Infinite Monkeys

obit for howard dean's candidacy

Howard Dean was mighty. He had a glow you cannot see. He had a heart as big as the moon. As warm as bathwater. He was an insurgent, he didn't have time to be charming. The boots of Republicanism were made for walkin' people. Howard Dean was watching the big picture, friends. He knew the score. He was a public servant, not a glamour boy. Not a captain of industry. He said: "Keep your vulgar moneys. I'm a justice sandwich. No toppings necessary. Living rooms of America, do you catch my drift? Do you dig?"

Howard Dean's journey into hugeness can teach us all a lesson. Absolute power is a sticky wicket. And Howard Dean's campaign was the stickiest. Some of the best things come in small packages. But large things can't. Unless they're inflatable, or require some assembly, or unless they're hearts. Yes, giant, juicy, loving hearts. As big as the moon, but much, much warmer.