Lord almighty, people, I am so short on time and yet, I didn’t want you to miss further evidence of the Tennessee Democratic Party eating its young.
Seriously, I don’t even know what to say. The number one rule of telling someone that, if they don’t get on board with your program, the next few years will be very miserable for them is to not put it in writing where everyone can see it–“Please reconsider your decison [sic] and vote for Chip. I believe that I can safely assure you that the College Democrats will be well served by your vote for the winner.”
But also, not to be a pedantic bitch, but, if you’re casting about for reasons why women aren’t that excited about the Democrats, look no further than the dick-waving fest this has become, from all the talk of who can most adeptly fly the biggest airplane to who is the prettiest to this “big boy politics” crap.
But, hey, if we succeed in alienating all of our young people, then we’re looking at Moses-length times in the wilderness. That should be fun. And by “fun” I mean terrible.