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Friday, November 22, 2019

Yacht Rock Saves Humanity

Ever since ancient Greece, it seems as if every generation has bemoaned the inadequacies of its successors. The youth are ignorant, disrespectful, wildly oversexed and just about everything else that older people miss about being young.  I can handle that. What I have more trouble with is the stovepiping and social isolation of kids who have grown up with the internet, because that's something that really is different from anything before.

There are two really strange and frightening effects that have somewhat crippled the point-and-click generation. One is an unrealistic lack of patience for anyone and anything. That's understandable: when you've grown up clicking a screen one day and having merchnadise delivered the next, it's bound to prod an impressionable, naive mind to ask, why can't everything and everyone cater to me like that?

The other problem is (and this is no newsflash), their absolute ignorance regarding socialization. Tucked neatly into their silos, the point-and-click generation has been lured by self-interest into the dungeons of Silicon Valley, where everyone is made to appear as if everything really is about them. Facebook, Instagram, Amazon, Apple and every other digital player has based an entire industry on its customer not having to put up with anyone else for any reason, making life a succession of self-involved, self-important stories that exclude the rest of the known universe.

As such, an entire generation has grown up having no idea how to make friends, hit on chicks, appreciate labor or plan for their futures.  After all, why plan a future when anything that needs to happen is just a click away? Why not just click on a pretty girl's face to see if she's interested in having pointless sex with me? Isn't that how life's supposed to work?

Ah, the pleasures of instant gratification. Whoever imagined it would turn an entire generation into an army of emotional cripples?

Well, it has.  Sort of.

It's no coincidence that as the ranks of the emotionally retarded has swelled, so has the incidence of gender confusion and faux "tolerance" of attention-starved freaks demanding new laws and media time. Now more than ever, the media trumpets the "rights" of the sexually deranged (whose numbers aren't nearly what that media would represent), and dares to question the existence of basic human instincts.

The fact is that lots of point-and-clickers are perfectly normal -- they just don't know what to do with themselves, for fear of being castigated as "intolerant" or "racist" by their peers, all of whom are just as confused as they are.

Having been emotionally isolated and suppressed, one would think there'd be no hope for this lost generation.  But I submit to you that while the flame of humanity may be flickering, it is not completely extinguished.  In fact, I submit to you here and now that the embers are being fanned by a most unlikely savior:

Yacht Rock.

For those of you unfamiliar with the term, Yacht Rock is the relatively recent appellation attached to music of the 1970s and 1980s with which most boomers had a love-hate relationship. Songs about moping, love-denied males which were sung mostly by moping, love-denied males were huge hits at that time -- and are making a comeback now.  Who could ever forget Rupert Holmes' cringeworthy Him or Me or his Escape (Piña Colada Song)? Or Player's equally pathetic Baby Come Back? Or Robbie Duprée's pre-Michael McDonald arrangement of Steal AwayWell, while boomers may try to banish these bombs from their minds, it seems that Yacht Rock has captured the imagination of the point-and-click generation for a very good reason.

At first, it may seem that Yacht Rock is just one more culturally-appropriated curiosity to be written off like any other national tradition. But on closer inspection, a more telling scenario emerges: these kids are identifying with traditional feelings they've been too intimidated to express.

How weird is that? After being told their entire lives that their emotional needs and drives are merely "social constructs," an entire generation is beginning to discover its just as emotionally needy as their progenitors ever were and that maybe, things aren't so different after all.  Turns out that Yacht Rock is letting them know that maybe there really is something to that good old-fashioned boy-meets-girl thing and that the whole #MeToo thing is just as relevant as that stuff piling up behind the elephant at the zoo.

Perhaps, as obnoxious as it was to boomers, Yacht Rock will replace the preposterous transgender and feminist confusion before too many of these kids waste their lives conforming to some twisted agenda of artificial social constructs.  Maybe, if they play enough tunes, they'll rediscover what it's like to be swept off their feet, grabbed in someone's arms and, in the immortal words of Rhett Butler, "kissed and kissed well."

I get squishy just thinking about it.

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Killing The Interview

If you've been following my blog, you know I spend a fair amount of time drawing on the past and speculating on the future. Being on the wrong side of my career, I can look back on some of the successful -- and not so successful -- experiences of that career, drawing on what I can to help anyone who will listen.

If you're on the early, uphill side of your career, this one just might be a keeper. So settle in and think about the following items that worked for me and might work for you, regardless of the career path you're seeking:

Okay, not everything, but about 95% is pure junk, based on gaining the approval of those in your life whose authority is not only arbitrary, but meaningless.  Parents, teachers, employers and peers all benefit from your seeking their approval, but you actually get nothing from it, other than a fair amount of frustration and a massive sense of failure.  If you're over the age of 22, you should be feeling the pain any minute now, as you begin to realize that it doesn't matter if people like you, all that matters is that people will pay you for what you offer.  Nobody needs more friends; everybody wants to make money, and if they see you as a means to do that, you're in. Finally, accept that your first twenty years has been structured to keep you in line and crush your own self-image. The more you work for others' approval, the less confidence you cultivate for yourself -- and that makes you easy to manipulate.  Fuck that. The truth is that most of your teachers and professors and the system as a whole are/were dead wrong about everything other than keeping you in line. If you want to break out of that prison, the first thing you need to see is that there are no locks on your cage.  You can walk out any time you please -- you just have to want to.

Also, understand that after your first twenty years, advancement is no longer a question of checking boxes and fulfilling requirements.  That worked just fine for getting through kindergarden and grad school, but out here among the savages, it's random. There is no standardized system.  Out here, if you don't kill, you don't eat, which means if you work the job you have instead of working for the career you want, you'll stay right where you are until you wake up and realize you're being used until you make a move.  You want it? Go get it. Nobody is going to promote you for simply showing up.

Sorry, no matter how special your mother thinks you are, nobody else does. Nor does anyone care about what you've done or to whom you've done it.  If you're there, it's because there might be something you have that they want. That's it. And the cruel truth is that if they think you want to run and get them coffee, that's all they're going to hire you for. If they think you can save their company, that's all they're going to hire you for. So before you get all caught up in getting what you want, get into the other guy's head and figure out what he's trying to get.  The two may not be anywhere nearly as similar as you might have thought.

If you really want to launch upward, you need to know how to crush the interview.  Fortunately, I've always had good success with my own three step system:

  • Start by asking how much time the interviewer has.
    You'd be amazed at how many candidates show up completely unaware that the interviewer has no interest in being bored by self-indulgent fantasies. When the first question you ask is, "How much time do you have for this? I want to respect your time," the interviewer instantly realizes you're not the typical applicant, but a more business-like person who respects both his and your professionalism.  That's a great way to start, and very few competitive applicants do that.  Every interviewer will tell you how much time he has, which serves as a benchmark for you: As you approach that time limit, ask if he needs to end the call/meeting.  If he extends the meeting, you know you're doing well.  If he decides to talk more with you over lunch, you're home free.
  • Get straight to the point.
    Remember that you're not there to make friends, you're there to do business. One of the best tactics I've ever used is a simple, professional discussion along the following lines, in which you admit you're good at some things, but not everything and that you've heard that your interviewer is "the go-to guy" for all those things you lack. By structuring the quid pro quo as a money-making arrangement for both of you, your interviewer realizes you're perfect fit for each other. When he sees you're offering a business proposition, not pledging for a fraternity, he'll sit up a little straighter and pay more attention, because he'll see you're about business, not friendship.
  • End by asking for "next steps."
    A big mistake most applicants make is by leaving the meeting empty-handed instead of pushing for the next step. If you don't end the meeting asking, "what are our next steps," you're telegraphing the other guy that there are no next steps -- we're done.  That's a fatal flaw. But if you do ask, your interview signals his intentions right then and there.  If you get the "we'll keep you in our files and reach out" line, you're out.  But if there's a personalized "I'm out next week but why don't we circle back on the 24th," at least you have a reason to follow up, knowing you're not out of the running.

That's right, lose all that Facebook, Twitter and Instagram crap. All they're going to do is suck more time out of your life while allowing other posers to make you feel inadequate. As long as you're at it, forget everything digital in your quest for success, because the promise of digital media is just another lie.  Understand that virtually all apps and services are not portals to the business world, they're data aggregators for services to sell your information to third parties for marketing purposes. Your data is what they're after, which is why their services are free.  Submitting a resumé online does nothing more than feed your data to those aggregators.  If you really want a career, get out there, meet and connect with real people in real time.  Don't fall for the digital lie: human nature hasn't changed in tens of thousands of years. Pointing and clicking may get your protein powder delivered to your door overnight, but it won't get you a job -- or a date. People want to shake your hand and look you in the eye.

The classic mistake most younger people make is working for free as an intern, thinking that if they just prove themselves, management will recognize their potential and promote them into a real, full-time paying job.  By now you should understand that all they're going to recognize is that you're a fool who is so unprofessional, you'll get their coffee and not even ask to be paid for it.  The fact is that professionals are people who offer their services for remuneration. If you're not going to make money, you might as well go play in the park with your dog.

At least he'll appreciate you for being a wonderful guy.

Wednesday, September 04, 2019

The End of Globalists

Years ago, I marveled at my grandfather's lifetime, in which he witnessed all kinds incredible events. He was alive to see the first powered human flight, automobiles, the invention of radio and television, two world wars, medical breakthroughs, the fall of monarchies, the rise of republics, the first moon landing -- too many to list here.  It was a span of time I reckoned could never be duplicated in terms of its historic dynamics.

Clearly, that was a major underestimation, because the turn of this century is every bit as dynamic as was the turn of the last, if not more so.

It doesn't matter what your political viewpoint, the important thing to keep in mind is that things are happening and they're not little, insignificant events. The events of 9/11 in New York City were, metaphorically and literally, the starting gun of a massive shift in global activity. And if you don't know your history, you may not know what's about to happen, so here's how it likely will play out:

Just as the American national elections was a replay of the dynamics of 1984, you can pretty much watch the election of 2020 replay the election of 1980. The latter was a strong repudiation of the Jimmy Carter's agenda; the former was a landslide confirmation of 1980, with Ronald Reagan flattening Walter Mondale's struggling advocacy of Carter's agenda. By the late 1980s -- after the weakening of its stature on the world stage -- the USA had returned to a more conservative, prosperous economy and its traditional role as a world power.  It was hardly any coincidence that having held them for 444 days during the Carter administration, Iran released American hostages on the day Reagan was inaugurated.  The Iranians knew there was a new sheriff in town.

Anything there strike you as remotely familiar or similar to what we're seeing in 2019?  It should. Swap out Carter for Obama and Trump for Reagan and -- regardless of your politics -- it's playing out in a similar way:

The American economy never lost its global dominance, but it had diminished. That's no more.   American defense capabilities had diminished, but that's no more, either. Where foreign powers once bluffed and intimidated Carter and Obama, they now sit up and pay deference to Reagan and Trump.

Lest you think history doesn't repeat itself, consider that at the turn of the last century, European monarchies crumbled for the last time as republics rose up from revolutions. At the turn of this century, we're witnessing the fall of the European Union and the comeback of self-determined, independent nations. Brexit is just the first domino to fall; the rest are lined up to follow.

And it's the United States that -- once again -- is leading the way.

America has re-established itself as the marketplace where everyone wants to play.  The American dollar is the currency everyone wants to bank. And the American alliance is the partnership everyone wants to cement.  China, North Korea and Russia place far behind the enormous economic and political power that, despite its squandering, remains vast in its reserves.  The United States is once again at the top of its game almost as if Eisenhower never left.

Yes, there's a New World Order. It just isn't the one you've been told to expect. It doesn't leave much room for socialists, communists or green-eyed globalists with "one world" visions. What it does portend is even more incredible opportunities for American growth, investment and self-reliance for Americans and non-Americans -- assuming they're ready to get on board.

Thursday, August 08, 2019

Niche Where Once Was Mass

A common chestnut among entrepreneurs is the advisory issued in the late nineteenth century, in which the Commissioner of the United States Patent Office, Charles Holland Duell, remarked that the office might as well be closed because "everything that can be invented has been invented."  That was then. This is now.  In my own lifetime, I've watched the number of patents issued explode. My own patent was tagged in the low two millions. Today, that number is multiple times that and climbing.

Times change. People change. Markets change. But very often, people miss the bigger picture, ignoring the fact that just as often, market dynamics change. Beyond products and services being invented or growing obsolete is a nuanced observation about the forces and behaviors that goes almost unnoticed.

Most people, for example, are somewhat familiar with the evolution of the mass market economy. Prior to the industrial revolution, most products were built by hand. The advent of machinery allowed more goods and services to be made more plentiful at lower costs, which spurred their consumption and created even more markets for goods and services.

That's pretty much the story from the mid-nineteenth century to the near mid-twentieth century, at which time a larger population, along with industrial and informational advances, took economic prosperity to the next level: mass production. After the second world war, everything from breakfast cereals to television sets to three bedroom tract homes were mass produced in huge quantities. Everything was more affordable for more people. And for the next half century, that's how it stayed.

With the new millennium, however, there was a subtle shift in the dynamics of the mass market economy. The rapid acceleration of information technology, coupled with the unprecedented reach of the internet, radically reshaped market dynamics with all but a very few people noticing.  That shift could well be called the birth of the Super Mass Market -- and it's not at all what you might think.

The Super Mass Market is one in which only a very few players can live. In essence, the entity grows so large and so quickly that it rapidly dominates and eliminates its competition. You know their names: Amazon, Google, Facebook, Apple, Microsoft -- the usual suspects. Brands in the Super Mass Market like to preen themselves over their abundance of granular data about anything and anyone, allowing them to manage and manipulate just about any market they choose.  They seem insurmountable, but I'm here to tell you that they are not.

Just as the Super Mass Market ascended to its heights, another dynamic evolved right behind it, in which niche players leveraged their lack of size and reach to their own advantage.  Don't get me wrong, these are not your grandfather's niche players.  These are Super Niche entities who dwarf the old notion of niche marketers.  Yes, they're smaller than Super Mass Marketers, but they're far larger than the Mom and Pops of old.  Where they are alike is in their understanding they've no need to conquer the world -- just their own little corner of it.

While the Super Mass Marketers are all headed over the cliff (overgrowth, mismanagement, anti-trust and new legislation/regulation is not too far off), the less-heralded Super Niches are quietly avoiding the media's scrutiny, rejoicing in the Super Mass Marketers' stealing the spotlight and drawing the media's fire. The Super Niches run cleaner and leaner, too, making them more profitable investments as they avoid the risks of their larger brothers' bloat. They're not difficult to spot if you know where to look.

Back in the 1950s, the word to the wise was to "think big."  That's still valid.  Big is beautiful. Just don't overdo it.

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

The Death of Forgiveness

I keep a journal of thoughts and wisdoms I find profound. One of my favorites is, "Never forgive.  Never forget."  It's likely one of the reasons why some people find me unreasonably harsh, but I don't believe I'm cold nor cruel.

I prefer to think of myself as effective, someone who values both fact and feelings, but utilizes feelings as motivation to solve factual problems with factual remedies. That's why I don't believe in forgiveness. Forgiveness, to coin a phrase, is for suckers. Oh, it never used to be that way. But it sure is now. Not because forgiveness is no longer virtuous; it's just that there's no longer any virtue to be had.

Allow me to explain:

In case you missed it, the United States of America has undergone a magnificent transformation since about 1992. Lots of people are too old to care about it, and even more are too young to have noticed it.  I'm lucky. I'm just the right age to have lived through it. On Facebook, I'm summarily dismissed as just "another old white man," which contrary to its intent, I take as a high compliment. The reason I feel so honored has nothing to do with race or skin color.  It has everything to do with virtue.

See, I'm one of those guys who still believes in character, ethics and responsibility. The transformation to which I refer is mainly concerned with the notion of accountability.

Did I say "notion?" I meant to say extinction, because no longer do accountability and self-worth seem to be desirable characteristics. "Taking responsibility" has given way to "finding someone else to blame," and lest you think it the exclusive province of young people, let me assure you that isn't the case.  It started with boomers, when everything from class action lawsuits to those women with clipboards in the Human Resources department virtually assured that nobody was personally responsible for anything.

In those days, politicians passed laws and programs designed to "foster positive environments," which actually ended up shielding people from the rush of overcoming adversity and conquering fear, resulting in a nation where, inexplicably, people discuss a catalog of 57 genders while managing to keep a straight face.

As the country's ideals transformed from a nation of stalwart, self-sustaining individuals into a whining mass of video drones, the lack of personal accountability took its toll ever so insidiously. Because everybody left it to the other guy, nobody took it upon himself to care about anything. The only problem was that there never was another guy to take care of it. It was easy to pawn everything off on the government, but judging by the piles of human waste, used needles and derelicts on the streets of San Francisco, Los Angeles, Portland, Seattle, Austin, New York, Chicago and countless other cities, that plan doesn't seem to have worked out all that well.

When people my age tell younger folks that "it never used to be like that," we're dismissed with ignorant retorts about human rights, racism and social justice. But nobody mourns the death of individual accountability.  Nobody seems to know that if bettering yourself your own life is part of your core beliefs, everyone and everything around you is much better -- at far less emotional and financial cost.

Forgiveness never works with slackers. It only works with people who are accountable for their behavior, because those are the only ones who realize their mistakes aren't worth repeating.  But to someone who lacks accountability, infringing on others isn't an error, it's a lifestyle with a simple life plan: Intrude on others, beg forgiveness, then do it all over again.

And that's why I never forgive anyone for anything. In my book, once was a goof, twice was a decision. And there are simply too many people who choose not to stop making the same bad decisions.

A while back, I noticed a tent pitched in my side yard. It contained three twenty-something drug-addicted bums and about twenty five freshly sniffed aerosol cans. The two men and one woman were filthy and high at seven in the morning. They weren't bothered by intruding on and stealing from another person's private domain. In fact, they were more than a bit miffed that I was evicting them.  I told them to leave. They didn't care. Fortunately, we still have cops in our neighborhood who do.

Some people would say I'm too harsh. That I should have given the bums some money and helped them out. Maybe one day, a long time ago, I might have. But now that so many people up and down the socio-economic ladder are so completely unaccountable for themselves, my reaction to those begging forgiveness doesn't run so much along the lines of "Here's a twenty."

Honestly, it sounds a lot more like, "Fuck you."

Sunday, April 07, 2019

There's No App For That

Unbeknownst to anyone under the age of thirty, there was a time when there was no digital technology -- and believe me, it was better.  I know.  I was there.

Ah, those were the good old analog days, before the internet's standardization ruined everything. Back in the day, everything from getting that job to dating that blonde revolved around genuine knowledge, fearlessness of risk and real time human interaction.  One could build his young life using no more than an idea in his mind and a twinkle in his eye. Technology? That stuff may have sent astronauts to the moon, given us Tang and pocket calculators, but it was no substitute for visceral, animal drive.

To grow up analog meant one had to actually know facts, data and history.  We explored and learned as much as we could, including how money and people work, because that's what gave us the edge over the other guys.  The last thing anyone did was sit in the dark all day watching a screen, because that wasted precious time. We wanted to be out there, searching, hunting and conquering opportunity.

Of course, things have changed drastically since then. An entire generation now really believes that making one's way in the world depends on where you click and which way you swipe.  Personal pride and a mastery of knowledge has given way to their weakening dependence on Google, and even the most menial challenges have apps to solve whatever issues perplex them, usually on a monthly subscription basis.

To keep this generation from feeling threatened by others' successes, the once-closed personal offices of my generation have been replaced by open, communal workspaces, where nobody monopolizes the views from those once-cherished corner office windows -- participation trophies for the workplace.  Modern floor-to-ceiling glass walls are sold as "luxurious," but actually enhance the peer pressure, communally intimidating anyone who might dare to invoke even the slightest right to privacy.

And so we have arrived at the point where the first internet generation has grown into post-collegiate adulthood, primed and ready for a lifetime of failure.

Just as we feared, our current young adults are woefully lacking in general knowledge, let alone the histories, cultures and sciences of America and the rest of the world, primarily because they've been raised to find answers rather than solve problems. The internet has taught them that pointing and clicking is better and faster than critical thinking.  What is now more important than Why and How. As such, many of them are completely helpless when the WiFi goes out, sitting blankly for hours with their phones in their hands, wondering how long it will be until service is restored.

It gets worse.

These young adults don't date, either. They never developed any social skills through real time human interaction, because the internet didn't let them.  All they know about dating are its apps, most of which produce nothing more than a quick hookup, a few moments of sexual gratification and an ever-growing bitterness toward the opposite sex.  Turns out that "Netflix and chill" doesn't translate into "happily ever after."

Hold on, I'm not done.

The job market is just as depressing, because companies allow algorithms to scan and reject resumés without any real time human interviews, which means the applicants' characteristics that drive human interaction have no way of being evaluated.  The result is that almost nobody gets a real job from Monster, or worse yet, LinkedIn, based on the single most important employment factor of all. And even if there is a real time interview, those on both sides of the table have absolutely no idea how to interact with each other.

If all this sounds awful, I assure you, it is.  But for all the hand-wringing, there is a silver lining:  A lovely sense of schadenfreude for silver-haired scoundrels like myself, watching in amusement from the sidelines, who always knew that the internet would fail us:

You see, we analog humans knew all along that there was no shortcut to owning and mastering one's own life.  We learned early on that if we were going to succeed, it would be because we took both the initiative and responsibility for ourselves.  We had no Google, because we didn't need it.  To have relied on some robot was an affront to our individuality and self-worth.  It still is.  We didn't buy into lazy, get rich quick schemes and never trusted those who offered them.

But the fools of the internet generation are different.  They know nothing of this.  They really believe that paying an algorithm to prepare and deliver their food and clothing is the way to go, because they really are that helpless and devoid of self-worth.

Of course, life has a way of sorting these things out.  Perhaps one day, the internet generation will figure things out, but when they do, they'll be far older than we were when we came of age.  Most will be married, maybe with kids, trapped as cogs in a gray, automated service economy where nobody accomplishes anything other than keeping the system running.

It's depressing, for sure. But all is not lost.

I submit that there will always be a few smart ones -- renegades, rogues and real assholes -- who will catch on to the scams of the man behind the curtain.  They'll figure it out quickly.  In fact, some already have.  You can tell who those kids are.  They're not the ones who are laughing with their social justice warrior friends.

They're the ones laughing at them.

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

The Democrats' 2020 Nominee

At the time of this writing, there are well over twenty Democrats who have formally declared their intentions to seek the office of the President of the United States in the year 2020.  The list includes just about every size, shape, gender and color of human being in the catalog, but thus far, nobody seems to know who will emerge as the front runner.  At this point, I assume the higher-ups are panicked just trying to figure out how to cram everyone on to the same debate stage at one time.

The problem with Presidential prognostication is that too many pundits are basing their predictions on unreliable or just plain weird data.  Some use the same tactics they applied in high school to determine whose popularity would win the prom queen crown.  Others utilize the "packaging" approach, trying to stuff as many facets into one conglomerated individual in order to pander to the maximum number of voters.  Still more prefer the cynical strategy, in which "nothing ever changes" or "the Deep State political machine will choose its candidate the same way it always has."

As usual, I opt for another method entirely.

I submit that to really get a handle on 2020, forget what color the people are and start focusing on what color the states are.  That's where the first big clue really is.  One glance at this map shows exactly which states the Democrats lost in 2016, but thought they were going to win.  The so-called "purple states" -- which could swing either way -- is where the big battles are.  The Dems want to do everything they can to swing those states' Electoral votes to blue in 2020, so it stands to reason that a nominee from one of those states has an inside track.

If you buy into that argument, the Democrat nominee is currently eating his lunch in Ohio, Pennsylvania, Florida, Wisconsin, North Carolina or Virginia.  Yes, there are more purple states, but with ten or fewer Electoral votes, they're minor players.

Notice I mentioned the nominee eating his lunch?  That's because even notable Democrats are spooked by the party's public shift to the far left and fear losing even more center-aligned Democrats to either an independent or President Trump.  So the second Democrat imperative is to recruit a middle-aged white man: First, in order to reassure the rank and file, the Democrats need optics that confirm the party hasn't gone over the edge.  Second, without conceding his successes, the Democrats want to wheel out their version of a kinder, gentler Donald Trump.

In case you were sleeping, this is why Howard Schultz is rattling the bars on his cage.

What about diversity, you ask?  Simple.  That's what Vice Presidents are for.  Roll up a non-white, female of questionable gender as your veep, limit her to one public debate and you're good to go.

Next, start eliminating the mathematical factors.  No member of the House of Representatives has made the leap to the Presidency in over a century.  No reason to think it would happen now, so scratch those names off your list.   You can also cross out any mayors or state politicians, because they're perceived as way too local and/or green.

That pretty much leaves the short list United States Senators and Governors. As you can see, only Pennsylvania, Virginia and North Carolina have blue governors -- and they're all white men.

Ooooo, the plot thickens!

Look at those states' United States senators, and they're all white men, too.  Knock out the losers (Tim Kaine is too closely identified with Hillary and Ralph Northam is stained with black face) and the list gets pretty short -- if you're buying into any of this.

Okay, so maybe this isn't how it's going to play out.  But you have to admit one thing:  It makes more sense than anything else you're seeing from the Democrats these days.