If I had to guess, the only memory we’ll have of Graham Platner in a year is as the punchline to a bad joke. A belated accusation is likely to be the rape that broke the camel’s back, because Totenkopf tat and sexting while married, etc., weren’t red flaggy enough. After all, as the millennial pixie argues, he had what young passionate Democrats were seeking in a senatorial candidate who had never before served in any public office.
Also liable for this disaster are the progressive operatives who recruited Platner and were so infatuated with his identity — a gruff, handsome oysterman with social democratic politics — that they failed to do their due diligence. The Wall Street Journal reported last month that Platner’s top strategist, Dan Moraff, didn’t want to spring for a thorough background check, which can take weeks and cost around $20,000. “Moraff asked for an expedited, cheaper review to be done within days,” The Journal said.
Michelle Golberg bigly blames herself as well, for having come under Platner’s spell. Continue reading
