Each of us has a story about how we abandoned the lesser-evil faction of the Duopoly. Here’s mine.
I became eligible to vote in 1972; that year I eagerly supported George McGovern, the only Democratic nominee to this day I’ve been enthusiastic about.
In 1976, I supported progressive Arizona Congressman Mo Udall; I got Jimmy Carter (not a bad ex-president, but no progressive as president). In 1984, I was drawn to the youthful enthusiasm and new ideas of Gary Hart; I got Walter Mondale. In 1988, I liked the liberal Illinois Senator Paul Simon; I got the soporific technocrat Michael Dukakis. In 1992, I was drawn to the working-class revivalism of Iowa Senator Tom Harkin; I got the Third-Way governor of Arkansas.
See a pattern here?
I didn’t leave the Democratic Party, though, until the stolen election of 2000, in which the Supreme Court installed George W. Bush. I’ll never forget House Democratic Leader Richard Gephardt appearing at Bush’s side in the Rose Garden to support Bush’s illegal and catastrophic Iraq War. And there always seemed enough Democrats to help Bush enact his latest assault on the Constitution and Bill of Rights or conveniently ignore it, if that’s what was required of them.
So I said to heck with that and left. I did return twice, for tactical reasons: In 2004, to support Howard Dean (a little embarrassed about that one now) and, of course, last year, to back Bernie. But I’m out again and I ain’t going back.
So that’s my story. What’s yours?
— Jon Krampner