Just three words: Go caucus now

I'm on my way in about three minutes to make another vain attempt to prove that Democracy works: I'm headed for my neighborhood caucus.
What's a caucus? I'm not entirely sure. I mean, I've read the description and I know what to do, but I'm pretty vague on why we're doing this instead of an honest primary election.
Dennis Myers, my new colleague at my new gig at the Reno News & Review (watch for it, pick it up free all over town, read it, write to the editor expressing appreciation) and the best political writer around, says it's at least partly because of money. Primary elections cost a lot to stage, while caucuses are fairly cheap.
If that seems to imply a reluctance to spend money to insure an accurate reflection of voters' preferences . . . well, there's hardly anybody in office in this state that I voted for, so look in the mirror.
Flawed as the system may be, though, it's the system we have. The alternative to going and being heard is to let the kind of morons who generally get zealous this early in the process be the only ones heard, and we've seen where that leads.
It's an hour out of one Saturday of your life. Go. Take the kids. Show them how it works. Or else just accept what happens to you and for the next four years, shut the hell up.