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Ooooooookay. If you've got a beer, I suggest you open it, chug it, and open another.
I spent six and a half of the more excruciating hours of my life on Saturday at the King County Democratic Convention in Seattle. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't all bad. The last four hours, though, were an exercise in frustration I can only liken to having bamboo shoots run under one's fingernails.
DH and I, in a 6,000 seat venue and without looking for her, managed to sit directly behind Geniph and JohnnyAwl. (WHAT are the chances of that?) It's a good thing that Geniph and Johnny were there, or I would have had to do something desperate.
I know you've all heard Will Rogers' quote about "I don't belong to an organized political party. I'm a Democrat." We heard multiple speeches from multiple candidates. (Have I mentioned yet today how much I love Jay Inslee?) We also heard from Jim McDermott, Patty Murray, and an entire cast of good lookin' Democratic candidates. So far, so good. We got to work just before noon on the platform and planks, and then the problems started.
What is it with Democrats and hairsplitting? The first paragraph of the platform took TWO HOURS to iron out. I'm not kidding. By the time we had to leave (the convention was due to be over at 1:30, we had another event that we had to be to at 4:30,) they'd gotten to the second section. Those sitting in the section around us tried every trick we could think of from Robert's Rules of Order to move things along, even slightly. To my immediate knowledge, the group didn't make it through the platform, let alone the pages of resolutions convention delegates had added.
Does this happen anywhere else, or only in Washington?
By the way, Geniph and I are both running to be national delegates! If you see two redheads in the Washington delegation this July, you'll know they're from DU!
Julie
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