Anyone else hear that drone coming from out West? Perhaps from the direction of the Mile-High City? Here’s a little of the Dew’s Wednesday morning quarterbacking of the first two days of the Democratic National Convention live from the Pepsi Center. (I wonder if they actually branded this?)
The Democrats* are proving – yet again – no matter how secure victory seems, there’s no election they can’t collectively chuck in the toilet and then yank on the handle. How can we forget this is the same group who couldn’t muster enough support for a sitting vice president to win his home state and the election eight years ago.
Hillary Clinton got up last night and made what was, by all accounts, a pretty good speech encouraging everyone to support Barrack Obama.
“You haven't worked so hard over the last 18 months, or endured the last eight years, to suffer through more failed leadership," Clinton said in her speech.
She conceded the nomination long ago, and yet, there’s still some folks out there unwilling to give up on the junior senator from New York. It’s these PUMA folks, Party Unity My Ass, who’re destine to be the Ralph Nader of the 2008 election if they don’t get a clue.
Get. Over. It. You tried, you failed, she lost.
Seriously, how does a two-term senator from New York who’s a great politician in her own right, and who’s married to one of the greatest politicians of the last half-century, blow a primary campaign to a guy who’s four years removed from a state house?
Really? Are you kidding me?
Way the Hell back last summer my brother and I were driving somewhere. During the drive our conversation, as it often happens, turned to politics. This was about the time McCain’s campaign was broke and imploding and he was getting his ass kicked by everybody including Fred Thompson.
“Now that McCain’s gone, who’s going to get the Republican nomination?” the Dew asked his pretty damn smart youngest brother.
“John McCain,” PDSYB answered.
Like I said, pretty damn smart.
So, to the PUMAs out in Denver, a bit of advice: If your support of Hillary Clinton is so extra special strong and you just can't live with out her up in Northwest, and you don’t so much mind Cindy McCain picking out the White House’s next china pattern, go ahead and do your thing. Keep on making your party to look like a gaggle of incompetents who, during the last two go-rounds, picked guys who either a) never saw a position on an issue they didn’t like or, b) are capable of winning the popular vote and yet still lose the election (and invent the internet).
* As previously stated many, many, many times before, I don’t think it makes a difference who we elect president since they’re Obama and McCain are both pretty much the same when you get right down to it.