Author Archive: Glenn Reynolds

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LIFE AMONG THE BLUE TRIBE: Donors Make Democrats Crazy: A former operative recounts her time in the world of left-wing political consulting.

The value in Ms. Barker’s memoir—other than the laughs—lies in its depiction of her party’s biggest and least acknowledged problem: its guilt-ridden donors and the web of cash-flush activist groups, anticapitalist nonprofits and issue-oriented super PACs they sustain. Her book abounds with busybody advocacy groups, donor advisory networks and consultancies run by know-nothing 20-somethings.

One donor Ms. Barker solicits lives alone in a fancy Manhattan apartment, goes out only to get one meal a day (a bowl of soup), and spends all his time answering phone calls from left-wing candidates and their fundraisers. The voicemail message on another donor’s phone announces: “If you are not a woman of color, please do not bother leaving a voicemail. I won’t donate to you.” Still another, an heiress to an oil fortune, lavishes money on left-wing groups, Ms. Barker reasonably surmises, “to try to right her family’s wrongs.” . . .

Apart from Ms. Barker’s family back in Missouri, nobody in her account creates any good or provides any service another person might find sufficiently useful to spend his own money on. Money flows, people “work” long hours, but no one produces anything of intrinsic value. The private sector exists somewhere out there—the source of all that money—but its customs are foreign to the weirdo revolutionaries who populate the world Ms. Barker once made her career in. Paid to get Democrats elected, they’re better at achieving the opposite.

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Ms. Barker’s chronicle teems with people I would gently describe as not normal. One fellow consultant hires a “resistance artist” to paint a mural of Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez’s face on the roof of his Washington condominium. Ms. Barker’s associates, including white men, vilify whiteness and maleness as a kind of daily religious ritual.

“Most men in progressive circles participated in the bashing,” Ms. Barker writes. “They’d virtue-signal their disdain for their own gender by saying things like I want to elect more people who look like you, and less people who look like me!” The self-flagellation served mainly as self-protection. “People would confide in me, ‘I employ a lot of annoying m— f—’ and ‘No wonder the establishment thinks we are insane,’ ” Ms. Barker recalls, “right before hopping on a Zoom meeting to say their pronouns and bash white men.”

No wonder, indeed.

YES, A NAME ON SHIRT JOB IS FINE, AND MAY WELL PAY BETTER, AND BE MORE SOCIALLY VALUABLE, THAN NAME ON DOOR:

HAHA:

A man who can do this:

Doesn’t care much about the feelings of media midwits.

Flashback:

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HOW THINGS WORK:

OPEN THREAD: Party on.

THAT COLUMN WAS NOT KIMBERLEY’S BEST WORK, AND NEITHER IS THIS RESPONSE TO HER CRITICS:

I should note that he was “AWOL” while his wife gave birth.

HAHA:

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TO THE LEFT, NORMALITY IS A HATE CRIME: