Daring the dangling delegates

Suddenly everyone seems to be a delegate. I'm a delegate and my manager is a delegate. One of the people I manage is a delegate alternate, and a`cohousing neighbor is a delegate alternate. If only we were all going to the national convention, it would be one giant mosh pit. It may still be but I'm just trying to learn what it means to be a delegate at this juncture. All I know is that I will be going to the 37th Legislative District Convention April 5, where the group will choose who goes to the state convention.

The ultimate prize would be the chance to confront the dangling delegates, the so-called group of superdelegates created in the early 80s to "help" a party favorite overcome "unfavorable" numbers. Already our two senators, Patty Murray and Maria Cantwell, say they're pledged to Hillary whose campaign couldn't even secure enough votes to deny Obama a convincing "supermajority" victory (68 percent). Despite scenarios of a brokered convention -- something the media would surely love -- I'm guessing it won't come to that. If Hillary doesn't win Ohio and Texas on March 4, she will probably be forced to withdraw faced with certain mathematical disadvantages.

BTW, I heard a couple Clinton staffers on the radio today and they both sounded like they were simply on the payroll doing time. In the press conference, they issued more of a rattled cry than a rallying one. Someone please call the Clinton campaign and tell those staffers to get some sleep!