FACTS: THERE IS ALWAYS A DESCENDER BUT THESE ARE UNDISPUTED FACTS

Forward of an article on Facebook pages of Edgar Galicia of Kansas City

I can call myself a ‘Democrat” all i want, but if I do so while defending the kind of right-wing governance that has pushed Oklahoma to the bottom of nearly every quality of life ranking, then I am not a democratic thinking person.

Because the label on the tin doesn’t tell you what’s inside; what matters is the nature of the actions, the policies enacted, and the real world outcomes for the people. The city I love has many people calling themselves “Democrats” but push to the right to different degrees.

Here’s why that distinction matters and how history and data back it up.

The Historical Shell Game. How “Democrat” Became a Confusing Label

This debate is constantly leaning on a familiar but outdated trope; that the Democratic Party of the Civil War era is the same as the Democratic Party today. That’s historically false.

The Democratic Party of the 19th century was indeed the party of slavery, white supremacy, and states’ rights, the party that opposed Reconstruction and erected Jim Crow laws. Southern Democrats defended segregation as “a way of life”. But here’s what most “right wing thinkers” conveniently leave out: THE PARTIES REALIGNED!

In 1964, President Lyndon B. Johnson (a Democrat) signed the Civil Rights Act. He reportedly told an aide that night “I think we just delivered the South to the Republican party for a long time to come”. And that’s exactly what happened. Southern white voters who opposed civil rights defected from the Democratic Party, first as “Dixiecrats,” then increasingly to the GOP, fueled by Nixon’s “Southern strategy” that appealed to racial resentment.

So when someone says “Democrats were the racists,” they’re telling a half-truth. The label stayed; the coalition flipped. Today, the states that were once the heart of the Confederacy (including Oklahoma) are overwhelmingly Republican. The party that once defended segregation is now the party that Black voters support by overwhelming margins. You can’t judge a party by its 1860 platform any more than you can judge a person by their great-grandfather’s diary.

Here you have a policy test i found: Left vs. Center vs. Right Governance

If we want to judge governance, we shouldn’t look at labels (unless it is convenient for your arguments) we should look at results… And the data is stark.

States with Best Outcomes vs. States with Worst Outcomes.

Health care

8 of top 10 are Democratic-controlled.

10 of bottom 10 are Republican-controlled

Public education

7 of top 10 are Democratic-controlled

8 of bottom 10 are Republican-controlled

Violent crime

4 of 5 lowest are Democratic-controlled

4 of 5 highest are Republican-controlled

This isn’t about “socialism” vs. “capitalism” It’s about whether government invests in the common good, or systematically starves public services while cutting taxes for the wealthy. Anyone who thinks that I am “clinging to the socialism tit” is repeating a slogan, not engaging with evidence.

Anyone defending Oklahoma’s reality, is missing the point. Oklahoma is a Case Study in Right-Wing Governance Failures, and the numbers back me up completely.

Education: In 2011, under a Democratic governor, Oklahoma ranked 17th in education. After 16 years of Republican governors and a Republican legislature, it has fallen to 49th.

Overall rankings: Oklahoma is now ranked 41st for business, 49th in education, and 49th in life, health and inclusion.

Health care: Medicaid expansion (SoonerCare) reduced the uninsured rate from 17.6% in 2019 to 13.9% in 2024, yet Republican leaders keep trying to roll it back.

Poverty: One in four Oklahoma children go hungry. This is horrible… what ethnicity do you think this hungry kid belongs to? The government policies took away their boots all together, not only their straps.

The person who says “Conservatives want government out of the way” is describing exactly the ideology that has produced these results. But “out of the way” in practice means “absent when children need schools, when families need health care, when communities need investment.” That’s not freedom, that’s neglect dressed up in a flag.

Now, lets talk about the Socialist Bogeyman vs. Actual History

Ignorance claims “socialism has historically failed 100% of the time.” But public education, Social Security, Medicare, the interstate highway system, rural electrification, these are all forms of collective investment that built the American middle class. If they are not “socialism”; they are the basic functions of a government that serves its people.

Some claim that “Democrats only seek to benefit the 1%” Look at the data: Republican tax cuts consistently favor the wealthy; Democratic administrations have expanded health care access, student aid, and worker protections.

The rhetoric about “government out of our pocketbooks” sounds nice, but the reality is that the states that follow that philosophy end up at the bottom of every ranking that matters.

At the end of things… You can call yourself a “Democrat” while pushing policies that defund schools, cut health care, and concentrate wealth at the top, but if you do, you’re not practicing democratic governance. You’re practicing oligarchy with a folksy accent.

The question isn’t “which party wore which label in 1860.” The question is: What are you doing right now to make people’s lives better?

In Oklahoma as in many places in our nation, the answer (after 16 years of Republican rule) is: not much.

The rankings don’t lie. The children going hungry don’t care about your historical trivia. They care about whether their school has books, whether their family can see a doctor, whether their future holds anything but poverty.

That’s the conversation we need to have. Not about labels. About results. About who actually governs for the people, and who governs for themselves.

Here, I said it! #Republicans vs. #DemocraticGovernance

Conversations with Abraham

What does a conversation between an 18-year-old high school student and a retired 80-year-old successful old businessman read like?

A Meeting of Generations

Under the sprawling branches of an ancient oak tree in the local park, 18-year-old Abraham sat with a notebook, eagerly jotting down ideas for his college application essays. The sound of laughter and playful shouts filled the air as children played nearby, but his focus was strict.

“Mind if I join you?” a voice interrupted her thoughts. Startled, Abraham looked up to see an elderly man with a warm smile, dressed in a tailored suit despite the casual setting. His silver hair glistened in the sunlight, and there was an unmistakable gleam in his eyes.

“Sure!” Abraham replied, shifting his books to make space. “I’m Abraham.”

“Robert. Nice to meet you.” He settled down beside him, a faint scent of cologne lingering in the air. “What brings you out here on a day like this?”

“I’m trying to write my college essays, but it’s harder than I thought,” he confessed, hid brow furrowing. “I just want them to reflect who I am.”

“Ah, the pressure of youth,” Robert chuckled lightly. “Back in my day, we had our own set of challenges. What do you want to reflect in your essays?”

Abraham paused, contemplating. “I want to convey my passion for environmental science. I’ve been involved in a few local initiatives, but I don’t know how to express it without sounding cliché.”

“I once invested in a janitorial supply business,” Robert shared, a twinkle in his eye. “Tell me, what excites you the most about your work in environmental science?”

“I love the idea of creating a sustainable future, where we can balance development and nature,” she explained. “But I’m nervous about making an impact. Sometimes, it feels like a drop in the ocean.”

“Every drop count, Abraham ,” Robert encouraged. “When I started my first business, I had no idea it would grow into what it is today. It took dedication, perseverance, and the belief that I could make a difference.”

Abraham leaned in, intrigued. “What was your first business about?”

“It was a small supply company,” he reminisced, his eyes glinting with nostalgia. “I started it with a loan and a vision. Initially, it was tough, and I faced numerous failures, but I learned from each one. It eventually led me into sustainable business practices.”

“That’s inspiring!” Abraham exclaimed. “What was the biggest lesson you learned?”

“Never underestimate the power of your network,” Robert said thoughtfully. “Surround yourself with people who inspire and challenge you. And always listen to advice but trust your instincts.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly, bridging the gap between their generations. Abraham found himself sharing his dreams of working in renewable energy, while Robert recounted tales of building his empire from the ground up, each story punctuated with laughter and wisdom.

As the sun began to set, the golden light seemed to wrap around them, a fitting backdrop for their connection. “Thank you for sharing your story, Robert. You’ve given me so much to think about,” Abraham said earnestly.

Robert smiled, his heart warmed by the exchange. “And thank you for reminding me of the passion and tenacity of youth. It keeps my spirit alive!”

They exchanged contact information before parting ways, each carrying a piece of the other’s perspective. Abraham walked home with renewed determination, his notebook now filled with inspiration, and Robert felt a spark of hope for the future, reminded of what it felt like to dream big.

In that fleeting moment, beneath the old oak tree, two generations had bridged a gap, finding understanding in their shared vision for a better tomorrow.

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¿cómo se lee «successful old businessman»?

Un encuentro de generaciones

Bajo las frondosas ramas de un antiguo roble en el parque local, Abraham, de 18 años, estaba sentado con un cuaderno, anotando con entusiasmo ideas para sus ensayos de solicitud universitaria. El sonido de las risas y los gritos juguetones llenaba el aire mientras los niños jugaban cerca, pero su concentración era absoluta.

“¿Te importa si me uno a ti?” una voz interrumpió sus pensamientos. Sorprendido, Abraham levantó la mirada y vio a un anciano con una cálida sonrisa, vestido con un traje a medida a pesar del ambiente informal. Su cabello plateado brillaba bajo la luz del sol, y había un brillo inconfundible en sus ojos.

“¡Claro!” respondió Abraham, apartando sus libros para hacer espacio. “Soy Abraham.”

“Robert. Encantado de conocerte.” Se sentó a su lado, dejando un tenue aroma a colonia en el aire. “¿Qué te trae por aquí en un día como este?”

“Estoy intentando escribir mis ensayos para la universidad, pero es más difícil de lo que pensaba,” confesó, frunciendo el ceño. “Solo quiero que reflejen quién soy.”

“Ah, la presión de la juventud,” rio Robert suavemente. “En mis tiempos, teníamos nuestros propios desafíos. ¿Qué quieres reflejar en tus ensayos?”

Abraham hizo una pausa, reflexionando. “Quiero transmitir mi pasión por las ciencias ambientales. He participado en algunas iniciativas locales, pero no sé cómo expresarlo sin sonar a cliché.”

“Una vez invertí en un negocio de suministros de limpieza,” compartió Robert, con un brillo en los ojos. “Dime, ¿qué es lo que más te entusiasma de tu trabajo en ciencias ambientales?”

“Me encanta la idea de crear un futuro sostenible, donde podamos equilibrar el desarrollo y la naturaleza,” explicó. “Pero me pone nervioso no lograr un impacto. A veces, siento que es como una gota en el océano.”

“Cada gota cuenta, Abraham,” lo animó Robert. “Cuando empecé mi primer negocio, no tenía idea de que crecería hasta convertirse en lo que es hoy. Hicieron falta dedicación, perseverancia y la convicción de que podía marcar la diferencia.”

Abraham se inclinó hacia él, intrigado. “¿De qué trataba tu primer negocio?”

“Era una pequeña empresa de suministros,” recordó, con los ojos brillando de nostalgia. “La empecé con un préstamo y una visión. Al principio, fue difícil, y sufrí numerosos fracasos, pero aprendí de cada uno. Con el tiempo, eso me llevó a adoptar prácticas empresariales sostenibles.”

“¡Eso es inspirador!” exclamó Abraham. “¿Cuál fue la lección más importante que aprendiste?”

“Nunca subestimes el poder de tu red de contactos,” dijo Robert pensativamente. “Rodéate de personas que te inspiren y te desafíen. Y escucha siempre los consejos, pero confía en tus instintos.”

La conversación fluyó sin esfuerzo, tendiendo un puente entre sus generaciones. Abraham se encontró compartiendo sus sueños de trabajar en energías renovables, mientras Robert relataba historias de cómo había construido su imperio desde cero, cada historia salpicada de risas y sabiduría.

Cuando el sol comenzó a ponerse, la luz dorada parecía envolverlos, un telón de fondo perfecto para su conexión. “Gracias por compartir tu historia, Robert. Me has dado mucho en qué pensar,” dijo Abraham con sinceridad.

Robert sonrió, con el corazón reconfortado por el intercambio. “Y gracias por recordarme la pasión y la tenacidad de la juventud. ¡Mantiene vivo mi espíritu!”

Intercambiaron información de contacto antes de separarse, cada uno llevándose consigo una parte de la perspectiva del otro. Abraham caminó a casa con una determinación renovada, con su cuaderno ahora lleno de inspiración, y Robert sintió una chispa de esperanza por el futuro, recordando lo que se sentía al soñar en grande.

En aquel momento fugaz, bajo el viejo roble, dos generaciones habían tendido un puente sobre la brecha que las separaba, encontrando comprensión en su visión compartida de un mañana mejor.

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