Oops.
On Saturday the Democratic National Committee selected a new chairman, and observer Charlie Pierce (a longtime personal favorite) says it’s time to move forward.
Perez and Ellison took questions together from the press after the balloting was done and both of them seemed to get along quite splendidly. (They both called for an independent investigation into the ties between the Trump campaign and Russia with equal fervor.) And if the whole exercise this weekend accomplishes nothing else except to lay forever the ghost of the 2016 Democratic primaries and to salt the earth so its poxy memory never rises again, then the DNC Winter Meeting will have done American politics an incalculable good.
Perhaps, especially when there’s nothing to see. As a progressive, I’m more inclined to view it like my friend Steve:
Well, now that the CorpoDem Party just committed suicide, what are we going to do for 2018 and 2020?
The answer is alcohol and drugs, though I haven’t yet decided which ones, and in what order.
My conclusion: I’ve spent enough time watching the national party fail and flail, so it’s back to the usual time-honored means test, and I’ll be looking to the local Democratic Party for signs of an ideological pulse.
There is little indication of content or succor within Adam Dickey’s creation, which should make it even easier to continue drinking. As always, I’d be delighted to be proven wrong.
