I Love The Smell Of Schadenfreude In The Morning (Massachusetts Edition)

I’m still grinning ear to ear.

My voice is hoarse from all last night’s howling at the moon with 1000+ of my suddenly dearest friends (MA Democrats do know how to party….).  All day I’ve failed to recover (old man!) from the resulting 3:30 a.m. bedtime, followed by that all-to-familiar 6:45 alarm that begins the process of getting Blessed Increase off to school.

But by damn, I’m still smiling huge.

What’s more, sometime last night — after the fourth scotch I think, or maybe the first bourbon I had to follow those wee drams — it came to me:  years of GOP obstruction had one limpidly clear consequence.

A while back, the Senate had a choice:  entertain the nomination of a grandmotherly law professor to serve as the first head of a novel Consumer Finance Protection Bureau — or to send Elizabeth Warren packing as part of a larger campaign to prevent that new body ever taking action.

We all know what happened:  the Senate’s Republicans told President Obama they would never confirm Warren (or anyone) for the job.  The recess appointment that followed provoked controversy enough, and whether by her choice or Obama’s, the administration decided not to toss gasoline on the flames by placing Warren at the head of the agency she had (with others) built.

Instead, she was told to pack up her marbles and go home, with the GOP celebrating her return to the safely (they thought) isolated groves of academe.   As it happens, Warren made her way back to the  Massachusetts just as our accidental senator, Scott Brown, was showing all the signs of being a lock to extend the wild ride he’d begun by defeating the single worst political candidate for whom it’s been my misfortune to volunteer.*

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Class Acts*

Just got back from the Elizabeth Warren victory party at the Copley Plaza Hotel in Boston.  Senator Kerry, Governor Patrick and Senator-elect Warren** all thanked Senator Scott Brown thanks for his service. John Kerry (who commented that he was not being Mitt Romney this night…;) spoke a hard-won truth:  he said he knows what it’s like to lose a hard fought election.

Elizabeth Warren asked the crowd to join with her in applauding Brown for his efforts in office — noting her strong disagreements with him and the rigors of the campaign, but still asking her supporters to recognize Brown’s work.  We did.

Speaking for myself, I was cheering the unequivocal nature of the vote — this was not in the end a squeaker, and I took both tribal and intellectual pleasure in that. Tribal:  because it feels good to win; intellectual, because it’s vital to advance the idea of grass-roots democracy — and the notion that economic policy should permit the non-1% to thrive.  But it was striking for me to see how Patrick, Kerry and Warren — especially Warren — explicitly sought to speak to Brown’s voters.

This is smart, I think, and I hope it will have the effect that it should:  to gut the current Republican party.  We can dance on the grave of the Romney campaign for some time — I plan to work on my two-step.

But when the glee subsides, the fact will remain that the GOP is both an asylum run by its inmates and a den of authoritarian and/or totalizing religious figures who reject the central premise of democracy:  that society self governs through itereative decisions, and not from some set of revealed rules or via some charismatic Dear Leader.

In that context, I had an interesting interchange at the Warren party.  Near one of the bars I ran into two reporters from Croatia. They asked me if I would go on the record and explain why I felt so much joy at this result.  My answer:  we don’t often credit how fragile democracy can be.  This election could have validated a victory that conformed to the form of democratic process, while gutting the idea of informed consent of the governed.  I said one more thing:  central Europe has some experience of the evil that can result from this gap between form and actual practice of democratic governance.

That’s what think we dodged this time.  A Romney victory would have enshrined both completely honesty-disdained political communication and the evolution of the Citizens Untited approach to elections.

That’s why the Massachusetts Democratic political establishment appeal to Republican voters is both masterful and essential: the work to come is to render the rump of America’s natural party of governance so utterly irrelevant as to  create the space for a genuine opposition to form.

And I cannot tell you how happy that we are in a position to help shovel the dirt on that rump.  You can put that image differently in the comments, and I surely hope you will.

Now, I’ve made a very important decision.  I am going to switch from Balvenie to Baker’s Bourbon.  America!

Have a happy.

I am.

*Not me, of course.

**need I tell you how much I loved writing that?

ETA: My wife and I knocked in 60 doors today in New Hampshire; she called a bunch more later in the afternoon while I was shepherding the sprout.  Before today, I spent every Sunday for the last several somewhere in the southern tier of the Granite State, and I take personal satisfaction at our results there.  It wasn’t that much:  I know lots of folks here and lots of my friends and family who did a lot more.  I’m deeply grateful to every one who did — and  I thus want to echo our own Fearless Leader, John Cole, in his applause for everyone here who did so much work in what I continue to think has been the most important election of my fifty four years on this earth.

And yes, I am +4.  Why do you ask?

Image:  Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, Varieté – English dance couple, 1912/1913