just say no deal

Any American with a tv who was alive in 2004, has a total recall of the moment that Howard Dean’s campaign imploded. The pitch, the rabid look, the thrust and, dare I say, the sweat. Pardon, as I shudder.

It’s the stuff that epic political falls are made of. From Allen’s macaca to Dean’s scream, the media and its complicit audience are all too willing to participate in one of America’s favorite pastimes: icon toppling. And you needn’t worry, because if you hadn’t caught it on “live” tv or in person, it will be shoved in your mouth like a seemingly endless helping of brussel sprouts, which by the way are now en vogue.

Now we are right back where we started – with Howard Dean, a screamer and an impending implosion. Is there anyone else out there who gets a sense that Dean just may be enjoying this? Let’s go a step further: Did he have a hand in handicapping the primaries to benefit Obama. Is Hillary Clinton the victim of a vastly dysfunctional far left-wing conspiracy?

It’s all too delicious to entertain. But in looking at the power struggle now ensuing within the democratic party, it’s as if each player has a bone to pick. You’ve got the professed liberal wing accompanied by moderate has-beens hoping to cash in on Obama’s rock-star status. But now, the screams. HAVEN’T THEY LEARNED BY NOW THAT AMERICA HATES SCREAMERS.

I’ve always believed that Barack Obama was the dream candidate, for the GOP. A proper vetting would have revealed “the screamer.” Hillary Clinton is many things, but she sure ain’t a screamer. She is the only democratic candidate who is masterful enough to take on not only the republicans but the delirious democats as well. If the party does manage to annoint Senator Obama, we can look forward this fall to heaping portions of brussel sprouts…I mean screams.