My apologies to "Field of Dreams" for my parody:
"Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to New Hampshire for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only one vote per person. They'll go to the voting booths without even thinking about it: for it's votes they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered they're heroes. And they'll watch Howard Dean and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. And the memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray.
The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been politics. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But politics has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come."