When politicians do something enormously pleasing to their supporters, the MSM typically describes the move as "red meat for the base".
Well, I don't know about you, but, as a red-meat loving Dem, I'm starving. All I get, day after day, story after story, diary after diary, comment after comment, is an endless string of political and legislative defeats fobbed off as the best we can hope for right now given that we don't have super-majorities in the House, Senate, Knesset, British Parliament, UN general assembly, Pleasantville City Council and of course, the all-important Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
No red meat for me. In fact, our leadership seems to be going out of its way to feed me nothing but ice-chips, arsenic and weak tea, as if I'm some sort of invalid that they can't decide whether to comfort or euthanize.
Yet, as they said in Monty Python and the Holy Grail, I'm not dead yet. In fact, in spite of the occasional arsenic toddy, politically I feel pretty strong. So why do my leaders keep feeding me this bland diet as if I'm a puppy that keeps throwing up on the rug?