To caucus, to caucus, to buy a fat pig.
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
Lily and I attended our precinct’s Democratic caucus today, in this fine church:
It was kind of like a primary, but muggier, messier, and not the least bit secretive. Actually, I think the entire point of the caucus system is to allow we, the people, to intimidate and coerce each other toward consensus. It is absolutely punishing being the almost-lone voice of dissent in an overheated, elbow-to-elbow church-room caucus.
However, never one to be discouraged, here is Lily standing for change:
