because I do. (Here is the group link.)
Here is the logo, from a famous book———————>
Here is the profile:
In “Why I Write” (1946), George Orwell wrote a sentence that inspires this group: “Every line of serious work that I have written since 1936 has been written, directly or indirectly, against totalitarianism and for democratic socialism, as I understand it.” Democracy and socialism belong together, and neither democracy nor socialism is deserving of its name without incorporating the other. This group discusses and agitates for both, together. Without democracy, what was often labeled “socialism” was actually state capitalism and easily led to totalitarianism. But neoliberal triumphalism is not justified. Without socialism, what is often labeled “democracy” is legalized bribery and shallow electioneering easily controlled by the powerful few who can manipulate politicians and the people through divide and rule. Because it does not subject the economy to democratic control, such a society is not actually democratic. Rule by the people, to be meaningful, must not leave out the material conditions that affect the lives of the people and the sustainability of the beautiful planet upon which we will always depend. In other words, democracy must be deep and reach the economy or it will be more fiction than reality. Ostensible “democratic” self-rule with actual rule by either powerful state or powerful market capitalists is not consistent with equality, freedom, justice, human welfare, and both enjoying and preserving our planet for the future. Without justice there is not going to be peace, and human lives and massive amounts of resources will be wasted on war and the military industrial complexes of nation states. Achieving global justice and peace will not be easy, but it will not come without democratic socialism.
Here is the link for the referenced lovely Orwell essay, which changed my dark little life, filling me with radical impulses, rays of light, beacons of hope, etc., with lines such as these:
It is forbidden to dream again;
We maim our joys or hide them:
Horses are made of chromium steel
And little fat men shall ride them.
I am a little fat man myself, but I will not ride such horses and forgive Mr. Blair for that last line because I know his heart was pure. Please take my hands. We all need company to cook up the peaceful democratic revolution, more specifically, several billion, f/k/a, the masses.
Please message me and join if this is your cup of tea. (Move over and out you trolling “Tea Party” fake Liburptarians. I hate to use such strong language but please go back to the Austrian institute for mass injustice. Don’t tread on humanity any longer please. I am filled with spittle and refuse to accept your bullying bull hockey and 1%-serving mercenary prejudices and repression.)
Let’s fight for our right to participate in majoritarian party politics in democracy lite-U.S.A.! Maybe one day we can admit we are democratic socialists without losing our jobs or have democratic socialist bumper stickers without getting our tires slashed.
Let’s put the left in our left wing conspiracy. You look suspicious anyway folks. Your bleeding hearts give you away.
And who knows, we might even have someone worth supporting in the Democratic primary before too long, and we won’t so much care if her or his hair is messy.
Even if that does not happen, we should do our best as species-beings, which includes articulating the truth and the inadequacy of complacency with democracy-lite, with its acquiescence in mass incarceration and permanent recession for large numbers of our brothers and sisters, Taft-Hartley and union-busting, racing to the bottom, and such dandy innovative things as the TPP’s investor state dispute settlement (ISDS) provisions, a/k/a, corporate courts.
This is a troubled fricking world, in case you have not noticed, which you of course have. We have no choice but to rise up. (Where applicable, we may even put the grass back in the grass roots, and while we are doing that, let’s get rid of the drug war so those who are caught with a gram of weed don’t lost their licenses and livelihoods.)
I could go on and on. This is the kind of wandering well-meaning shit I write, what can I say? But I am serious. We don’t have to be perfect, just show up and wave humanity’s flag, which has not been sewn yet. We too are not done yet.