The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

26 December 2002

Of Democrats and yellow dogs

Over at Tightly Wound, the legendary Big Arm Woman explains what's wrong with the Democratic Party:

[M]y dad is what you would call a Yellow Dog Democrat: a traditional southern liberal who associates republicans with rapacious big business and screwing over the little guy--namely, dad.

Lots of those in Oklahoma; they're not particularly "liberal", at least by current definitions, but this sums up their attitude toward the GOP fairly well.

[L]ately he's slacked off supporting them, and I think he's well on his way to disillusionment. Know why? Because although my dad is still no fan of big business, he thinks the democrats have their heads in the sand about this whole war thing, and when he asks himself why, he's forced to admit that the PC lobby has hijacked the dems to the extent that they couldn't make a tough decision if they had to, for fear of pissing someone off.

Some would suggest that their head position is, um, somewhere else.

But B.A.W.'s dad has it spot on: there is almost constant fear at the DNC of rubbing a constituent group the wrong way. It's like having to deal with the People's Front of Judea.

There are lots of folks like my dad out there--and the democratic party has always taken their support for granted. But if you kick a yellow dog enough, it'll bite you on the ass. Keep kicking, democrats. It seems to be working sooooo well for you.

They'll learn — once they lose a few more elections.

Posted at 11:58 AM to Political Science Fiction


It is said (usually in philosophical disquisitions on the nature of "intent") that even a dog knows the difference between being kicked and being tripped over. I suspect that's true of yellow dogs as well. I too grew up amongst a bunch of these YDDs (for those of you who don't know the derivation, it's "I'd vote for the Democrat even if he was a yellow dawg"), and I once heard one of them say, "The trouble with the Democrats is that they keep on nominating yellow dawgs."

Posted by: John Rosenberg at 3:03 PM on 26 December 2002

Or, in some cases, weasels.

Posted by: CGHill at 10:36 AM on 27 December 2002