The Democratic Party, Syndicate of Platitudes and White Negro’s, throws Cory Booker into the 2020 ring.

Can anyone say Obama redux?

The Democratic Party has become a one-trick pony.  The Democratic Party, a maelstrom of platitudes, virtue signaling and Netflix-approved ostentatious symbolism, cannot help itself.



Welcome the Party’s latest contribution to the Presidential circus, coming soon to a shithole near you.


Sen. Cory Booker, a New Jersey Democrat who rose to prominence as Newark’s charismatic and ambitious mayor, announced Friday that he is running for president.

Booker chose the first day of Black History Month to launch his campaign, timing that nods to Booker’s own heritage and suggests he will put it at the center of his pitch to voters.
“The history of our nation is defined by collective action; by interwoven destinies of slaves and abolitionists; of those born here and those who chose America as home; of those who took up arms to defend our country, and those who linked arms to challenge and change it,” Booker narrates in a video released on Friday morning, which features him walking through his Newark neighborhood.
“I’m Cory Booker and I’m running for president of the United States of America,” he says in the video.


The Democrats stand for little of significance.  Milquetoast politics blissfully coated in the silky tone of unremarkable shades of everybody.