Howie Dean is on Tweety

Please shut him up Howie.

Doesnt appear to be concerned that the nomination fight may last until the convention.

It was a large change from his prior "over by April" comments, and dissapointing.

including party leaders.

They have been smug, the press has been smug.....a bunch of smug mostly male power brokers.

Maybe they should feel a little heat, thinking they can tell us all what's going to be what.

While McShame rests on his laurels.....

Why yes, now that you mention it.

You do know that Obama has won more votes than Hillary, right?

I wonder if I can post something I just make up out of whole cloth and post it??

They were excellent interviews, he is being careful in what he says, and I guarantee they will handle it.

I was so glad on CNN he again said the FL and MI knew the rules, and they could not be changed after the primary had begun.

NFL fans want to see an overtime Super Bowl, or a double overtime Super Bowl, or some other history-making Super Bowl. Doesn't matter who wins or loses, as long as it’s the sort of thing that people will prattle on about for decades to come.

Instead of NFL fans, these are political fans. It doesn’t matter to Tweety or any of the rest of them who wins or loses the Democratic nomination, they want to see a brokered convention. Instead of a clear reading of the will of the voters, they desperately want to see the nomination decided in the proverbial smoke-filled room with the power brokers negotiating and announcing their decision. They want the intrigue, the power plays, the foiled attempts, the petty victories, the back-stabbing, the rancor, the bitterness and all the other hallmarks of classic tragedy. So that years from now, they can prattle on about the Democratic convention of aught eight with a secret leer that they were on the scene when history was made. Who cares if the country goes to hell, their careers can be capped with breathless reporting of what Howard promised to Hillary while Barak was secretly meeting with Teddy; doesn’t matter one whit if any of their reportage is true, as long as they. Were. There. (And you, you lowly peon, weren’t.)