Posted by Mike Zahara on Jun 11, 2012
‘Exhausted’ is my personal Political Theme of 2012; I feel it very deeply, and so do millions of other voters in both parties across the country and I’ve written about this virus effecting the electorate this year and after popping into NVDEMS’ State Convention at Ballys Saturday, I’m convinced the virus is malignant and that the prognosis is terminal with nope hope of recovery.
For a moment there, I thought I’d walked into a Junior League Tea; everyone was behaving, most acting like adults, keeping their farting to a minimum, and even asswipe Jonathan Abbinett was yelling into people’s faces 6 inches from their noses instead of his normal 2 millimeters!
<–Chair Roberta Lange ran a terrific near flawless event and that’s why she’s the Chair! She’s a great worker bee and corrected out all that John Hunt and Sam Lieberman had ruined for all of us 1460 days ago.
Missing from four years ago? Basically everyone who was there in 2008!
The Events Center was about 1/3 filled with less than 600 people in sporadic attendance and all of the lifeblood and oxygen from four years ago was completely extinguished which was to be expected without a contested primary at the top of the ticket, but the death of passion was so evident this year as there were more vendors of t-shirts and pins than candidates and officeholders paying homage to the party’s die-hard activists who would have clung to dental floss had anyone thrown them such a lifeline to hold on to Saturday.
So bored were they that they cheered keynote speaker and complete idiot guest Los Angeles communist mayor Antonio Villaraigosa who spoke of things only a Progressive Extremist who once called Mexico president Vicente Fox ‘his president’, could deliver. Nothing he spoke of would ever appeal to a moderate or middle-of-the-road voter now or ever and his failure to pass the bar a half dozen times would have kept him off of my invite list too!
Wasn’t anyone else willing to come here Roberta?
<–One esteemed consultant even kept their firm and all of their clients away to do phone banking and is sure to lose some races for disrespecting this minor inconvenience we partisans call our conventions!
Four years ago, no one dared disrespect either Hillary or Barack; this year it was quite fashionable to extend ones middle finger to the whole shebang and that will be costly to many this coming November.
With only a few months to go, if the hard-assed partisans are sleepwalking in June, they won’t be jumping in November either and neither will the voters here and elsewhere around the country.
AG Sister Mary Catherine Cortez Masto gave a dull speech and hasn’t improved her public political persona one iota though Harry Reid Inc wanted her rather than Rochelle-y to take on Dean Heller this year! Controller Kim Wallin is still the state’s very best performing Dem and is still dismissed and publicly disrespected by Uncle Harry and his boys—that’s how tin-eared they are that they cannot see her value staring everyone in the face.
Dina Titus looked requisitely bored and it appeared to all of us that her hemorrhoids were bothering her again and that she would have preferred to be anywhere else but Ballys and I couldn’t tell you for the life of me why John Oceguera believes he should be a congressman either; he looked like Fred Flintstone in Mr Slate’s office for a dressing down to me and the rest of the audience. Harry Reid looked very sickly and weak and will be dead well before the end of his term as predicted long ago on these threads.
<– Kelvin Atkinson endorsed GOPer Kalani Hoo via dusty nigga Yvette Williams’ tireless work for GOPers and his people made it a point to mention to me that he doesn’t just like a standard FUPA, it’s gotta be a Supa FUPA…and a big ol’ giant Dupa! (Google Dupa–Polish to English–if you don’t know what a Dupa is this week like you didn’t know what a Fupa was last week!)
Rochelle-y with the marquis race this year looked Halloween very scary and sounded patronizing to us calling for ‘jobs’ when that should have been the number one priority 3.5 years ago instead of wasting 18 months on health care which is likely to be overturned by the Supremes because of how bad this worst bill in American history truly is.
Berkley still doesn’t look or sound enthused about her own race and appeared to be making plans to join the corporate world next year instead. Her inexplicable makeover to the 1971 Break Girl and those advising her seem to have castrated her and what partisans love the most about her; a reinvention that failed badly at Bally’s but not as badly as her TV ads have to date.
Myself and those I was sitting with speculated that Shelley Berkley is mainlining Botox to such a degree now that her entire head is paralyzed!
Rochelle-y’s unknown and completely lifeless campaign staffers bordered on bored and rude at her table; a shocking oversight by a person so concerned with the details and minutia of her public persona giving credence to those of us who believe, if not know, that Shelley Berkley really never wanted to be a US Senator to begin with.