Playing Her Game

Well, well, well; looks like His Holiness learned something about fighting the devil by fighting LIKE her after all:

So much for party unity: As Florida Dems prepare[d] for Saturday’s Jefferson-Jackson dinner aimed at bringing the party “together once and for all,” a spat over the Obama campaign’s decision to replace some already-designated Florida delegates with Obama backers has intensified.

And how. DNC member Jon Ausman late Thursday e-mailed Dems (and reporters) choice sections of what he says were e-mails from Obama’s Florida finance chair Kirk Wagar — in which Wagar curses Ausman out and criticizes Senator Bill Nelson and party director Leonard Joseph.

The highlights: “You (Jon Ausman) fucked us. We are dealing with it. You need to accept the fact that you fucked us.”

And of Nelson: “I am getting very sick of (Senator) Nelson making a bad situation worse.”

Oh, come now, Kirk - La Clinton Nostra "fucked" the entire country for eight years, and is still determined to plug it in for another four despite your delusion that your guy has "clinched" your party's nomination.  You act like you just discovered that.  Where have you been since 1992?  At a Tourets convention?

Can't blame your bunch for strong-arming your own supporters into the spots held by Clinton delegates, though; you're just fighting copulation with copulation - dueling cigars, as it were.  That's how you have to play the game if you expect to beat the Arkansas Mafia, and Team Hussein is showing that it has paid attention to THAT much, at least.  Oh, sure, it may further alienate recalcitrant Clintonoids, but by cutting the legs out from under the remaining gambit the Empress has for submarining His Eminence, you're probably actually increasing the chance that they'll "come home" because they have "nowhere else to go."

But you might increase those chances of shotgun reconciliation if you fix that tact problem.  Remember, Bill & Hillary were only overbearing, foul-mouthed ogres in private; in public they were and are sunny, friendly, and gregarious - or, in Mrs. Clinton's case, at least strictly disciplined against showing her true self.  You're not helping your guy by venting where the Clintonoids can get wind of it.

Lucifer doesn't have the brass ring yet; until he stands in front of the Pepsi Center podium in two months, play hardball - but use a velvet-covered bat.