Ultimately, We’ll Just Have to See Who Votes for Bernie Sanders

From the day Bernie Sanders declared his candidacy on April 30, 2015, we have heard repeated variations of: “I like what he stands for, but I don’t think he can win.”

This seems to be offered as a rationale for choosing not to vote or campaign for Sanders, but if you think about it hard, it makes no sense.

Before we break it down, let’s remind ourselves of the end game. If Hillary Clinton becomes the Democratic nominee this summer, most current Sanders supporters will (or should) vote for her against anyone the Republicans are likely to nominate.

We must, if for no other reason than to keep a reasonable balance of justices on the Supreme Court bench. Plus, many foreign nations will be accustomed to dealing with Clinton from her four-year tenure as Secretary of State, which is another advantage. (Can you imagine Germany or Jordan or China trying to conduct talks with Trump or Cruz with a straight face?) And “most” Sanders supporters, if they don’t fall prey to disgust and choose not to vote at all in November, should be enough to keep the GOP from winning the White House.

I seriously doubt Sanders will choose to run as a third-party candidate in the fall if he doesn’t win the Democratic nomination. I predict he’ll throw his support to Clinton. He knows the stakes as well as anybody, and I don’t think he would risk playing the kind of spoiler Ralph Nader did in 2000, which may have put George W. Bush in the White House. (The surprising news in the wake of that debacle is how much effort Karl Rove and the Koch brothers put into encouraging Nader’s campaign in order to hurt Al Gore.)

Coughing in the New Year

Happy New Year.

When 2016 opened, I was already a couple days into a powerful cold virus that had been making the rounds. Earlier in December, my wife had a round of sneezes and runny nose, and I seem to recall another small cold of my own before that, but neither was anything like this.

For at least five days, I’ve had a very wet cough, unlike any I can recall in my life, that makes me sound like a lifelong tobacco smoker (which I’ve never been). I’m constantly having to blow my nose, and the coughing regularly brings up “stuff” out of my lungs, or at least my throat.

This is hardly the sort of thing I would have preferred to write about for my first post of the year (anything from Bernie Sanders and gun control to new year’s resolutions and the takeover of the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge by a couple of young Nevada Bundys and their crowd the day before yesterday would have done), but this is where I find myself.

When I was younger, I used to have a notion—I can’t really call it a fantasy or a daydream, since it was not an appealing thought—of a day in the future when the human cold would be permanent. It seemed possible: viruses fight to survive as much as any living thing, and the better they got at it, the longer they’d be likely to hang on.

I thought of attempting to write a science fiction novel (or a short story, at least) in which such a cold would feature—every human being on the planet had it, and it never went away—but it didn’t seem much of a hook for a thrilling tale. In fact, it’d be downright dreary. Where could you go with it?

For much of 2015, though, my fantasy seemed to have become reality for me. Not that I had a cough, sneezes, or runny nose, but I heard my lungs a lot more than I used to. Especially when I lay down to sleep, and everything was quiet, I picked up tiny clicks, whistles, and/or wheezes in my throat; sounds I wasn’t accustomed to hearing, as my breaths went in and out.

Unlike in the past, my sinuses weren’t plugged, let alone infected. Whatever was going on inside didn’t adversely affect my acting work: this year I shot several web ads for Intel, a couple of short indie films, and training videos for the Oregon Lottery and Friends of Trees; and I participated in staged readings and table reads of plays in progress. I also did voiceover narrations for a series of eight training videos on aging and elder health issues produced by the PSU Institute on Aging and Oregon Health Authority.

Although I sort of sounded as if I had asthma when I breathed deeply, I have no history of that condition, and I never felt as if I wasn’t getting enough air. It was very peculiar. When I went for a general health checkup late in the fall, my doctor listened and looked me over, but didn’t find anything specifically wrong. Yet the unusual sounds went on. And they’ve been especially prominent the past week.

What could it be? A semi-permanent allergy to growing air pollution, perhaps? Who knows. Perhaps it may never go away. But once I’m over this awful cold, I have nowhere to go in 2016 but up.