Jan., 2007 issue of GQ has lead on front page: "THE KING MAKER Inside the DEMOCRATIC REVOLUTION with the Man who made it all happen," by Ryan Lizza.
Great, I say to myself, Dean finally gets his, but then on Page 84:
"He's the new kingmaker of the Democratic Party, the man who handpicked candidates, twisted arms, crushed dissent, and delivered the nation from one-party rule, so what does the Clinton vet and former ballet dancer plan to do with all that power?"
Page 85, lo and behold aportrait of Rahm Emanuel
follow me below for excerpts and you just know Dean doesn't smell pretty
September: (page 86) "Despite the wins by traditionally liberal candidates in several districts, Rahm, with his insistence on playing to the middle, was undeniably the primary architect of the Democratic sweep."
"Instead of a national referendum on Bush and Washington corruption, it looks like Rahm and his lieutenants will be forced into a race-by-race dogfight, which means they're going to have to get dirty. Or dirtier."
Later in the article, Rahm, Carville are complaining they need more money and the only thing they can do now is talk to Dean:
"'This shit has got to stop,'" Carville told the friend. "'We need to go see Dean. He's got the one thing we need-borrowing power.'" Word came back the next day that Dean wouldn't meet with them. (Later, asked about the incident, a top aide to Dean tells me the chairman has no idea what Carville is talking about."
Again quoting from the article:
"Normally, the chairman of the DNC is installed by party leaders, but after the Democrats' 2004 debacle, there were no party leaders, and Dean won over the anonymous state-party chairs..."
"The state parties became his base of support and Dean promised them two things: more money and more power."
Carville again: "'The thing that stuns me...is that this is supposed to be a rigged deal-chairman of the party! The congressional leadership, the fund raisers, people like that are supposed to decide. You (the state party chairs, and DNC members) are supposed to get a call and are told who to vote for! You're not supposed to really vote on this shit!'"
So there we have it, uppity little folks that we are? I think this article is online and would love it if a ton of folk would send GQ a few love notes from the Deaniacs on board.
Please send cautionary note if I have quoted too much, please?