A rudderless ship drifts along the currents without any way of knowing where it’s headed. A freighter with no pilot is stuck at the dock. Rudderless and stuck are perfect ways to describe the current state of the Democrat party.
I refuse to use the common term, “Democratic Party”, to describe this leaderless and paralyzed political entity. They neither believe in democracy nor the democratic process. I offer their last primary season, usurpation of an incumbent president, and the anointing of the queen of mumbo jumbo as proof. Add to that list the propping up of said incumbent when he was no longer fit to serve, and you get the point.
Democrats are many things, but democratic ain’t one of them.
More than six months after tasting the bitterness of defeat they still can’t seem to identify what went wrong. In their inability to honestly self-evaluate they only deepen the darkness in which they are wandering. Instead of illuminating their way with the radiance of truth they pull every shade down and wonder where the light went.
Groping in the enveloping darkness their blind king makers hope to put the crown on whoever’s head is under it when the music stops in 2028.
As of May 17th, the national polling average for 2028 Democrat presidential contenders, as compiled by RacetotheWH.com has the following top three.
#1 Kamala Harris 28.4%
#2 Pete Buttigieg 14.3%
#3 Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez 11.5%
Not since Shemp Howard replaced Curly has a list of stooges been less appealing.
Shemp came back to the Stooges after his younger brother, Curly, suffered a stroke. This is not unlike Harris’ ascendance predicated on her boss’ deteriorating health. Shemp was added to the line-up after a majority vote of existing stooges, while Harris was anointed without any ballots being cast.
Harris raised a billion dollars, lost the popular vote, and seven swing states all while failing to put two coherent sentences together throughout the entirety of her campaign.
Buttigieg, or Mayor Pete as he is called, took the Department of Transportation nowhere, or worse a bit backward. From the train derailment in East Palestine, OH to a $7.5 billion dollar program that built only eight EV charging stations, one can find no Buttigieg accomplishment other than the taking of paternity leave.
If a lack of accomplishment were a barrier to obtaining the Democrat’s presidential nod in 2028, we wouldn’t be mentioning either Harris or Buttigieg, but certainly not AOC.
AOC, an economist by education and mixologist by vocation, has become the darling of the Left. While she has never shown any proof of understanding basic economics, her hysterical, often vulgar rhetoric, suggests she is no stranger to putting her bartending experience to good personal use.
Only in a spitting contest would the winner be less appealing than these three.
Greasy Gavin Newsome, the governor of the Peoples Republic of California, currently takes only 6.3% in the polling average. He is moving to the center faster than California residents can flee his state and yet he is a literal long shot at this point.
Whoever flies the Democrat’s pride banner in 2028 is the presumptive leader of that party. As we do not yet know who that will be, we also don’t know who it is now. Not unlike our lack of knowledge as to who actually made decisions in the White House the last four years.
This, you see, is a bigger problem for Democrats than their befuddlement at Trump’s victory. Trump claimed the high ground of common sense, spoke to the absurdity of “woke” progressive culture battles, and enticed average working Americans by presenting the novel idea that America was their country.
What was left to the Left? Defending the negative. They have to be against legal immigration, against the deportation of illegal migrant criminals, against removing boys from female sports, against eliminating fraud and waste in government, etc.
Without a leader who can identify the reasons they lost, one that can pull them back to the center where most Americans reside, the Democrats now find themselves up against themselves. They are their own worst enemy.
Aboard this listing, shambling, aimlessly wandering hulk of a ship, the wind howls and the waves crash against the hull. There is no one in the crow’s nest searching for danger, no one at the boiler replenishing whatever climate-friendly fuel the boat runs on and no one at the helm.
An iceberg would be a merciful end indeed and an ironic one at that.
Stephen Piccirillo 2025
