I really don’t know what I want to say. I don’t know what I can say anymore. Somewhere, the loyal ‘opposition’ must be sitting back laughing their heads off and congratulating themselves on finally somehow succeeding in pulling the lid off of the Democratic Party and all of its talk of being about ‘Big Tent’ politics.
We are a big tent alright.
We are a big tent of tribes, hanging out in the corners, talking amongst our own tribes.
Some of us have one foot in the tent and the other outside.
Others insist upon building a new tent inside of the bigger one. A few just want to blow up the tent and build a new one altogether.
Only problem is there are still many people inside of the old tent and they won’t come out.
Everyone sees their issue as THE ISSUE — nothing is more important than THEIR ‘THE’ ISSUE.
If their issue isn’t THE issue, then NO issue will be put forth.
We are drawing lines in our own sand within the big tent.
Our big tent is not a true partner in government right now and instead of forging plans to regain our foothold, we rather blame others in the big tent for getting us in this way.
We watched as we anticipated the collapse of the Republican Party.
Instead they reached the edge of their cliff and put the brakes on hard, stopping themselves from going over.
Whatever differences they have will be set aside for another day because they now have most of the chips in the big game, for nothing stops squabbling like success.
Instead, it is our big tent being pulled by a truck with no brakes closer to that cliff.
Maybe we will fix those brakes and make a hard stop before going over ourselves.
Or maybe not.