A Martin O'Malley Supporter Looks Back

I met up for a drink with  a friend of mine recently. An unflinching feminist and outspoken Clinton supporter, we had a heated debate a year ago over our preferred candidates for the Democratic Nomination. For her, it was Bernie Sanders. For me, it was Martin O'Malley.

You may laugh out loud here.

A year ago we both didn't think Hillary could win because she had too much baggage, something we laughed about at our recent rendezvous. I eventually came around to her side about Bernie right around the time she became Team Hillary. But in the interest of wrongness, people should know that for a few months, I argued passionately for Marty O'Malley.

My arguments for O'Malley were pretty simple: he was a young governor who supported the Dream Act. That was two-fold for me: you can tout his executive experience and the fact that he actually stuck his neck out for something. This to me meant he could win. 

However, his campaign fell apart almost as soon as it began. Sure there were there were some pro O'Malley stories, like "Why Martin O'Malley could be the future of the Democratic Party." But the energy of the party was absorbed by the other two candidates. Even his home state wasn't digging him, a death-knell. One woman I spoke to told me that everybody in Maryland knows that O'Malley has a secret family.

When the debates began, I felt like Homer Simpson when he bet on Santa's Little Helper. Hillary was masterful against the Democrats, and because she and Bernie needed each other's supporters, they safely ignored the handsome man who whistles when he speaks. His staff went unpaid during the final stretch at Iowa, where he received zero delegates and quickly quit. I voted for Bernie in the primary well after Hillary wrapped it up, but I gave Martin one final shoutout.

I spoke to a journalist about it and told her that I voted Bernie because I hoped the party would take on more of his policies, and she replied, "holy shit! So did I!"

I then told her I would have voted for O'Malley had he still been on the ballot, and the conversation quickly died down.

Eh well, that's politics for ya.