"Talking, unprompted, about the debate over the expiring Bush tax cuts, Strickland said he was dumbfounded at the party's inability to sell the idea that the rates for the wealthy should be allowed to expire.
'I mean, if we can't win that argument we might as well just fold up,' he said. 'These people are saying we are going to insist on tax cuts for the richest people in the country and we don't care if they are paid for, and we don't think it is a problem if it contributes to the deficit, but we are not going to vote to extend unemployment benefits to working people if they aren't paid for because they contribute to the deficit. I mean, what is wrong with that? How can it be more clear?'"
Since this statement by Mr. Strickland, we've seen the debate play out. Mr. Obama made a deal. The GOP is doing a celebration dance, the Democrats are in mourning. This is the definition of "crying in your beer." Strickland asked the essential question. Mr. Obama called out his supporters and nailed them. Where was the passion? Sen. Saunders' too-little-too-late filibuster? Sure it was passionate, but where was the passion when the issue was being decided back in the late summer?
Clunk.... That's the sound of cans being kicked down the road. That's all you heard from knee-shaking, fearful Democrats who, being so afraid of losing that they never really stood up for the principles Mr. Saunders expounded for 9 hours, lost and lost big. Clunk... cans down the road.
There went the tax cuts for the rich. Aren't we all looking forward to two more years of GOP prancing and extolling the virtues of wealth? Hooray..... There went DADT. There went the DREAM. Being right doesn't mean much does it...