The Democrats’ cup runneth over on both sides of the Potomac River.
In the Commonwealth of Virginia, Gov. Terry McAuliffe is acting like an overseer of Old Virginny, telling lawmakers, parents and voters alike that he knows best when it comes to social values and family life — everyone else be damned.
In one display of his varied shades of blue, Mr. McAuliffe blocked the school gates by vetoing legislation that would have allowed home-schooled children to join public school athletics teams. The Democratic governor said “no,” arguing that participation is a “privilege,” not a given.
Mr. McAuliffe let his liberalism kick common sense to the curb at what’s dubbed “The Beloved Bill,” legislation that would have forced schools to do four reasonable things: 1) identify classroom material that has “sexually explicit content”; 2) notify parents; 3) allow parents to “opt out”; and 4) request an alternative assignment.
The bill was nicknamed “Beloved” because, several years ago, a Fairfax County mom rightly tried to ban the book, a 1987 fiction by prolific author Toni Morrison, from the county’s schools. The storyline includes black infant “Beloved” being murdered by her mom when slave-catchers threaten to seize both, with the ghost of “Beloved” returning in human forms and haunting the family. (It’s not an easy read.)
But Mr. McAuliffe didn’t so much quibble with the storyline and the imprint that such events may have on vivid imaginations and impressionable young minds, instead taking power away from parents. You know, that elitist point of view.
If Mr. McAuliffe really and truly wants Virginians to hop into the blue way-back machine, he should mandate that all schoolchildren read the Bible. That way, by the time these public schoolers are old enough to vote, they’ll be able to tell a carpetbagger from a Southerner.
Meanwhile, on the eastern side of the Potomac, D.C. Democrats have been in bed together for so long with members of the national party until you can’t tell the two apart. Their snuggling, quite frankly, is so incestuous that Bernie Sanders — their socialist granddaddy — almost didn’t make the primary ballot.
Those are the signs of the times in the nation’s capital, where there has been no Donald Trump-like politician — Republican, Democrat or independent — to shake the down feathers from the Democrats’ comfortable bed pillows. Even politicians claiming to be “independents” are socialists and liberals in disguise, as are many Republicans.
Last week the media reported that Mr. Sanders’ name might not appear on the city’s June 14 Democratic primary ballot because the D.C. party had not fulfilled its campaign obligations. The head of the D.C. party said it was kind of an oversight, but party leaders — after the deadline — dotted all the necessary I’s, crossed all the T’s and filed the needed paperwork.
However, before all that happened, D.C. party chair Anita Bonds said no problem. The party simply did business as usual — even if filings were late.
And instead of city leaders saying rules are rules and laws are laws, Democrats pushed the meaning of “business as usual” to a new level by backdating the permission slip for the Sanders campaign. And they did so by declaring an emergency and approving the required legislation in a 6-2 vote.
Ms. Bonds, also an at-large member of the City Council, recused herself, and she exposed the hypocrisy of D.C. Democrats along the way. (Think they would have done that for a Republican?) As a brand, Democrats and independents come in many shades of blue, but they do not share their bed with conservatives of any color.
It’s a good thing to know Mr. Sanders is on the ballot, but the D.C. Council’s ploy to get him there reeks to the heavens of democracy.
It also illustrates why no elected officeholder should also occupy the chair of a political party.
Ms. Bonds has taught us an extremely valuable lesson about Democrats — and don’t you forget it.
• Deborah Simmons can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.