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Barry Goldwater famously said that voters deserve a choice, not an echo. Democrats are getting a stark choice, though an unenviable one: a 78-year-old Democratic Socialist and a relatively fresh-faced 77-year-old Swamp Creature.
Having seen the writing on the wall, Bloomberg, Klobuchar, and Buttigieg dropped out of the race and endorsed Biden. But former Native American Elizabeth Warren was, characteristically, the last one in the room to get the joke. Playing to type, Warren has also refrained from endorsing either of the two remaining candidates.
Maybe she has a plan for that.
Though depicted by the press as essentially a Bernie Sanders whose numbers actually add up, Warren is, in fact, everything that Sanders is not: an inauthentic, opportunistic social justice warrior where Sanders is an unabashed classical Marxist who says what he means and means what he says. Sanders is reflexively open and honest – never more so than when he’s wrong – while Warren instinctively goes full-Hillary the moment she perceives the truth to be threatening her political fortunes.
In fact, the apt comparison to Elizabeth Warren isn’t with Bernie Sanders but with Hillary Clinton. Both Warren and Clinton are duly prepared to rap the knuckles of America’s left-handers (billionaires and deplorables). And both not only have an image problem but the same image problem: an unmistakable air of entitlement. “I knew they wouldn’t let me be president” sounds as true to form coming from Warren as it did Clinton, revealing as it does their shared perception of the presidency as a pony to which they are entitled and which Americans are denying them. Finally, both Warren and Clinton felt it important that voters to be acutely aware of what’s between their ears and their legs.
The heart of Warren’s coalition – such as it was – more closely resembled that of Clinton than that of Sanders. Specifically, women. And while Sanders’ energy comes from the Dirtbag Left, Warren’s and Clinton’s consisted of media elites, yoga instructors and wine-track whites desperate for a candidate who flatters their intelligence.
Clinton, of course, didn’t have a plan for everything or, indeed, anything (except making money). Warren, on the other hand, aspired to be to policy what the computer Deep Blue was to chess: every permutation thought through and published in a white paper just long enough to ensure that no one reads it too closely.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. The nearly four years that have elapsed since the 2016 election was enough time to give Democrats what worked for them during the Obama era: a candidate with eloquence, youth, de facto membership in a historically-oppressed group, all of it wrapped up in a crisply-creased pair of pants. Instead they’re left with two white male candidates on the wrong side of 75.
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