I’ve been saying that the Democrat nomination – and most Democrat elections – will go to whichever candidate dishes the hopey-changey with the most enthusiasm, from the most intesectionally-correct platform.
And events seem to be bearing me out on that.
But it brings to mind something I’ve been joking about for a while. When it comes to progressive politics, yesterday’s jokes are today’s slogans and tomorrow’s campaign promises.
It’s on the brink of becoming Berg’s 21st Law.