Progressive Paradise

By Miss Kubelik

Well, the hand-wringers are at it again, this time about Arab-Americans who are miffed at Team Biden over its handling of the Israel-Hamas war. At least, to the extent that Twitter reflects the real world (which it doesn't), folks are freaking out about this, mostly because of the large Arab population in Michigan. To which we cats say, cut it out.

First, the best way to counter any feelings of panic about next year is to take thoughtful action. That can range from researching key House and Senate races and donating to the appropriate Democratic candidates, to doing some remote phone banking, to writing letters and post cards to low-turnout voters in swing states. Or, if you live in a state or Congressional district with an important race, volunteering for a campaign and knocking on doors. Take it from us, you'll feel better.

But there's little reason to worry about Michigan these days. Under the leadership of Democrats in the legislature and Governor Gretchen Whitmer, it's recognized across the country as a model of Midwestern progressivism — "proof that real progressive victories can change the lives of millions...in swing states, not just deep-blue California," writes Susan Demas in Michigan Advance. 

"Michigan showed that it’s possible to band together on big, systemic change, despite intense lobbying from powerful business and gun rights interests," Demas says. "Hands down, the biggest boon to Michigan progress has been having Gretchen Whitmer at the helm."

In crass political terms, Governor Whitmer, who doubtlessly has national ambitions, knows that it's in her interest to deliver her state to Dark Brandon in 2024. So we cats are not worried. If we change our minds, we'll let you know.

And what are Michigan Republicans doing in the meantime? Trying to overthrow their election-denying nutcase party chair, who can't cobble together quorums to conduct business or raise anywhere close to the money the state GOP needs to be competitive next year. They're broke, and a mess. Gee, that's too bad, isn't it? We cats PURR.