Tamara watched the first forty-five minutes or so of the Democratic debate. I listened from the next room. Even from there, it was obvious that Michael Bloomberg was coming in for a well-deserved drubbing. For a pool of candidates who are already anticipating -- and occasionally, actively -- campaigning against an outspoken, big-money New Yorker who they believe to be racist and high-handed, the former Mayor was easy meat: his major differences to our current President amount to little more than hairstyle, hand size and a far more massaged social media presence.
That doesn't mean he hasn't got a chance, but if there was one thing all the other candidates on the stage last night agreed on, it was that they disapproved of Mr. Bloomberg. Made me feel all warm inside for nearly thirty seconds, it did, since it was the single notion that I knew we had in common. For that matter, it's probably the only thing that they've all got in common with Wayne LaPierre.
There was only one non-millionaire (at a minimum) on last night's stage (and Peter Paul Montgomery Buttigieg has years in which to catch up). When even your fellow top-of-the-heap dwellers loathe you, that should be a message.
Sometimes common ground is an awfully small patch of dirt. Sometimes it's the size of Manhattan.
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