Oh me, oh my. What a dud! I at least expected a bit of unearned grandiloquence, a little bit of the old upward, onward, better, faster, bigger, hotter, harder, yeah! Instead we got a subliterate word soup that took thirty minutes to say what could have been said in thirty seconds. The poor liberals don't know what to do. March? Run a primary challenge? I imagine the entire electoral base of the Democratic Party pouting miserably into its soup, a spitting image of Claire Danes in the My-So-Called Life years: "God, Dad, you just make me want to die!"
Anyway, I think we can safely say that this outcome was as predictable as tides and sunsets. Plus ça change, motherfuckers.