It’s Not Just the Jump Wings. It’s the Chilean Jump Wings.
There is a story Republicans tell in Maryland’s red counties, and they have been telling it for as long as I have been covering this state: Democrats are city people. Suburban people. People who are afraid of guns, afraid of mud, afraid of anything that sweats or bleeds. Soft. It is not a fair story about every Democrat, but it is a profitable one. It gets told on the Eastern Shore and out in Garrett County every election cycle, and it costs Democrats votes in places where a living used to be made with your hands.
I have not made up my mind about the 2030 governor’s race, and what follows is not an endorsement of anybody. I like Jake Day. I am watching Brooke Lierman so far, and I intend to look at the whole field before I settle on anyone. But there is a question sitting underneath the 2030 race that nobody in Annapolis is asking out loud, and it begins with a small metal badge that most Marylanders have never heard of, pinned on the chest of the Secretary of Housing.
