All right, a brief word about the pearl clutching.
I’m not going to argue that the Democrats’ singing wasn’t odious and crass. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t — I’m hardly the one you should look to regarding what qualifies as offensive or not.
I’m also not going to claim, in terms of their motives, that I have anything to substantial to add to the conversation. I can only speculate. But here’s what I think: In a room filled with back-slapping, smug, self-satisfied tossers, the losing team has very few options for retaliation. I mean, you’ve already lost, so the best you can do is make the other guys less self-congratulatory.
All you can say is “you’ll be sorry.”
Which is what I think the Dems were trying to do. They want to plant a seed of doubt in the other reps; they want them to experience a twinge of selfish regret, a tiny pinprick of worry, something that might make them think to themselves, in the dead of the night, “Did I just make a mistake?”
It didn’t work, of course. Republicans don’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. At best, the singing only caused the Republicans to slightly increase the blinding speed at which they were already rubbing their hands.