Well, here we go. Cory Booker, the self-proclaimed beacon of hope in the storm of American politics, filibustered his heart out for a whopping 25+ hours. A man whose idea of resistance is a sweaty, gritted-teeth, wide eyed marathon of speechifying, as if the world is waiting for his impassioned words like they were the second coming of the Declaration of Independence.
Let’s be real. The guy’s got more canned speeches than a dollar-store pantry, and he’s out here acting like he’s holding the very fabric of democracy together with nothing but his vocal cords and an infinite supply of caffeinated drinks.
But let’s not forget, folks, this filibuster is just a sideshow. It’s the circus, and Booker’s the ringmaster in a $2,000 suit. Behind all that bluster, Booker’s also raking in the cash — $11 million to date, a staggering amount that would make most of us puke if we weren’t already numb to the way money distorts every last shred of political integrity.
This isn’t a man fighting for the working class or battling the corporate overlords; this is a man setting up his next re-election.
At the end of the day, Cory Booker isn’t a fighter for the people. He’s a fighter for Cory Booker. He filibustered for 25 hours because it got him attention and it made him money. And when it’s time for re-election, that record will be the crown jewel of his campaign ads. “Look, America! I broke a record!” Yeah, you sure did, Cory. Too bad that’s all you’ll ever break.