“Victory has a thousand fathers,” President Kennedy once said, “but defeat is an orphan.” By the measure that supposedly counted most—winning the Democratic nomination, and then the White House—the Bernie Sanders campaign was not a success. For many of us who felt the Bern, the past months have been a painful progress through the five stages of grief. (Speaking only for myself, I’m still having trouble getting past depression.)
For 17 months, since the Minsk Agreements were signed in February 2015 to try to bring peace to the eastern Ukraine the Kiev regime, and its neo-Nazi and NATO allies, have been preparing for a new offensive against the east Ukraine republics. On July 22nd the Russian Ambassador Vitaly Churkin stated in a letter to the UN Security Council that “a relapse of large-scale military operations in eastern Ukraine may bury the process of peace settlement there.”
With the Republican convention only days away, we will know soon enough what hell the feds, and the Forces of Order in “the rock and roll capital of the world,” will impose upon demonstrators and ordinary Clevelanders. Whatever they do, Hispanic protesters and Black Lives Matter militants will be hit the hardest – on general principles, and because the police have them in their sights.
Bernie Sanders replied to those attacking him for not quitting from the Democratic presidential race on MSNBC on Chris Hayes’ show last Wednesday: “What I say to those people who booed is 'you can boo me all you want, I am going to continue to fight to make sure that we transform this country”.