The wild west is known for it’s share of dangerous creatures. There’s the rattlesnakes, mountain lions, even the occasional grizzly.
But in Denver this week, the most dangerous and elusive creature is the Puma.
Pumas are supposedly known for their Hillary buttons, permanent frowns and catchy motto- Party. Unity. My. Ass. Hence the moniker “Puma”.
Frankly, though there is plenty of talk of the puma, but most of it appears to be hype. The Clinton delegates from North Carolina have been uniformally gracious, and they’ve shown a true commitment to party unity. I even had one Hillary delegate tell me how she has angrily deleted emails from the few Clinton delegates from other states who have tried to incite the others.
Much of the puma talk is the product of a bored, restless mainstream press. The press outnumbers convention delegates 3 to 1, and they are pretty story-deprived until the convention begins this afternoon. Hence the large amounts of news stories about yesterday’s poorly attended protests.
Most of the delegates arrived last night, and convention activity has finally begun in earnest. Last night delegates were treated to a wonderful party to raise money for New Orleans reconstruction. Lots of Louisiana fixins, superb music and that iconic staple of a good party, the open bar.
Convention begins at 3 pm, so I’ll report more later.
