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Berned: Why did Sanders lose South Carolina? by Bryan Trude

It's time for me to admit to myself a dirty, shameful little secret.

On some strange, masochistic level, I find political discourse and analysis...fun.

Even I admit, while I wasn't entirely surprised that Hillary Clinton won in South Carolina - as much as I like Bernie Sanders' ideas and policies, I was and still am fairly narcissistic about his ability to woo voters of demographics who actually show up to vote - I was absolutely flabbergasted by how wide a margin she won.

This makes Sanders a sad panda.

Looking at the numbers, it's easy to see why Clinton won. According to ABC exit polling, Clinton carried 81 percent of votes among African Americans, a demographic that made up 61 percent of Democrat primary voters this year.

It kind of made me wonder, though...why do black voters support Clinton so overwhelmingly, and not Sanders?

It was something I couldn't come to an answer for just by thinking about it. I blame my pudgy, middle class whiteness for that.

It is also not a new issue for the Sanders campaign. An article published by The Root back in October addressed the lack of support for Sanders amongst black voters, a demographic which author Charles Ellison correctly states no candidate can win the Democratic nomination without.

Ellison touched on threepoints that still ring (mostly) true four months since his article was published. I will touch on two of them.

The idea that stood out to me most was the idea of black loyalty to the Clinton name which, if we're being honest, is hot garbage. Now, the numbers don't lie. Dating all the way back to World War I, Bill Clinton received the highest percentage of the black vote (82 percent) by a winning Democratic president since Lyndon Johnson (94 percent, buoyed in my opinion by his fulfilled promise to sign Kennedy's 1964 Civil Rights Act, something his opponent Barry Goldwater vehemently opposed),  Bill's popularity amongst African Americans at the time was undeniable, with the New Yorker's Toni Morrison referring to him as America's "first Black President" back in 1998.

To say that Hillary carries the black demographic so readily because of brand loyalty to Bill, however, just seems disingenuous to me. To me, at least, it feels like saying that voters are incapable of forming their own opinions, and instead follow a brand name, much the same way I pledge my eternal pizza delivery loyalty to Dominos.

Though, I mainly go for the wings.

Granted, my opinion on that subject might be in the minority, as one of my high school friends, photographer and web personality Stephanie Cooper (who I quote and name with permission, and who also has a new podcast with her beau Lucas debuting March 8 on iTunes and Spreaker), posits that black voters aren't voting for Hillary, but are trying to vote in a third term for Bill.

They branded him the first Black President before Obama came on the scene ... He has his offices in Harlem, which is almost predominantly black now. He’s popular among blacks mainly because of how he treated the black community as President. He earned their respect and never lost it.
— Stephanie Cooper

The second point, and the one that I think has to do with it more than anything, is that it is more of a generational gap.

Even popular fervor and favorable polls have to give way to reality, and at the risk of rehashing pretty much my entire point last week, the white, liberal millennial Democrats that make up the core of Sanders' base just doesn't bother to vote. In the 2014 elections, less than 20 percent of voting Democrats were under the age of 30, the lowest ever recorded in a federal election. Data compiled by the Election Project shows that, since the mid-1980s, voters 30 and up have maintained at least 50% voter turnout regardless of sex or ethnicity, whereas the highest turnout percentage among 18-29 year olds was about 48 percent, back in 2008. During that same time period, overall voter turnout by non-Hispanic blacks rose steadily, with black voters turning out in higher numbers during the Obama election years than non-Hispanic whites.

It is in that older demographic, the one that so badly out-participates millennials at the polling places where Clinton gets her power.

Clinton appeals well to the older and more moderate Democrats, the ones who past numbers show actually...you know...show up to vote. Sanders can pick up celebrity endorsements and support of some older voters, but those are statistical outliers compared to the millions of voters who will make their opinions known come November.

As for me...well, just writing and researching this post in and of itself has sapped my zeal for political analysis and discourse. Maybe it really is masochism that drives me to write about politics two weeks in a row, tackling subjects that part of me says is too hot button, leave it alone you fool.

Screw it. Today's payday. I'm gonna go eat good today.

Let's see those beautiful wings again...mmm~




Armchair Activism: The Power of the Hashtag, Bernie Sanders, and Masturbation Humor by Bryan Trude

As it so happens every morning, once my workload at my GA job was taken care of and I realized I still had three hours to kill, I sat down to read articles found on Fark.

For those not in the know, Fark is both internet slang for another four-letter "F" word and the address of a humorous community news aggregate, where users posts links to online articles with funny and irreverent headlines. Today, one of those links took me to a Slate article that discussed Hillary Clinton's Nevada primary victory over Bernie Sanders.

Which got me thinking, of all things, about Joseph Kony.

Which is odd, considering Sanders is pretty much Kony's polar opposite. Borrowed from MotherJones.com

Back in 2012, when I was about halfway through my time at UCO for my undergraduate degree, Kony 2012 hit the NCYL (New College Youth Liberal) scene like a semi truck.

No, I didn't get that acronym from anywhere, I just made it up as I wrote it. Moving on.

For those who need a refresher, "Kony 2012" is a documentary that focused on the actions of wanted war criminal and terrorist Joseph Kony, the founder of the Ugandan rebel/terrorist group "Lord' Resistance Army," who has proclaimed himself, essentially, God, whose list of accused atrocities include the kidnapping of children as child soldiers and sex slaves. Produced by the San Diego-based "Invisible Children" charity, the film was highly praised for its ability to spur community activism, but was highly criticized for, among other things, being oversimplistic of complex issues, and that most of the funds raised through the film have gone to pay salaries rather than help people on the ground in sub-Saharan Africa.

Personally, I have to thank the film for leading to the breakdown of Invisible Children founder Jason Russell, which lead to the creation of one of my favorite South Park gags and songs of all time, "Jackin' It in San Diego."

After all, there is no better place for it.

I remember commenting to fellow staffers at UCO's student newspaper about how the #Kony2012 campaign amongst young people felt kind of like armchair activism, people speaking for what they believe and against what they view as injustice and atrocity in the world, without...you know...actually doing something about it.

Fast forward to 2016, and I can't look at my Facebook feed without seeing at least three posts, links, cartoons, memes, or other reference in support of Sanders, dehumanizing conservatives, mocking Trump, and so on. Clearly, people are paying attention and, whether I personally agree or not, making their opinions known.

Yet as I read that Slate article, talking about how voter turnout in the Nevada primary was lower than 2008, and how just about every article about the U.S. political process I've read in recent memory at least touches on how American voter turnout is among the lowest amongst global democracies, I can't help but think that this process, and the swell of support for Sanders in particular, is approaching armchair activism levels of Kony-esque proportions.

Yes, Sanders leads amongst Democrats under 40, but sitting at a keyboard and sharing images illustrating Sanders as the love child of Bert and Ernie, while funny, does precisely dick to actually get something done. It's a narrative I've heard most of my voting life, dating all the way back to high school when MTV and Puff Daddy (I don't know what his name is now, but Sean Combs will always be "Puff Daddy" to me) put out music videos about the importance of voting, yet very few people seem to be bothered to do it. People, particular of my generation and below, love to shout and make their voices heard, but comparatively few want to put in the work to do anything that would affect even part of their personal goals. It's like sitting in the middle of the road and complaining that you get hit by a semi truck when you refuse to move. 

I have been playing a lot of American Truck Simulator lately. I kinda have semis on the brain.

Democracy works when people put work in to it. If you support Sanders, vote for Sanders. If you support Clinton, vote for Clinton. If you support Cruz, then vote for Cruz.

If you support Trump, unfriend me, unfollow me, then vote for Trump, because chances are I think you're batshit.

Don't let personal pessimism and the false sense of accomplishment that social media activism provides keep you from taking real action to make your voice heard.

Now, I myself am rather sarcastic and pessimistic, and if my metrics are any indicator, the reach this post will get is rather miniscule, so I doubt we'll see a great swell of people at the voting booth thanks to anything I do here. Then again, I may be proven wrong. We may get the highest turnout for an election since AM radio was the stuff of science fiction, and my numbers will go through the roof.

If that happens...well...

I'll see you in San Diego.

See ya, Seattle by Bryan Trude

So, when I last wrote for this blog, I wrote about the weird status quo I found myself in trying to observe a holiday while not subscribing to religious dogma that many people associated it with, and how it was my right. Almost immediately, folks who will go unnamed here commented, worrying that I might offend someone.

Way to miss the point.

My own right to be offended at a lack of respect for my beliefs (or lack thereof) notwithstanding, I pushed them out of my mind and had a rather pleasant holiday. I was reminded of it, however, as I let YouTube be my personal jukebox, and a song came on titled "The Most Offensive Song Ever."

Yes, it is a South Park song.

While the song itself may have been offensive back when it was released around the turn of the millenium, the subject matter reminded me of my last post. Granted, for those who have never heard the song, it's about just how far the Virgin Mary can stretch the biblical definition of "Virgin" to get by, so...well...consider yourself warned, but it did get me thinking about how being offended is considered a national pasttime these days.

That is just one of many things rattling around in my brain as I sit in the Wolfgang Puck's grill in Sea-Tac's Terminal C, waiting for my breakfast and wondering how exactly I'm going to kill the next three hours. I could sleep, heaven knows I never sleep well the night before I travel, but I doubt that will happen.

Oh yeah, Merry Holidaysmas and Happy New Year etc.

I could sit and write a blog post and work on my web site. If you're reading this, you know how well that's going (though I have to say, compared to my old type cover, the Surface 4 type cover with its spaced keys has been a godsend.)

I could think about my cat.

Sage is about as much of a morning creature as I am.

To be honest, I'm just glad to be getting back to Stillwater, back to school and to classes and to work and to my little piece of shit car and oh man these garlic potato wedges are good.

Sorry, got a little off track.

My visit home this Christmas felt a little weird, because while I am a resident of Washington, complete with license plate and driver's license and no state income tax, after being back in Oklahoma for four months it didn't quite -feel- like home.

I was back in my room, doing absolutely nothing at all (and loving every minute of it,) getting mad at the cat when she insisted on being a cushion for my feet while I was going down the stairs, yet it all kind of felt off. It felt the way it did when I would visit family in Seattle as a tourist, destined to turn around and fly home.

Yet, Stillwater doesn't feel like home. I'm not even on the plane yet, and already I'm thinking about how in four months, I have to empty out the broom closet I call a dorm suite and figure out what I'm gonna do with all my stuff if I plan on leaving my car in Oklahoma and flying back instead of spending two grand and six days round trip to drive. I'm thinking about going back to work tomorrow, and how much I'm dreading my first Statistics class next week, but I don't have that feeling of "I'm going home."

One of my favorite movies as a kid said "Home is where your rump rests." I guess my rump is a restless hobo.