election/