And So It Begins
My wife just returned from a trip to Tulare to take care of some family business.
While there, she attended a Bingo game with her sisters.
Now, Tulare is the armpit of California. Bingo players in this area are going to be lower-middle-class to upper-lower-class women. Lots of Latinas (like my wife and her sisters), but lots of white women too. Socially conservative for the most part (read: generally anti-abortion) but tend to vote Democrat when they do vote. Can we say Hillary voters? I think we can.
So my wife’s sitting at the bingo table and during a break in the action, her sister blurts out “Why did the Republicans have to go and nominate a woman for Vice President? That’s really screwing me up.” My wife asked why, and several of the white women sitting at the other end of the table answer in unison, “because now we have to vote Republican!” They explained they’d been intending to vote Democrat, both because of Hillary! and, well, just because — but now things had changed for them.
P-A-L-I-N spells BINGO!!!!


