Tuesday Was a Small Disaster With Bigger Ones On the Horizon
"I have not seen any evidence that whether I am doing well or poorly, whether I have got my agenda passed or not, is going to have any real impact on winning or losing."
So said President Joe Biden on the Monday before the Tuesday that proved how wrong he was. Even on Monday, was there anyone other than him who really believed that? Did he?
The problem is that by all rights, Terry McAuliffe should have won, and there aren't a lot of explanations for why he didn't that don't begin and end with the president. I've known McAuliffe for a very long time. He is the best fundraiser I've ever met. One of the most effective campaigners I've ever met. A real people person. Positioned exactly where you should be as a Democrat in a general election, with a strong record as governor to run on. At one point, the predictions market had him up so far it was easy to take it for granted; after all, Virginia hasn't elected a Republican to statewide office since 2009.
Who else can you blame?
I like Joe Biden. I've met quite a few politicians who I would not say that about. He has always struck me as a decent and honorable man, a man who has grown from his losses, a man who truly loves his family, which is why we forgive him Hunter, a man who wants what he believes is best for the working families in this country. A man who carried Virginia by 10 points and whose favorable rating then dropped to the low 40s.
A man who is caught in the wrong century.
Our friend from Washington is telling us about the two infrastructure bills. I know it matters. I'm exactly the sort of person who should be up-to-the-minute on what the senators from Arizona and West Virginia are doing and whether the progressives will go along and whatever else it is that has caused Congress to accomplish absolutely nothing under supposed Democratic control. But I'm not.
I'm up-to-the-minute on the price of eggs. And the cost of cans for cranberry. And the likelihood of empty shelves when I shop for all the children in my life come December.
I'm up-to-the-minute on all the big ships you can see lined up just waiting to unload at San Pedro, which is pretty far south of where we're sitting.