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Beto Really Hopes That What Happened in Vegas Stays in Vegas

Today’s Campaign Update
(Because The Campaign Never Ends)

I’m old enough to remember when Beto was the “next Kennedy.”  – At least, that’s what all the dreamy-eyed girls and guys in our fake news media kept telling us last fall, when Irish Bob O’Rourke was running against an evil Republican named Ted Cruz for a senate seat in Texas. Back then, all those Millennial fake journalists fought tooth and nail with one another to be Beto’s date, to get that coveted assignment of covering his campaign or writing a glowing profile of the three-term congressman with the unremarkable record. Heck, even a lot of Baby Boomer fake journalists got into that act.

That was then, this is now. None of the fake reporters want to date their precious Beto anymore. Beto played the field, broke too many hearts during the long winter which he spent dawdling around trying to “find himself” or something. He fooled around for so long that even all the college campus social justice warriors and snowflakes went off and found themselves another goofy Democrat to idolize and project their wildest idiotic dreams of a Marxist nirvana onto, an even younger Democrat with even better hair and an even more Kennedy-esque bearing.

Oh, Beto got off to a grand start. He raised $6.1 million during the first 24 hours following his long-awaited formal announcement, drew big crowds to his first few public events, and got gobs of free media attention for his initial tactic of driving around Iowa in a gas-guzzling mom van.

But since that heady initial first week when his support ran up into the teens in a couple of national polls, it’s all gone to hell in a furry hand basket. The fundraising has fallen off dramatically; the crowds have grown so small that he has a hard time filling up a roadside diner now; the fake reporters who used to scratch and claw with one another to date his campaign are now angry when their editor denies them a date with Mayor Pete or The Commie or Creepy Joe; the polling numbers are now mired in the mid-single digits, and he is bleeding campaign staff.

On Friday, the former media-created-and-supported “rising star” in the Democrat Party ventured out to Las Vegas to give a talk on the UNLV campus, and spoke to a gathering estimated at 35 souls. Not 35,000, not 3,500, not even 350. Thirty-five. That’s a 3 followed by a 5 with no 0s after it. Not a typo.

That’s right: While Creepy Joe was cackling with the shrews on “The View”, Mayor Pete was getting profile after profile written by the fake media describing him as a “gay Christian” and “kryptonite for the Religious Right,” and The Commie was drawing big crowds in Ohio, Irish Bob O’Rourke was spending his time waving his arms and sweating and mumbling his standard meaningless platitudes at a few dozen coeds in Sin City.

Those meaningless platitudes are a big part of Irish Bob’s problem: His campaign has no meaning. As I wrote on Thursday, his campaign is like an episode of Seinfeld: A show about nothing starring a cynical guy who tells fake stories to small audiences for a living.

Yes, Democrat voters love to be lied to; yes, they love to be pounded with meaningless platitudes that they can memorize and then go scream at everyone after their third gin and tonic at the next happy hour at the local hipster bar; but the trick for a Democrat candidate is to make those meaningless platitudes his or her own.

In this task, Irish Bob is an epic failure. His major problem is that his meaningless platitudes are purely responsive. If The Commie’s for free college for everyone, why then, Irish Bob’s for it, too. If Fauxcahontas wants to come take your guns, why, so does Irish Bob! If Mayor Pete’s for Medicare for All, well, heck, Irish Bob says “Me, too!” And on and on it goes.

Ask yourself this question: What is Irish Bob O’Rourke’s signature issue? Sheep suits and skateboards don’t count.

If you’re sitting there without an answer – and you most certainly are if you are being honest with yourself – that’s my point.  The man is in a field with 19 other candidates and counting. Even with the vapid, mindless Democrat voter base, job number one for any candidate is to give those people a real reason to vote for him over all those other people. Latching onto all those other peoples’ ideas is not the way to go about it.

Being a cute, freakish novelty act will take you a long way in a Texas Senate race when you are the only person standing between the fake news media and someone the media hates as much as Ted Cruz. But it’s not going to get you very far in a field sprinkled with various other cute, freakish novelty acts and Democrat veterans onto whom all the SJWs, snowflakes and fake journalists can project their undying love, faith and loyalty.

Political lightning is a fickle thing. Irish Bob is finding out the hard way that relying on it to strike twice instead of doing the hard work of mounting a real, substantive campaign is a formula for failure.

That is all.

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2 thoughts on “Beto Really Hopes That What Happened in Vegas Stays in Vegas

  1. Boarwild - April 27, 2019

    Stick a fork in O’Rourke – he’s done. Wonder if he’ll give his concession speech “in his native Spanish” to quote AP?

  2. Mad Celt - April 27, 2019

    Beta O’Dork?

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