Watching the Democrat Party’s ongoing exercise in self-immolation has been a guilty pleasure for some time now.
Ever since orchestrating a palace coup to remove their titular mushroom and then falling on their collective plastic swords to joyfully follow the Coconut Queen and Court Jester into the dustbin of historical ignominy, what luminaries, sages, and throne pretenders the party possesses have dumped Everclear into their clown car carburetor to juice those Crazytown rpms.
They are suffering from a case of Democrat Dissociative Identity Disorder. Unlike in the individual case, these are not separate personalities trying to dominate in a single head, but the voices of all talking heads trying to achieve dominance and establish position in a now nebulous party – a party in a power vacuum.
A party disappearing in a cacophony of increasingly crazy public…
