Some Little Worm's Worth of Cover

This seems like a good time to play some of the songs of the 50 best shoegaze thingee, yes?

Here, lotsa links so I don't have to beyond a few barks. Bark: Tim Keane. Not as weightless VPOTUS nominee viz votes but as symbol of Hillarium decision making. Off the palette she had in hand - women, Hispanics, African-Americans, South Asians, young, upcoming, charismatic, progressive, a next generational protege, Hillary Clinton chose.... herself, and called herself Tim.

• Trump going to White House and Liberals put him there. She was the Democratic candidate because it was her turn and because a Clinton victory would have moved every Democrat in Washington up a notch. Whether or not she would win was always a secondary matter, something that was taken for granted. Had winning been the party’s number one concern, several more suitable candidates were ready to go. There was Joe Biden, with his powerful plainspoken style, and there was Bernie Sanders, an inspiring and largely scandal-free figure. Each of them would probably have beaten Trump, but neither of them would really have served the interests of the party insiders. And so Democratic leaders made Hillary their candidate even though they knew about her closeness to the banks, her fondness for war, and her unique vulnerability on the trade issue – each of which Trump exploited to the fullest. They chose Hillary even though they knew about her private email server. They chose her even though some of those who studied the Clinton Foundation suspected it was a sketchy proposition. To try to put over such a nominee while screaming that the Republican is a rightwing monster is to court disbelief. If Trump is a fascist, as liberals often said, Democrats should have put in their strongest player to stop him, not a party hack they’d chosen because it was her turn. Choosing her indicated either that Democrats didn’t mean what they said about Trump’s riskiness, that their opportunism took precedence over the country’s well-being, or maybe both.
• At length ▲ to get the center bingo square out of the way.

Here, buds:

• Resident chumps.
• Boy was he wrong. Me too.
• Aftermath.
• Weimar.
• In line at the polls.
• The shade of separation.

• Recrimination Round-up!
• It wasn't Trump.
• Motherfucking Democrats. This fuck would have been Senate majority leader.
• Fuck everything and blame everyone.
• An arbitrary number of theses on Trump.
• Clinton’s second unsuccessful run for the White House relied heavily on a complex computer algorithm that the campaign was prepared to publicly unveil after the election.
• Fuck you. Stupidest, shittiest, ever.
• Dear Democrats.
• Thank you for pressing the self-destruct button.
• Affinity for a fractured Left.
• How did this happen? What does it mean?
• How you lost the world.

• The Democratic Establishment is finished. No. It's not.
• Whistleblowers v Democrats.
• Triskelions.
• The big split.
• Those who say fuck it found joy in saying fuck you. I do think telling folk like me and you to fuck off is a - if not the - primary motivation for many Trump voters. Remember four years ago people giggling over Tumblrs full of photos of grieving white conservatives at Romney election night parties? Guess what
• Life outside the Liberal bubble.
• Lexington NC.
• Cheer up, Liberals, you're still in charge.

• Meanwhile, in North Dakota.
• What do we do next? For one thing, be kind.
• The positive part of Trump's victory: One thing I’d like to think about this election is that it shows the American electorate is not fully controllable under strategic communications. This year, there was nothing to punditry but consultancy, nothing to consultancy but demographic analysis, no use of demographics but to deploy little code words, driving you as a person to behave in a certain way. This is a vision of human beings as mechanical or software systems where you can control the output if you control the input.
• Some fun facts for a dystopic future. Bumped again - read the comments.
• The people spoke: will the powerful listen? No.
• Triskelions have armies, spaceships, soon your blood, they will die, but not before you.

Daniel Borzutzky