Will Dems play it safe or go all in?
When the economy shows signs of weakness, Wall Street analysts expect to see what they call a “flight to safety.” Investors sell stocks and buy bonds or gold.
The same phenomenon can sometimes be found in politics. Understanding that George W. Bush was riding high in 2004, after what was perceived as a successful response to the 9/11 attacks, Democrats wagered that Vietnam veteran Sen. John Kerry would stand a better chance of victory than the candidate who most excited them, Vermont’s Howard Dean. A popular lapel pin at the time captured the mood, “Dated Dean. Married Kerry.”
The strategy — to neutralize Bush’s war advantage with Kerry’s war record — ran into difficulties. There was partisan wrangling over whether Kerry deserved his Purple Hearts and other citations, but most damaging was Kerry’s dubious makeover — transforming himself from prominent Vietnam War critic into Vietnam War hero. The threads didn’t mesh, and Kerry found himself tangled in contradictions.
Arguably, one story of the Democratic primary race so far has been the competition between two impulses — the flight to safety versus the urge to splurge.
The first impulse holds Joe
Biden aloft. Despite his age, some gobbledygook in debates and on the trail, and his past heresies (from the Democratic primary voters’ perspective) about criminal justice and the Iraq War, Joe Biden has maintained a steady lead. His authorship of the 1994 crime bill, which some believe led to the overincarceration of African Americans, seems not to have dented the enthusiasm of the key constituency in Democratic primaries. He claims a steady 40% of African American support nationally, and a whopping 51% in South Carolina, according to the Monmouth University poll.
Amy Klobuchar is a moderate who tells hard truths to the party’s progressives. In the Jan. 14 debate, she reminded Bernie Sanders that two-thirds of Senate Democrats don’t support “Medicare for All,” let alone Republicans. Perhaps that’s one reason she is among the final six. Klobuchar has struggled to make it into double digits in the polls, though she fulfills many of the desiderata for 2020.
She’s from the Midwest, which is likely to be key to the Electoral College again. She’s neither too young nor too old. She is experienced. She is a solid, realistic, gradualist who wouldn’t scare away independents or disaffected Republicans in November. Some might say, well, actually some have said, that she’s “boring.” But in an era when politics has become a juvenile insult-fest, dull sounds soothing. Or it might, if safety is your primary goal.
For at least 30% of the Democratic electorate, those who currently support Elizabeth Warren or Sanders, swinging for the fences is the mood. They seem to have taken Trump’s 2016 win as a challenge: If Republicans went wild in 2016, choosing the least reasonable candidate, Democrats deserve their turn in 2020.
Sanders and Warren are “fundamental transformation” Democrats.
Consult Bernie’s website and you’ll find plans, or should I say ambitions, to transform everything. It isn’t just “Medicare for All”; it’s “housing for all” and “college for all” and “fair banking for all” and “justice and safety for all.” Elizabeth Warren has backed away only slightly from her endorsement of “Medicare for All.”
None of the candidates acknowledges that the medical system they decry, when they cite high deductibles and costly prescription drugs, is the one a Democratic president, Barack Obama, passed to solve those very problems. Their approach reminds me of my husband’s solution to any household problem: “Apply force. If that doesn’t work, apply more force.”
A tiny dose of modesty about vast government solutions to complex problems would go a long way. Perhaps single-payer is, as Sanders and Warren claim, the fairest, cheapest and most efficient way to deliver health care (though policy analysts across the political spectrum spit out their coffee at Sanders’ claims about how much the whole scheme would really cost). But let’s say he and Warren are right. Apparently, a majority of voters in Oregon agree.
Here’s a crazy idea: Before adopting such a sweeping overhaul of 18% of our economy, let Oregon experiment with it and let’s see in five years how it worked out.
One more safety candidate is waiting in the wings. Mike Bloomberg is skipping the early contests, but hiring and advertising now. Has this been tried before? Yes, another former New York mayor, Rudy Giuliani, skipped Iowa and New Hampshire in 2008. Of course, Giuliani (to his great regret) didn’t sit atop a $58 billion fortune.
All eyes are on Biden, Sanders, Warren and Buttigieg now, but primaries bring surprises.
Psst. I have a secret. Let’s try to keep it between us as I’d hate to rock the region with this devastating news. Brace yourself: It’s winter in Chicago.
One would think this is obvious — dips in temperature, snow blanketing the prairie, barren trees, and bodies bundled like burritos — but alas the season comes as a surprise to many every year. The result is incessant winter whining. “Why do we live here?” “It’s so cold outside.” “Why is there snow?”
People feigning disbelief at nature.
I’m sick of the annual performative winter whining. Last year when a winter storm hit the New
York area, a local news channel did the also performative personon-the-street interview about the weather. A woman named Diane, with a New York accent as thick as a pastrami deli sandwich, answered the news reporter in an incredulous tone. She didn’t understand why people were mad at snow. In winter, no less.
“We are a bunch of weird people,” Diane exclaimed. “If it were summer and it was snowing — yes. It is winter! Hello! It’s winter. I’m not surprised. I love it.”
Diane’s common sense warmed me on what was probably a cold winter day here. I already despise weather small talk. When it’s winter, it bugs me more. I love living in a climate with all four seasons. Constant complaining about winter won’t replace the season with summer Lake Michigan beach days. I get the inconvenience of winter. Everything takes a little bit longer to do. Car batteries die.
Flights are subject to delays. Bad drivers. Gray skies make us blue. January is especially tough as the post-holiday hangover set in.
We forget that winter doesn’t stop the city from moving. We’re better than that. Life still goes on and we refuse to let snow paralyze us.
I remember the January 1999 blizzard. My friends and I went to a club on Elston Avenue; it was packed and no one heeded the meteorologists’ warnings. (Getting home was a three-day ordeal but we were in our early 20s and made it fun!)
During the polar vortex of 2014, a Chicago friend living in New York decided to make the most of a canceled flight. She celebrated her birthday here at a speakeasy. I and her other friends packed the basement on a Tuesday night. You would never know an arctic blast whirled about outside.
My dad is not above barbecuing on Christmas.
This is the Chicago I appreciate.
We are meaty and resilient.
I compiled a few tips to prevent you from falling into the winter whining trap.
♦ Spend quality time with friends in your home. Winter can be cozy with fireplaces, bourbon and conversation.
♦ Try new recipes that require hours. In the winter, I make an eight-hour marinara sauce or an eight-hour lamb on the weekends.
♦ Enjoy winter activities. When I lived in Minnesota, residents got mad if it was a mild winter because it interrupted ice fishing and snowmobiling. That’s the attitude! Ice skate, take your family sledding or have a snowball fight. We live in a winter wonderland.
♦ Look at pictures of humid summer days and remember how you complained about how hot it was.
♦ Warm up with hot chocolate and a visit to a conservatory.
♦ Make a point to enjoy myriad cultural offerings in the city — from museums to storefront theater.
♦ While I don’t do New Year resolutions, I do use the time to reset in January. Currently, I’m doing the Daniel Fast. In previous years, I’ve done a 21-day financial fast.
♦ If you’re really going stir crazy, do something that reminds you of warm weather. Is there a scent you wear, drink you order, food you eat in the summer? Wrap yourself in that memory by indulging.
I leave you with this: Years ago a Miami friend moved to Chicago. People asked her why on earth she would do that. She said she’d take a blizzard over a hurricane. The next time you feel bad about our winter, remember that in Denmark it gets dark at 3:30 p.m. this time of year.
Mostly important, soak in Diane’s sage words: It’s winter; let’s work with it.