come to pillage, stay to serve
Early in the millenium, educated young people migrated to (cheap) places where they could congregate.
They sought adventure there, in the coastal cities, places where many of there parents had fled in the decades long exodus to the suburbs (Levittown, Naperville, ...)
Then the recession struck, a by product of specious financial regulation and billions and billions on questionable wars to protect, mostly, oil interests.
This may have just been a blip in history, but those young-ish needed to eat, and put a roof over their heads.
Once congregated, they became a market unto themselves with critical mass enough to support almost anything as long as they were willing to live in the abandoned carcass of the cities.
Being a recession and all, they created their own economies by reinventing artisanal craftsmanship everywhere there had been just bland commodities for decades.
Beer, Pizza, chocolate, coffee, COFFEE, soda, mustard, mayonnaise, peppers, cupcakes, barbeque, whiskey, theater, music, ...
It was if a great cry arose and said, YUCK!
Nowhere was this most evident than in Brooklyn, close enough to the wellspring of all media, Manhattan, but far away enough for cheap rents in nearly abandoned neighborhoods (Bushwick?).
They worked this for awhile and even elected the first black president, in part, by using nascent social media and sending droves of people to toss-up states door to door.
Then they went about their non-political business as the economy slowly recovered.
Until 2016, the vote heard round the world.
All the media championed a candidate that had a several million vote advantage OVERALL, but failed to address the chess game afoot, the ELECTORAL COLLEGE, the only game that mattered (whether you agreed with the rules or not, they are the rules in play).
It is often said that votes are yards and states are touchdowns.
Who hasn't seen a team garner massive yardage but fail in the red zone.
The losers complained that they didn't know it was about touchdowns, but that yards should be the only metric.
They then complained that social media was used to influence voters, as if that hadn't been the case in 2008, whether foreign backed or not. Disingenuous at best.
But then came the 2018 mid-terms and a shift in the firmament occurred. Longstanding politicians saw the handwriting on the wall and did not run for re-election. Other long time elected officials played the same old game and got beat by any other perspective than holding on to power for the boomer generation.
Can't vote without registering and can't vote if removed from the voter rolls.
Brain dead simple beyond the fear that illegals will vote or that, Chicago style, the dead will vote or that unchecked people will vote early and often.
A continuous fight to register, or re-register people is necessary to get damn near everyone to vote.
Districts made with outcomes in mind must be fought at all costs, no matter the party in power.
Fresh blood for a change?
Write in campaigns as exploratory missions.
Maybe ... but what do you have to lose and what do you have to gain?
Clearly, running a write in campaign is not optimal.
If we had more than two substantive parties, one could shop around and find a party consistent with some ideals other than the wallet.
Since we don't have good options, we need some representation, even if token representation so we can actually have someone read legislation before voting on that legislation, and, hold mainstream media accountable to a wider swath of ideas/ideals than the current system allow
And, in the case of elected judges, have ones firmly planted in following the existing rules whenever possible, not juste whenever expedient.
The proposition is a party with a platform and a plan for widespread awareness via boots on the ground and voting and a slate of candidates to approve, at the last moment so as to keep the existing political machinery guessing.
There are certainly multiple places the term HARUCHAI could have come about.
We got the name from a series of novels by Stephen Donaldson (The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant).
Haruchai are a hardy race of warriors living in the Westron Mountains, west of the Land. The Haruchai shun the use of weapons or magic, taking pride in their own physical prowess and the purity of their service, which is never given lightly. They also have the ability to communicate amongst themselves via telepathy. Outwardly stoic, even seemingly emotionless, they could also be considered arrogant in their beliefs. It is revealed on several occasions that the Haruchai are a deeply passionate race, capable of swearing a lifetime's worth of service if sufficiently moved.