by R Kent
It was a perfect spring Saturday, and the lovely Isabelle and I were enjoying lunch at a sidewalk café in Montparnasse with our friends Jennifer, Christophe and Marianne.
The Pennsylvania primary had been contested a few days before, and my French friends all had questions.
Not so much “Who do you like: Hillary or Barack?”
More along the lines of “Why is your electoral system so messed up?”
Now, I come from Washington, DC, the uber-center of politics in the United States.
I grew up hearing about primaries and caucuses, House sub-committees and Senate filibusters.
I could not escape it. (more…)