Today's post? The suspense, the intrigue and the excitement surrounding the DNC Chair-stakes. Yeah!
Um... Aside from baby-face Donny Fowler - who I swear would look more comfortable on TV if he would just give in and end every sentence with the word "dude" - I honestly struggle to remember the contestants...er...candidates. But people do care and seem to remember names as well. The Washington press cares. MoveOn cares. The Democratic Governor's Association cares. John Edwards cares.
And if the elite media, an activist group, a political committee and a guy with such good hair all care about an issue at the same time, two things are for certain:
1. They will disagree
2. No one else in America will care one iota.
Unless, of course, all the DNC chair wannabees were forced to live in a "reality-tv" house complete with cameras, a confessional, and that one wild card housemate that America loves to hate.
And actually, it's quite possible this is one of those shows. After all, these guys all think they're after something really good (like respect or power) but actually they are competing to be blamed, ridiculed, and frustrated (granted the Chair's office has it's own bathroom complete with shower! You talk about perks!). Is there a chance this show could turn out to be one of those heartwarming reality shows where in the end we see that the duck is a swan, the average guy is exceptional, we are all winners, the DNC becomes united, and effectively leads a progressive coalition to victory after victory? Perhaps this is asking too much of REALITY TV, but whatever happened to "you get what you ask for?"
