...but now I'm serious. The modern Democratic Party is insane.
We face $4+ gas, the prospects of an unending War on Terror and War in Iraq, a recession, a banking crisis, a home mortgage crisis, a real estate market free fall, and what is the DNC worried about?
Fanny packs. Baseball caps. Biodegradable balloons. Colors of meals. An Official Carbon Advisor.
What am I babbling about?
The Democratic National Convention in Denver, or "The Greenest Show on Earth"
Here's some good quotes for you (from today's WSJ):
The host committee for the Democratic National Convention wanted 15,000 fanny packs for volunteers. But they had to be made of organic cotton. By unionized labor. In the USA.
Official merchandiser Bob DeMasse scoured the country. His weary conclusion: "That just doesn't exist."
Ditto for the baseball caps. "We have a union cap or an organic cap," Mr. DeMasse says. "But we don't have a union-organic offering."
And even better:
To test whether celebratory balloons advertised as biodegradable actually will decompose, Ms. Robinson buried samples in a steaming compost heap. She hired an Official Carbon Adviser, who will measure the greenhouse-gas emissions of every placard, every plane trip, every appetizer prepared and every coffee cup tossed. The Democrats hope to pay penance for those emissions by investing in renewable energy projects.
I was going to bold parts of that paragraph, but I ended up realizing I'd be putting the whole thing in bold.
This is what the DNC is concerned about?
At least in the past, I understood the left. I didn't always agree with them, but I understood them. And I was willing to admit that there may be merit to some of their ideas. I'm not arrogant enough to believe that I'm (or the right is) always correct.
But I don't even understand this. It seems to me that there are so many bigger fish to fry than to worry about fanny packs and baseball caps.
Oh, but no fried food is allowed at the convention either. Maybe that's why they're not concerned about frying the bigger fish.