Republicans, Don't Set Out a Feast

Primaries. Lots of fun. Jousting and wrestling. Friendships and alliances made, broken, and mended. Testing everyone’s mettle. Some public verbal slug fests . . . don’t do it, Connecticut Republicans, no matter how tempting. You’re living in a one-party state, owned by the Democrats right now. Don’t set out a spread of bloody prime rib for them to devour. They’re fat enough already.

Instead, act like you’re at a family wedding after the nice ceremony is finished and the pictures are taken. Back in the hall, doors closed. Lots of nice, but let’s be honest, it’s also go time for some: who did what to whom, who borrowed money and didn’t repay it, the one Mom always loved better, that person who always slings back a chair to jump up and challenge someone . . . outsiders don’t need to be in on that.

But let’s not be rude. Set up a table for the Democrats in the adjacent restaurant. A nice public place.

Richard Blumenthal might like a shot of Russian vodka, so put that close to his plate. But no eating and drinking until he finishes reading the eighth-grade textbook section on the Constitution. He seems a bit confused about what it says.

Joe Courtney will probably eat whatever is put before him without complaining. The Democrats learned that long ago, and spoon feed him regularly.

Chris who? Oh, yeah, Murphy. If someone can find that guy, please invite him, but I expect to see his picture on a milk carton any day now.

Whoever goes over to welcome them might gently remind the trio that their client is the citizen body of Connecticut, not the Democrat party. As lawyers, they get that mixed up a lot of times.

So, Republicans enjoy the feast behind closed doors, but then dust off, button every button, comb that hair, and go out to win.