Here I am, enjoying post-solstice sunrise at 5.48 a.m., and, on
California's North Coast, sunset at 8.35 p.m. (probably classified info if
you ask Tom Ridge). I'm in the early summer of 2003, and already people are
acting as though the first Democratic primary was only a month or two away.
Already we're wading deeper into the issues that will pulse with increasing
intensity across the next 17 months.
Is the task of booting George Bush out of the White House
paramount? Out with the imperial Crusader, the death-penalty-loving,
Bill-of-Rights-trashing, drug-war-advocating corporate serf! By all means.
But whoa! Who's this we see, galloping out of the mists of rosy-fingered
dawn, a knight errant sent by the gods to give the kiss of life to all our
fainting hopes? It's . why, it's. yes, it's another imperial Crusader, a
death-penalty-loving, Bill-of-Rights-trashing, drug-war-advocating corporate
serf. Only he's a Democrat, not a Republican. That changes everything. Or
does it?
Take Howard Dean, former governor of Vermont. Right now, he's
enjoying a boomlet. Across this great land, ambitious Democrats are hopping