I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. (Had to have been a lot of thinking. Sure as hell wasn't doing a lot of blogging, was I? For that, my parenthetical appy-polly-ologies for the lackblog.) And more and more, I've been coming to the realization that we Democrats simply won't win the day come this November. Regardless of what we do.
Let me explain.
Ever read the phrase "Joementum"? Of course you have. All you need to do is flip over to Atrios' blog and you'll see it so much that you'd think Duncan has it on a hotkey. And you'll never read it in a positive spin, either. Hells, Lieberman-bashing has become an official sport over there on Eschaton. Why? Because he's close to the double-yellow-line (If he hasn't gone to the other side and become a Conservative Democrat.) that denotes left from right. And that line is what, to a political partisan of either stripe, also denotes right from wrong. (Of course, all this Joe-bash started when Lieberman joined up with the Gang of 14, along with my own senator Ken Salazar, in order to stop the nukular option.)
Now, Lieberman is far from being the only one that is the target of the progressive blogroll. This post by JEdmunds over on Pandagon (Via Neil's post on Ezra's blog, as I haven't read Pandagon daily since Jesse left.) points to two more bipartisan-leaning Democrats that are raising the ire of the far left: Maria Cantwell, the junior Senator from Washington, and Bob Casey Junior, the "chosen one" to go up against Rick Santorum in Pennsylvania.
So these three, with the probable addition of Lieberman's fellow Mod Squad member Robert Byrd, will have the brunt of the far-progressive wing's ire this year, with every erg of their power going to either unseating them or supporting third-party candidates instead.
And this is why we Democrats will not win the Senate this year. The progressive wing of the party has shown, yet again, that they have not learned the basic lesson of the Republican Revolution of 1994. Namely that the key to political victory is just like the principles of real estate: Party, Party, Party. (Also the creed of Fraternity Row.)
Only once a party has gained political power can they concern themselves with quibbling over who gets what slices of the partisan pie. Instead of buckling down and working on getting ahold of the pie in the first place, hard-core progressives like Atrios, the Pandagon gang, and a good majority of Kossack commenters will waste their energy by keeping their hands out for their big est possible piece before it's even decided whether or not we get that pie in the first place.
(Dammit. Now I'm hungry for pie. Once again, an overextended analogy bites me in the assets. A trip to Denny's for some old-fashioned apple is in order once I click Publish.)
(Oh wait. I can't go to Denny's. I forgot. I'm broke. Never mind. I'll suffer and just sit here cranking the Dropkick Murphys and eating ramen until dawn instead. But the moment any of you mention anything about baked goods, I sweartaBran I'm gonna to santorum all over you.)
All I can do is take comfort in the knowledge that, one of these days, the far-progressive wing is going to get the idea that togetherness is going to be the only way we'll get back into power. Unfortunately, what comfort I can gather from that is diluted by the knowledge that it took the Republicans over 30 years to come to the exact same conclusion.
And I highly doubt that we'll have a Gingrich to hold the battle-standard high, either. Which puts the TradeSports odds of 5-1 for a Democratic takeover of the Senate this year as one of the worst investments on the board.