What all the above Democrats must be counting on, relative to those who voted them into majority status, is the rhetorical proposition, "Where they gonna go?"
Lem-me tell ya where I'm going, if a public option gets lost in the legislative desert.
For starters, just a little about me: In January I'll be 64, the very first election in which I was old enough to vote occurred in 1968, and since then I have voted in every election; general and off-year. In 2004, 2006, and in 2008, stuffed past the gagging point with the Bush-GOP deprecations and economic predations, I volunteered to do whatever I could to throw the bums out, to install Democratic candidates I believed to be genuine progressives.
No, I am not going to vote for a Republican. Here's my vow: For the first time since I could, I simply will not vote. The Dems are bound and determined to take the progressive vote for granted, are more than prepared to stab us in the back and to stick it to us lower down our torsos. Well, let's see how well you do without our contributions and volunteer efforts. Let's just see.
Harry just declared war on those who made him majority leader. Interestingly, almost at the same time as his staff was releasing the news of his abominable betrayal, his office was emailing me for a contribution. I demanded I be removed from his mailing list, and also suggested he take all further requests for support and insert them where the rays of neither sunlight nor Searchlight (Searchlight, NV: Harry's hometown.) shines.
Now, for those who yet retain Republican-voting associates whom they, under some perverse, obscene delusion, refer to as "friends," I counsel going on a scavenger hunt for some modicum of self respect. Clearly that's a trait that's sorely missing from their character makeup. Republican voters, in the words of Chairman Barney Frank, "it's like talking to a dining room table."
-- Ed Tubbs