Just as a sidebar, I loathe these ratfcking undercover-Rethuglicans with the heat of a thousand trashfires:
… Ken Vogel, Politico‘s dogged money and politics reporter… dragged the Americans Elect leadership into a fascinating defense of their 501c4 status and decision not to disclose donors.
“The folks running Americans Elect, they don’t know who the donors are,” said Sragow, defending the secrecy. Another AE leader contradicted this a little bit. “I’ve participated in some of the meetings where people won’t sign because of fear of retribution,” he said. “We can have complete disclosure and fail, or we can succeed.”
But hang on: What sort of retribution were we talking about? “My father, Peter Ackerman,” offered the group’s COO Elliot Ackerman. “He’s been mischaracterized in the press frequently.”
Sragow wasn’t about to let this suggestion fly — this idea that working with AE wasn’t dangerous. “Don’t suggest that there is no retribution,” he said. “Nobody who’s spent 10 minutes in politics could think that.” He’d been vilified for participating in the group. He’d been attacked and insulted. “Fortunately, in this country, we don’t use molotov cocktails literally,” he said. “We use them figuratively.”
Well, this didn’t jibe either. Occasionaly, AE leaders have suggested that their donors will come out on their own. When would that happen?
“We’ll elect a president,” said Sragow, “and people will be very proud.”
Oooooh, “mischaracterized in the press frequently“, even “vilified for participating” — the ghost of Dr. King weeps for your exquisite suffering. Sack up, you sad little Fortunate Son. You couldn’t “elect a president” to your kid’s middle-school class, assuming you could scrounge up the guts to connect your Very Serious High-Minded Campaign to an actual meatspace candidate, and that the little perisher isn’t home-schooled in the first place.
In the spirit of Centrist Comity, I suggest you ram your metaphorical molotov cocktails up whichever of your metaphorical orifices an explosion might dislodge enough metaphorical pap that you could at least fake having the courage of your carefully-undisclosed convictions.