Four years ago in one of the bluest districts in the state, 24 voters showed up at my caucus to allot five delegates. This Saturday, deep in the heart of Darkest Bellevue, 49 voters assembled to allot their five delegates. I asked the PCO how it had been in her precinct 2004, and she said less than a dozen voters had turned out.
Despite the overcrowding, the organizers ran a smoother operation, and the sign-in and tally went off in short order. The initial tally:
The PCO invited each candidates caucus to put forward a speaker, and the Clinton camp was represented by an older woman wearing a Red Hat festooned with buttons and a T-shirt with a silkscreen of the SF Chronicle front page announcing Clintons husbands 1992 electoral victory. She spent her minute describing Clintons ostensible experience and connections with international leaders explicating the worthless cavils that Clinton issued when she voted to give Dubya a blank check. A younger woman asked to speak for Obama and she, too, highlighted her candidates international perspective. The voters found both of these testimonials somewhat inapposite and quickly focussed on how each candidate would fare against McCain. The final tally:
Four delegates were allotted to Obama, one to Clinton. Amusingly, of the Obama supporters who stayed that long, only three (including the PCO) stepped up; the roster was only filled out when the PCO warned that otherwise the missing delegate would go to Clinton, and Red Hat was still hovering. Once again, I signed on as an alternate.
Comfortingly, everyone I talked to said they would vote for the Democratic candidate in November, whomever that turns out to be. It was almost like a party.