This kind of drama is exactly the kind of politics that I get so excited for and wrapped up in every four years, and I always feel a pang of regret for not somehow being directly involved in it. It’s great theater and great democracy; though it makes for an uncomfortable weekend for the Dean campaign, it’s a healthy vetting process. Whatever doesn’t kill a candidate makes him stronger, and if he can weather Monday’s caucuses then he’ll have really proven that he⁏s made of tough stuff.
As much as I dislike the fact that the other contenders — Kerry, Edwards and Gephardt — all had a hand in rubber-stamping the war that they’ve since campaigned against, a part of me is thankful that they’ve turned out to have some real competitiveness in them, that they’re not entirely shallow creatures. And though I think that Dean will still ultimately prevail — and I wouldn’t be surprised if some of this week’s polling data will be revealed as pretty faulty — I’m happy that, at last, this race has become a race.