Sometimes, a casual conversation turns out to be prophetic and stays with you for decades to come. In 2006, I had lunch at the LA World Science Fiction Convention with Eric Flint when the subject of Barack Obama came up. I admitted that his incredible rhetoric gave me hope.
Flint — a union organizer from Chicago — quickly disabused me. Obama, he said, was a Chicago Machine Democrat, and that meant he was a cynical horse-trader whose version of “democracy” was for insiders to do deals in backrooms, without accountability or transparency.
Those words stayed with me through the Obama…
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