Okay, campers, I’m in Austin today to holler at the Texas Democratic Party Platform Committee.
Our party chairman, Gilberto Hinojosa, put me on the platform committee. Whether he’s the smartest man you ever knew or totally drunk when making the selection is up for speculation and your viewpoint. I can promise you that the Texas Democrat roaches, who linger even after a decade of being proven wrong, losing everything, and throwing $11 million down the toilet, are still fighting for the “persuadable Republican” instead of firing up the base. I have one thing to say, “persuadable Republicans” are like unicorns – fun to talk about but they don’t exist.
I will be there to fight for core Democratic values. Y’all might want to organize a posse with some big ole encyclopedias – not for the information but for the whacking upside the head value.
I’ll keep you updated if we get a break or some damfool drones on and on about how he dislikes section C, subtext 4, bullet point IV.
Bubba and I arrived last night and, as required by statute, went for Margaritas and tamales with some of our favorite people. Little did we know that the hole-in-the-wall joint we chose for last night’s cuisine had won an award in 2005 from the Austin Chronicle, an alternative newspaper.
Here ya go. It was hanging over the door as you exit. Thanks to Mark for being tall enough to take the picture. You might have to click the little one to get the big one.
If the Austin Chronicle cannot spell tortilla, then they are an alternative newspaper in every sense of the word – including spelling.
If you’re ever in Austin, their tortilla soup is amazingly great but their Margaritas are the worst ever. The first hint was blue salt around the rim.
We took it seriously and we worked nicely together.
I’m home. We are going to have an excellent platform if it survives the convention committee. I’m thinking of running for the convention committee.