Pehhhhhhhhhnsylvania! Where the wind comes sweeping through the mines …!
That's the way it goes, isn't it?
"Virtue, Liberty, and Independence" is the motto of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. Pretty good motto. Pretty good state.
Next Tuesday the C of P will hold its Presidential primary election. No one. NO ONE believed that either nomination would still be at issue on April 22nd.
Hillary R. (!) Clinton has to win the Pennsylvania primary election next Tuesday. That is not at issue. There are some in the Democratic Party family who are attempting to set the Hillary bar very high by contending she has to win by double digits or … else.
Barack H. (!) Obama looked like he was making a run at Hillary in Pennsylvania and, in fact, might finally have been able to close her out of this nominating process until he made that very telling unforced error in San Francisco last week.
For those who have been off the planet, at a private fundraiser in San Francisco last week, Barack H. (!) Obama explained to the rich, West Coast elites about the po' folk in small towns in places like central Pennsylvania: "You go into some of these small towns in Pennsylvania, and like a lot of small towns in the Midwest … and it's not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations."
As I said on Fox yesterday morning, those of us who have spent a great deal of time in small towns like Marietta, Ohio (45750) population something on the order of 14,000, that's the way we believe the big city people from New York, and Chicago, and Dallas, and SAN FRANCISCO think about us.
We're too dumb to think through big issues, so we "cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them …"
Back in the day, I was the news director of WMOA, one of the two radio stations in Marietta, Ohio (45750). I was a pretty good reporter. I wrote a daily commentary which, readers of MULLINGS would find comfortingly (or eerily) familiar.
Other than a few of the college professors at Marietta College, I was the only Jew most citizens of Marietta had ever met.
I didn't wear my religion on my sleeve, but I mentioned it now and again (as I do now and again in MULLINGS) in passing when it made sense to do so.
These bitter, frustrated small town people, from Southeastern Ohio, from Appalachia, who cling to guns and religion and "antipathy to people who are not like them" elected me to be a member of their City Council.