Wyoming

I hear protestations that Wyoming Dems are out there working tirelessly.

Where?

I had to email my local Dem party a half dozen times before I got a response. The only reason that final one worked was because I tracked down the supposed party leader's specific email. He told me where and when the meeting was taking place.

I put it on my calendar and Saved the Date, because it had taken months to get that far.

I showed up on the night in question, at the Unitarian Church. It was dark, and snowing. I waited. Nobody showed up. I waited more, because I hate cold. I got out of my car and marched over. There were no footprints in the fucking snow, Jesus. Nothing ever happened. I went home because I have a cat.

That's my personal experience -- after extensive efforts to get involved -- with my local Democratic Party in the bluest bubble in the state of Wyoming, where women's suffrage was first enacted.

Something is wrong with this picture, and I'm noisy and obnoxious enough to make a stink about it and do something to change it.