I guess technically he could still rack up enough primary votes to win the Democratic Presidential nomination, but most commentators and prognosticators think it's been over for Bernie since this past Tuesday, Super Tuesday,
I believe this as well, and I'm disappointed over it, sad, even, because I really liked Bernie.
Though I didn't always. I used to number among the many who still held resentment over the fact that after Bernie Sanders lost the 2016 nomination to Hillary Clinton he went home in a huff and took his Bro's with him,
The more I listened to Bernie, the more I knew what it meant to Feel the Bern, and over time I graduated from fan to super-fan. In describing myself, I wondered what one called the female equivalent of a Bernie Bro?
One of my children mischievously suggested, "Bernie Ho?"
When people replied to my enthusiasm for Bernie that he could never beat Trump my come back was, "Of course he can. Enough people in enough states just have to get out and vote for him."
Alas, so far they haven't. Bernie Sanders hasn't even been able to inspire people to get out and vote for him in the primaries. So I now believe that Bernie as President isn't going to happen, nor are all those things he wanted to accomplish for our country.
And in truth, Bernie himself is probably mostly to blame. Why did he have to call himself a Democratic Socialist? Why did he need to call himself anything? Why did he have to talk about leading a revolution rather than just talking about doing what needs to be done? Why was it necessary for him to bring up something good that Fidel Castro did? He scared people and offered fodder to his critics with that kind of talk. Nor did it help that he has a history in the Senate of refusing to compromise, of standing apart from his fellow legislators on his high moral ground while they scrabbled and horse-traded and gave-and-took and did all the heavy lifting to get bills passed, policy made, and the American people's business taken care of.
Still, I'm sorry that it's over for Bernie.
(Sigh) I guess come September I'll be knocking on doors for old Joe.