“… while Democrats in New Hampshire — still fighting with the Democratic National Committee — moved closer to holding a rogue primary.

Iowa’s influential perch within the Democratic Party formally came to an end in a windowless hotel ballroom here, where members of the Democratic National Committee voted to accept Iowa’s plan to release its presidential preference numbers on March 5, Super Tuesday. Iowa officials said they will lobby for an earlier nominating contest in 2028….”

Hotel ballrooms are always windowless, aren’t they? Might as well mention that there were floors and a ceiling, and yet, the word “windowless” made me feel that the scene was terribly dreary. And… in retrospect, everything I’ve ever experienced in a hotel ballroom feels dreary. 
Why do we accept that these places are called “ballrooms,” when “ballroom” — without “hotel” in front of it — calls to mind something like this:

But here’s to you, Iowa, for giving up your place in the grand tradition. It was institutionalized racism, and you knew it. Now, back to the farm or whatever it is you do over there. Our years of caring about you (and your damned ethanol) are over… or, oh, no, there are still those miserable Republicans tromping about in that heartland of yours.

Meanwhile, New Hampshire clings to what’s left of its once-proud first-in-the-nation tradition, which is so little that to adhere to it is — as Politico has it — to deserve to be called “rogue.”