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Elected Democrats didn't suit up for offense until they felt the floorboards beneath their feet rock with the anger and frustration of Democrat voters, tired of hearing Tom Daschle and other Senate leaders using guidance-counselor language to lace-trim their defeatism. Again and again Daschle was *disappointed* in the president's actions or the Republicans' latest humiliation of a Democrat caucus and when he wasn't *disappointed", he was *deeply disappointed*, *troubled*, and yes *saddened*. His face sagged like the doleful countenance of a Dust Bowl farmer. It wasn't until Mary Landrieu scored a surprise upset in the 2002 Louisianna Senate runoff, winning reelection to the Senate by running against Bush policies and Howard Dean's campaign sizzled, that the Beltway brainos realized that, unlike them, registered Democrats weren't disappointed, concerned, troubled, bothered, saddened and sunkin in malaise; they were truly, madly, deeply, mightily, righteously, scalp-huntingly pissed off. The Dems heeded the howl of the wolfhound and began acting like an opposition party again, filibustering some of the ideological dregs Bush insisted on trying to shovel onto the higher courts. Senator Ted Kennedy, the attack poodle's favorite poster boy of incontinent liberalism, a walking editorial cartoon, with his red bulbous nose and gut snowballing over his low-slung belt, lost weight and regained stature, something like his old magnificent self again. Those who ignored the cry of the wolfhound, like presidential candidate Joe Lieberman, found themselves discarded by the side of the road like a tin can. ..... This is an excellent book read.
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