Yesterday, Mad Dog heard Cory Booker at a backyard New Hampshire event.
He told an affecting story about washing the blood of a gunshot victim off his chest with water hot enough to cause enough pain to his skin to deflect the pain he felt inside. Women sobbed. You could hear a pin drop.
Mad Dog was unmoved:
1. It was simply too much, too much drama, too theatrical.
2. It was all about appealing to white suburban women who are all about empathy, compassion and who are moved by "heart rending."
(Some men are, too, but this is a pitch which is focus grouped.)
Not that he was insincere. He was just not what Mad Dog was looking for.
Mad Dog loves Elizabeth Warren, but she shares that fatal earnestness of the Democrat: bleeding heart liberal, oozing concern for the wretched refuse stuff Booker is trying to sell.
Don't get Mad Dog wrong: He loves Emma Lazarus and the yearning to breathe free stuff, but he is looking for someone who can withstand the acid rain of the Trump crowd, who say all that's for losers.
Today, it was different.
At a house party in an elegant Brentwood manse, Amy Kobuchar arrived and ridiculed Trump from start to finish. She did the one thing Trump cannot stand: She made a fool of him, much to the delight of the crowd.
The one thing that makes Trump melt is withering ridicule, laugh out loud, ridicule.
She mentioned that when Trump pulled us out of the climate accord, only Nicaragua and Syria had not signed on. Today both of these countries have signed on--only the US has not. She went through a few stories about floods and fires and asked: Do you really think we don't have climate change? She mentioned a march of scientists who marched with banners that said, "Science matters. But first, peer review."
She said Trump has been riding on the Obama recovery for two years and he has been doing his level best to torpedo the recovery Obama gave us.
Everyone was laughing together. It was cathartic.
From climate change, to healthcare to student debt she said just enough, not too much wonky detail, just broad strokes.
Mad Dog could have listened to her all night.
This is just 4 days after Trump regaled his 10,000 storm troopers in Manchester.
After she finished her stump routine, she took questions, written on slips of paper she pulled from a box.
She pulled out one slip and read it: "How to you defeat a candidate of charisma with policy?"
She laughed. "Well, I think I have plenty of charisma."
She had already proven that.
He told an affecting story about washing the blood of a gunshot victim off his chest with water hot enough to cause enough pain to his skin to deflect the pain he felt inside. Women sobbed. You could hear a pin drop.
Mad Dog was unmoved:
1. It was simply too much, too much drama, too theatrical.
2. It was all about appealing to white suburban women who are all about empathy, compassion and who are moved by "heart rending."
(Some men are, too, but this is a pitch which is focus grouped.)
Not that he was insincere. He was just not what Mad Dog was looking for.
Mad Dog loves Elizabeth Warren, but she shares that fatal earnestness of the Democrat: bleeding heart liberal, oozing concern for the wretched refuse stuff Booker is trying to sell.
Don't get Mad Dog wrong: He loves Emma Lazarus and the yearning to breathe free stuff, but he is looking for someone who can withstand the acid rain of the Trump crowd, who say all that's for losers.
Today, it was different.
At a house party in an elegant Brentwood manse, Amy Kobuchar arrived and ridiculed Trump from start to finish. She did the one thing Trump cannot stand: She made a fool of him, much to the delight of the crowd.
The one thing that makes Trump melt is withering ridicule, laugh out loud, ridicule.
She mentioned that when Trump pulled us out of the climate accord, only Nicaragua and Syria had not signed on. Today both of these countries have signed on--only the US has not. She went through a few stories about floods and fires and asked: Do you really think we don't have climate change? She mentioned a march of scientists who marched with banners that said, "Science matters. But first, peer review."
She said Trump has been riding on the Obama recovery for two years and he has been doing his level best to torpedo the recovery Obama gave us.
Everyone was laughing together. It was cathartic.
From climate change, to healthcare to student debt she said just enough, not too much wonky detail, just broad strokes.
Mad Dog could have listened to her all night.
This is just 4 days after Trump regaled his 10,000 storm troopers in Manchester.
After she finished her stump routine, she took questions, written on slips of paper she pulled from a box.
She pulled out one slip and read it: "How to you defeat a candidate of charisma with policy?"
She laughed. "Well, I think I have plenty of charisma."
She had already proven that.




























