Paging Jason Palmer

 Last March American Samoa held its Democratic Caucus and Jason Palmer, a 52-year-old Baltimore businessman, defeated Joe Biden 51-40.  His platform was "Washington, DC, is long overdue for a president who will be an advocate for American Samoa."  He now controls three of the territory's six delegates.  That's more than Rep. Dean Phillips (D-MN) and more than Vice President Kamala Harris.  All he needs now is a slogan.  "I'm calmer with Palmer"?

It doesn't take much to change the political landscape of the United States and the world -- a mild case of covid or a luckier shot by a gun-happy but otherwise opaque man of twenty.  Of course, the president's covid was abetted by a panicky party which saw its big donors and celebrity supporters melting away.  Now ActBlue reports more than $50 million in small donations since yesterday, while MAGA has been reduced to making fun of Harris's laugh -- a technique they previously employed against Hillary Clinton (inspired by the media's relentless mockery of an odd noise made by Howard Dean).  Barack Obama is calling for an open convention, whatever that means; the last one I vaguely remember was 1960, when feverish bargaining stopped the party elders from nominating two-time loser Adlai Stevenson yet again.    Open or closed, I assume Harris has the inside track.  Good grief, I'm old.  Obama wasn't even born in 1960.

My first reaction was "Why not nominate George Clooney and be done with it?"  If politics is now a branch of show business, as Neil Postman predicted in 1985, go with your strength.  But it's the next day and the Democrats feel rejuvenated, while the Old Felon rages and snarls and still won't remove the sanitary pad from the side of his misshapen head.  I just hope you people know what you're doing.

By the way, this is Jason Palmer.  He's no Clooney.



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