Brilliant takedown of how lost the Democratic Party is from a former Democrat. pic.twitter.com/lTPGWbA1hD
— Insurrection Barbie (@DefiyantlyFree) September 21, 2024
Over the past six years, I’ve raised tens of millions of dollars for the Democrats. I’ve given thousands of hours of my mind, heart, and soul to get Democrats elected, as a Democratic fundraising consultant for federal Senate and House candidates and Left-leaning national organizations.But my work with Democrats started in high school, when I was an alternate-delegate for Hillary Clinton. Later, I interned on Barack Obama’s campaign. Most recently, I volunteered at last month’s Democratic National Convention in Chicago.
Initially, I was thrilled to attend this rite of passage for every political operative. But once there, wandering amidst the glitz and glam, imbibing the gloss and schmaltz of it all, I couldn’t escape a sinking feeling. I felt submersed in a hollow chamber whose mottos were “Brat summer” and “Joy”—totally out of touch with regular, every-day Americans and their pressing needs; instead, the most elite people in the world chanted in unison that “We’re not going back!”
I found myself feeling disenchanted, lost, sad, and alone.
h/t MT Ballsack