Please start a post so we can bitch about how absofuckinglutely stupid this caucus process is and what a waste of time it's been all morning.... zzzzzz.
Could you start at thread on angry overweight lesbians and the people they hate?
Or conversely, can we get a thread about where one can get good BBQ in this town?
alternate@1, you muwst be at the same convention I'm at. I like how the room is totally overcrowded, with hundreds standing, even though they've known for months that they were going to get this many delegates! Grrrrr....
Yeah, mine pretty much blew, too.
In the 43rd we had a bunch of bitchy middle aged women who wanted to be validated that they were, in fact, elected by other people in their precinct to represent their candidate.
also sean aston spoke, which I think was a wtf kind of moment.
I saw annie wagner and I sang lady in red.
Sven, you know "pledged" doesn't mean "pledged" right? you can change your pledged vote. Hildog said so.
and @2, i would love to read an angry lesbian thread. why are they so angry?
Pig Iron in Georgetown, Jones in Columbia City, Longhorn in Pioneer Square
WTF was Sean Aston doing in Seattle, let alone a caucus?
exactly, it was a WTF moment
I'm just guessing - but I imagine the bunch of bitchy middle-aged women were Hillaryites - yes? Nice touch - suggesting they want to be validated. How dare they?
I won't make it to Slog Happy, but I was down in Seattle this past weekend for the first time in a really long while, and romped around Capitol Hill a little bit. Good times. If you saw a strange curly-haired man walking around that was me.
their validation of being representitives of people their precinct was self evident, the need to explicitly state as such was unnecessary and histrionic.
Their candidate is losing. What can you expect?
Sean Astin was at the 36th, too! It wasn't just WTF, it was TRAGIC. Because he's not FROM the 36th, and the idea was, only four people got to speak on behalf of the candidates, and he went first, for Clinton -- and promptly used up ALL the time alloted for all four -- and he barely even mentioned his candidate! He talked about himself, and his passion, yadda yadda, and how bad Bush is, and how much he loved Obama and would support him if he won. "This is Obama Country, right?" (big cheer).
He was a terrible advocate for his candidate, and he used way too much time, and after he was done he smarmily shook hands with every single person on the podium and every single person beside it and on out the door. He signed a fucking AUTOGRAPH for some middle-aged lady at the door.
We also got Nickels and McDermott, ugh. Nickels has a great line of "global warming" patter but didn't mention that he has actually DONE NOTHING. McDermott solicited $ for his case, sweet.
But yeah, Sean Astin. Huh. I wish I could have told him that I used to jerk off to his mom.
Four years ago poltroon and I were Dean delegates. Hot, crowded, confused, and the entertainment was lawyers arguing about where the commas and semicolons should go in the platform. Fun once, but now I've seen it. This year we let the bouncy young ones have their chance.
#14- and by 'losing' you mean 'losing to another Democratic candidate'. Well, as long as we're not losing to a Republican candidate, right? And by "We" I mean Democrats. This Obama/Hillary race is getting as old as hating Bush.
April is indeed the cruelest month, breeding
Clinton supporters out of dead careers, mixing
Calumny with avarice
Here's a slogan for the Clinton Camp - adapted from Dante:
"Here the repellent Harpy makes her nest."
cochise@7: I'm not talking about the sub-caucus. I'm talking about the main room pre-credentialing. The leaders of the 5th LD knew exactly how many people were going to be there, because that's how many delegates & alternates were elected at the caucuses, and they didn't let anyone else in. And there were still hundreds standing. And there wasn't enough parking, because we were at a 9th grad campus.
Half the people said "damn, all these fresh young faces and many of them are going to be so pissed at the poor execution, they won't want to do this again." The other half said "fuck caucuses, go for primaries." Which is awesome, coming from Obama supporters.
Pretty good judgment on Obama's part, figuring out that winning caucuses was the key to winning the nomination. Good tactics built on good strategy. Maybe it wasn't Hillary's fault: perhaps she's just not good at choosing a staffers who can give her good advice. Whereas Obama knows how to find and hire talented people.
So unfair. We're trying to choose a good President and Commander in Chief, and instead the race is going to the candidate with the best decision-making and leadership skills.
Because what a hoot THAT would be!
I didn't stick around long after not getting called/seated as an alternate-delegate, but I hope all those douches who came out of the precinct caucus saying how 'great the participatory democratic process of caucusing was' will come out of this realizing what utter preening douchebaggery the caucus actually is, and that we can all save time and money by going with the primary.
And Samwise Goonie ("down here it's our time - it's OUR TIME, down here...") stuck around the 43rd's gym (where the uncalled alternates waited) a long time for autographs and pictures with adoring fans, while the delegates sweated away lousy speeches in the dark next door.
It's nothing to be proud of.
Fnarf: you used to jerk off to Patty Duke??? All that touching and grunting when she played Helen Keller in The Miracle Worker get you hot? I can't believe it was Valley of the Dolls because no rational heterosexual man would choose Patty Duke over Sharon Tate.
Patty Duke was a million times hotter than Sharon Tate, but what really turned my crank was The Patty Duke Show. Oh, Jesus. Ten times hotter than Hayley Mills, and that's saying something. The only thing that comes close is Judy Geeson in To Sir With Love, or women like Rita Tushingham or Julie Christie, but I didn't know about them until twenty years later.
Thursday should be fun. Maybe I can get my friend, the Lesbian Inuit delegate for Clinton to the Congressional Caucus and State Convention to show up ... she could head butt you wusses into submission, and she's much shorter than you ...
I am afraid to go to these. I went once and knew no one, nor could I figure out a way to deduce who was there from Slog or not.
Also, I had to wait forever for a drink because the bar was encircled by slow-sipping hipsters who did not think to move away once they'd been served. By the two people behind the bar (woeful understaffing).
So I'm going to have to figure a way out to meet these nice people another way.
That's what the nametags are for.
As for the slow-sipping hipsters, I find that sidling up behind one and then saying in a slightly overly loud voice, "Hey! Isn't that Nick Cave walking through the front door?" will usually rouse them out of their somnambulance just enough to allow you to squeeze into the bar.
Or barring that, a swift elbow to the rib-cage is equally as effective, if somewhat less subtle.
@28 -- I like your politics.
I looked all over for a nametag person the time I went but found no one.
But it makes no diff anyway, since I am in LA every Thursday and don't get back till 9pm.
In the 36th, Nick Cave wouldn't get a reaction. Gotta be somebody much, much older. Is Grace Slick still alive?
@30 -- Cackle, cackle. Too true.
The most popular hairstyle in the 36th is the greying ponytail topped with an olive flat-brim cowboy hat with a silver band. At one point, the guy working the PA played Janis Joplin, "Imagine", and Bob Marley in a row. Before that he played "Soul Man" -- the Blues Brothers version, with Paul Fucking Schaefer.
Paul motha fuckin' SHAEFER?
And as a special treat this Thursday is "EVERYBODY IS ECCE HOMO DAY!"
Your schtick is getting old.
So it turns out I probably won't be there. My mother has had a setback in her battle with pancreatic cancer. After being home for only four days, I'm hopping a red eye back to MN tonight...
@36 -- Sorry to hear that, Sven. My sympathies.
You would know something about that wouldn't you?
Every attack I've launched against you has been with my handle. And, trust me, if I were to sock puppet you, my attacks would be much more vicious than anything you've seen before.
You're such a prissy, hypocritical little bitch. I pray for you and your nonexistent family.
Thanks, JTC. I've gotten more info in the last couple of hours- it's just about over for my Mom. Hopefully she'll still be conscious when I get there in the morning.
But she lasted longer that 95% of people with pancreatic cancer, and she just got done with a great visit here to see Lena and Sven Jr., so we've been relatively lucky...
Sven: My condolences, man. I know what it's like. Best to you and the family.
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