Sure, there's a foot of snow on the ground, the trains are running late, and the endless gray January sky has increased the Zoloft and Paxil sales in the New York metro area by a factor of ten. My thoughts of late have been turning to the summer in New York - or more specifically, this coming summer, when two huge forces will collide: the national Republican Party and New Yorkers.
It's so delicious for politics and media junkies. Thousands of conservative Republicans led by Tom Delay will arrive to renominate George W. Bush in a late summer convention - that's even later this year because of craven attempts to link the convention to the Sept. 11th anniversary. Throw in the lukewarm (at best) support of Michael Bloomberg (whose GOP roots run about as deep as a line on the ballot) and the now-you-see-him, now-you-don't leadership style of George Pataki. And then consider the early stages of the 2005 mayoral election, when Democrats line up to challenge Bloomberg. (Disclosure: I serve on the board of directors of the Drum Major Institute for Public Policy, of which Fernando Ferrer, a likely candidate, is president).
Bring on the press, the war coverage, the anti-terrorism efforts, and the Red States' visceral hatred for liberal New York. What a simmering pot!
So yeah, I'm cold and miserable, stuck in the frosty deep freeze. But summer dreamin' is warmth enough.