Drunkblogging the First Democratic Debate: Night Two
So that happened.
After two night, any big conclusions to draw?
No, not really.
Biden is still at the top of his game, if that's your thing. Buttigieg remains formidable, Harris is savvy-but-not-always-convincing, Warren is treading water, Bernie is Bernie, and the rest of the field is mostly punchlines.
Not funny punchlines, but still.
The primary is going to be a long, hard slog, I think.
If I were the DNC, I'd be thinking very hard about what muscle I could use to gently force out the punchlines before they do serious damage to public perceptions of today's Democratic Party. Gently enough not to piss off vital demos, but forceful enough to get the job done -- that's a difficult needle to thread.
But mostly what I come away with is this: The punchlines are the modern Democratic Party, or soon will be once that "torch" falls out of Biden's "cold, dead hands," or gets pried out by some younger contender.
It's a little sad, a little frightening, but a fine reason to drink.
So we've got that going for us. Which is nice.
Biden: I'm not Trump. I'm White Obama.
Sanders: THESE PEOPLE HERE DON'T CHANGE THE THINGS I'D CHANGE LIKE POVERTY AND DEBT AND I HAVE ANSWER AND CHANGE AND GUTS AND VOLUME. COMRADES, GOODNIGHT.
Buttigieg: I have experience.
Harris: I will prosecute Donald Trump because I'm not a witch -- I'm you.
Yang: "I am proof that democracy still works," despite never having been elected to anything.
Gillibrand: Women rock!
Hickenlooper: I was a progressive governor, so please forgive me for being white and straight and male.
Bennet: Colorado legalized weed and I am, too.
Williamson: This interpretive dance will explain my view on Donald Trump.