An Open Letter to Democratic Fundraisers

Time, or so I hear every day from an array of Democratic Party glitterati, is running out.  We're getting closer and closer to the election, and my five dollars...or ten dollars...has never been more important.  We're coming up on a critical fundraising deadline.  I need to act now.

Every time I watch a video on Youtube, or mindlessly putter my way through the TikTokified triviality of short-form videos, I see these ads.  

What I don't see are ads making the case.  I don't see anything to encourage me, or to embolden me.  I don't see a brilliant, well-crafted, patriotic ad, something that might persuade an undecided.  Or an ad reminding me of the three hundred thousand Americans who died when Trump botched the pandemic response.  Or when he tried to overthrow the Republic.   Just Money Money Money making the world go round, like I'm listening to Abba or the Cabaret soundtrack.  Harris and Walz and Obama and...for the love of God...Bernie, hitting me up like panhandlers or prosperity gospel preachers.   And honestly, I've listened all the way through a Paula White sermon, Lord help me.  Y'all are worse than a Paula White sermon.  It's getting as welcome as a telemarketing call at midnight.

It's to the point where most of what I hear from Kamala isn't about her leadership, or her vision, or her sense of humor and intelligence, but just the same drab beg for cash, over and over and over.  I tune it out.  I skip over her speaking.  Is that the goal?  Are y'all getting paid by Adelson on the side to make her an annoyance?

You're reminding me of 2016, because back in 2016, there was no deadline.   On November 4, 2016, I was seeing online ads dunning for Hillary.  On the day of the election, you were still asking for campaign funds?  Are we there again?  Is that the feeling you want to evoke?

You crow about how much you've raised, about new records, about unprecedented cash hauls for the campaign.  Hundreds and hundreds of millions.  And you use them to raise more money, which you'll use to raise more money.  Over four hundred million dollars cash in hand, for a campaign that will be over in less than two months.  

Yesterday, I saw my first Trump ad.  It was a fundraiser, natch.  He looked a little haggard, a little washed out, a little sloppy.  But he was trolling you, fundraising on the idea that fundraising is all Democrats can do.  This, from a brazen and shameless huckster.  Wildly hypocritical?  Yes, of course he is.

So to the vast apparatus of Democratic fundraisers, let me say what I now say to every last one of your texts:  STOP.  If you can't win this election with four hundred million dollars in your war chest, something is very, very wrong.

Just STOP.