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Breaking News: Obama Supporters Scuttle Hillary’s CTA Endorsement!

[courtesy of The California Majority Report]

Score a big behind the scenes victory for Obama’s California campaign
today.  Word is leaking out that CTA’s membership staged an outright
mutiny at Los Angeles’ Bonaventure Hotel and bucked its own Board’s
attempt to railroad through an early endorsement for Hillary. 
CTA’s elites apparently got a big wake up call when their effort to
crown Hillary as the official choice of California’s teachers was
upended by overwhelming resistance from rank and file Obama supporters.  The vaunted pre Feb 5th CTA endorsement – which was widely expected to go Clinton’s way – appears to now be postponed to April (when we will all be on the edge of our seats, I am sure).

The Hillary repudiation at CTA is more than just inside baseball. 
This could portend an erosion of support among powerful constituencies that are supposed to be the bedrock of Clinton’s California operation.  Add this development with Obama’s superior California ground game, and a big bounce coming out of South Carolina, and he may have enough steam to pull off a victory in the Golden state.    

Convention 2007: The First Post is the Deepest

by Kim Stevens [courtesy of Party Line]


Dateline San Diego: Day One
 
Dear Diary: This is my 12th convention.  To quote David Byrne, "how did I get here," and how will this year’s convention compare with the previous 11? 

There are always little standout moments that stick in your mind . . . like 2003, when I consumed huge amounts of honeydew melon to sustain me through 20-hour days; 1998 when I brought my husband and then 5-month old son with me and discovered the true meaning of the term multi-tasking; and that one year when I labeled 40 receipt envelopes as “reciepts” and then tried to convince everyone that really was how it was spelled.

Much has changed since my first convention.  First of all, I’m a much better speller. 

In 1996, I had only been at the party for about a month and suddenly I was thrust into this strange land called the Bonaventure Hotel, where I spent most of my time in what seemed like a huge concrete underground bunker, working registration.  I don't think I saw the sun for four days, and I was quite perplexed by the enormous volume of yarn -- were Democrats actually the "knitting" party? 

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