Wednesday, June 6

Now Cometh the Gloat.

Worse thing about Winning Ugly -- and if you simply tally up administratively how much last night's Wisconsin victory cost taxpayers, I hope you'll have the common sense to agree that show was not pretty -- is what's coming...

The gloat factor.*  The day-to-day needling, and off-hand comments, and little digs to make sure everybody out here knows his place. 

Months ago, when the Dems wrote off the working-class without bothering to distinguish trades workers  in safety-conscious conditions and administrative professional desk-workers, you could see it coming...

When Joe Biden becomes the 21st century "voice" of the Democratic working class...
When style points increasingly reign over substance, science and experience;
when divide and conquer (even internally) becomes your fighting mantra,
when looking out for oneself even at the expense of the team becomes the game plan, ...
well, you can see where I'm going...

No one can say they didn't see these times coming.
Can they?

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* If we had truly beaten the government excesses: the overpaid state workers, the takers-more-than-they-givers, the ... professional associations that in former days were also known as unions...
that would be wonderful. 

We'd have a financially sustainable higher education system; we'd welcome and invest efficiently in children's educations; we'd have well-regulated DNR protections and not lax pro-industry standards; we'd have an impressive and persuasive fiscal plan loooking forward...

We don't.
This is more like the gloat everyone felt a few years back, when we were all bought off with those ultimately skimpy $200 "tax rebate" checks, allegedly putting our money back in our pockets.  *sarcasm on* Yeah, it'll be worth a lot when everything tanks on a macro level, because we've decided to put symbolic gestures first, nevermind what the numbers tell us,  and pretend that last night's "victory" is a promise of continuing partisan good times to come...

Don't spend it all in one place, as the saying goes,
or beat that chest so hard you bruise it...