I missed the significance last night of Jacquelyn Brittany making the nomination of handsome Joe Biden. You see, back in January, Biden was heading upstairs to the NYTimes editorial board hoping for their endorsement, which he didn’t get, but he did get Jacquelyn’s:
In all these years of doing the blog, we’ve seen assorted politicians visiting factories, or puttin on lab coats, and marvelling at the dangerous work of blue collar workers (or, as with Poppy Bush, a grocery scanner). The politician gets his photo-op (it is almost always a he), declares himself a champion of the people, and then goes home and the worker/prop is forgotten.
I’m a cynical OG blogger, and any other politician doing this would have made me roll my eyes; oh sure, let’s find a nobody to do the Man-of-the-People nomination!
But with Joe Biden, it was genuine. He remembered this really sweet moment in an elevator, nothing scripted, not a photo-op, just a random encounter, and it is just so… Joe to bring her along. Maybe I’m turning from cynical to sentimental in my dottage, but knowing the backstory has genuinely moved me.