Back in the summer of 2008, I got my start as a political blogger writing about the PUMA's.
The PUMA crowd (Party Unity My Ass) was a bunch of die-hard Hillary Clinton supporters that were furious, absolutely livid that this upstart African-American Senator, one Sen. Barack Obama, had the gall to challenge the inevitable coronation of Sen. Hillary Clinton. And when that upstart actually started pulling ahead, well, then we got a bunch of people collectively losing their shit. And it got worse when Sen. Clinton suspended her campaign and endorsed Sen. Obama.
Literally worse. For months they looked at any video of Sen. Clinton frame by frame trying to find evidence she was actually supporting the PUMAs. ("See here? In frame 43 you see her moving slightly to the left and the look on her face looks like she was goosed by an Oompa-Loompa. That PROVES she's supporting us! You see it right? Right? RIGHT????")
The colour of her pantsuits was held up as proof. They did everything they could, including editing and ignoring Hillary Clinton's speeches, to convince themselves. A batch held a PUMA party and RV road trip to Denver in hopes that Sen. Clinton would challenge Sen. Obama's nomination after all (and then got into the RV and headed to the GOP convention, where they spoke dreamily about how nice the GOP treated them and how much they loved Sarah Palin. Never mind the only thing Sen. Clinton and Gov. Palin had in common was both were female carbon-based life forms.)