Ah, the price of eggs. It’s that eternal, gnawing concept that never seems to leave the American political landscape — particularly when it comes to the Democratic Party’s manic obsession with being right. I’ve heard it a thousand times, the shrill chants of “they’re going to be sorry” after every election debacle or policy defeat, and every time I roll my eyes and mutter, “Yeah, but we’re the collateral damage here, pal. That’ll really show them.”
The Dems are caught in a trap of their own making. They’re stuck in this feverish scramble to prove their own righteousness, their own moral high ground, to the point where it’s like watching a maniac trying to climb the ladder of virtue while everyone below him is getting crushed by the weight of his ideological purity. The idea that they must be right at all costs drives every move. They’ll burn every bridge, offend every moderate, and drive away every potential ally, just to cling to the notion that this time, they’re on the right side of history.
But what’s the cost of that? Oh, that’s the price of eggs. You keep thinking you’re winning, racking up those ideological points like badges of honor, but in the end, you’re just running up a massive tab with no clear way to pay it off.
The Democrats seem to forget that when you refuse to compromise, when you treat every disagreement like a personal affront, you’re not building a better future — you’re building a battlefield, one where nobody wins. All the while, they double down on their purity, ignoring the reality that political progress isn’t about scoring points — it’s about making deals, even with the devils you can’t stand.
So, sure, maybe you’ll be right in the end, maybe the GOP will implode under the weight of its own hypocrisy. But when the dust settles, don’t be surprised if you’re standing there, holding the bill, wondering how you got stuck with the price of eggs.