I’m a Loser?

Terrible dream last night.

Dougie standing over me, a bunch of people around, and he says, “Kam, you’re a loser.”

I had lost the election.

But why, why? I felt so sad and alone, even surrounded by so many people. And I was confused and wearing a pantsuit.

“Because of RFK Jr,” he looked at the floor as he said it, and the other people in the room, too.

And the rest of the room was kinda strange like people moving around and mumbling and shouting out reasons. I got the impressions that it wasn’t because of the votes he took away in the few states he remained on the ballots. The voters may be dumb, but they wouldn’t throw that many away.

It was a mess of reasons thrown at me. But it seemed like the point was: he explained why the Democratic Party had left him. And people heard him and it resonated with them.

The Democratic Party that used to champion free speech, rebel against and question authority, the party that demonstrated against wars, the party of the people, the party of women’s rights, and hard-working Americans…

Not any longer.

It’s now become the party of censorship, of government surveillance, of warmongers, the party of the rich elite who genuinely despise hard working Americans, whose only concern is abortion rights for women — other rights like the right to not get an experimental vaccine or the right to play sports against other women, or the right to raise their own children — those rights the Democratic Party is taking away. Quickly.

It’s the party that is in bed with big Phama, big Wall Street money managers, insider trading — where the rich get richer — without concerns for anyone else. The Democratic Party only wants power, power, and more authority, and more power.

The last part I remember clearly, “It’s ok, Kam,” Dougie said through tears. “You did your best to silence him and portray him as a kook. It’s just … it’s just — the truth usually prevails.”

Shitty dream.

We good? Hmmm. Maybe. The American Dream died under the Biden/Harris administration… maybe this dream will, too.

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