But they totally should. The Clark County Democratic Party convention just wrapped up, and the winner is chaos!

Seriously. The end result is that things got so screwed up, delegates had to take two votes just to decide to have another convention to select delegates to the state convention.

What went wrong? The county party failed to anticipate that thousands of people would show up, despite a state caucus turnout that exceeded expectations by tens of thousands. Whoops. How hard was that to see coming?

Plus, the lines were brutal, the room far too small and some would-be attendees were denied entry by the fire marshal. All in all, a low-water mark for the county party and Chairman John Hunt. (One insider brutally assessed it like this: At least now Hunt’s failure to get elected attorney general in 2002 won’t be his worst failure ever. Ouch, baby. But not wrong.)

More on the blog Monday.

Well, George Bush finally managed to unite somebody — or, in this case, a lot of somebodies. Thousands of them.

So many, in fact, that Clark County Democratic Chair John Hunt, megaphone in hand, had to climb onto a table to tell a hallway full of folks waiting to get into the county convention today at Bally’s that only delegates would be allowed onto the convention floor. At this point, the main room was so packed it was beyond stretching the limits of the fire code, so alternate delegates and other non-delegates in the hall already had been asked to leave and were shunted into rooms off the convention floor. As Hunt made his announcement, the line still waiting to get in gushed down a long hallway, spilled into the casino, then oozed past the reception area before washing up on the shore of the Bally’s entrance, coating the area in a unctuous mixture of frustration and despair. It was, as George might say, very mis-dis-orgasmsized and confusioning, to say the least.

(He probably would have hated the oil-slick of humanity metaphor, too, if only he knew what a metaphor was.)

But the Democrats probably owe Bush a thank-you for at least re-kindling their interest in the democratic process — even though as the day wore on, they didn’t seem to know how to make the process work. Alas, there didn’t seem to be a decider in the house.