But aside from the relative merits of the many forms of Doom possible for the Dean campaign, one thing struck us strongly as we watched the good doctor listlessly strut his stuff in front of the stars and stripes.
This was not a giant striding onto the political stage, by any stretch of the imagination. This was a sincere but sad and sorry little man, tilting at windmills and earnestly exhorting his classmates to vote for him like a nerdy sophomore running for student council. The unfortunate fact is that neither Dean, nor any of the other hacks and shucksters we have seen, in person or on screen, is in the least bit inspirational.
What is wrong with a system that produced a cast of characters as drab and dubious as this one?
Does Howard Dean really exist? I am beginning to think he is the first figment of collective internet imagination to run for president. His internet presences–weblogs and a friendster account–are maintained by twentysomething volunteers. Perhaps this same hip group has found a way to animate the flesh of a stodgy, moderate democrat to reflect their shared insecurity, anger, and confusion?
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