I know it's been done before. It should probably happen again after today. This little diary will be quick and to the point.
Sir:
Mr. Howard Dean.
I have never met you in the flesh, but let me tell you, Sir, that I love you. I love you because you're a capital-H Hero of America - and not in some cartoonish or ironic way, but in an actual and realistic way that deserves capitalization. And so I say again. I love you, Sir . . . because you are a Hero of America.
Thank you, Sir.
Thank you for your service to this great country, and its people. I have so much gratitude, and respect, and admiration for you that I become blubbery and unable to focus my thoughts. I don't even know whether I should call you, Governor Doctor Howard Dean, or Doctor Governor Dean, or "Give 'Em Hell" Howie, which has a good ring to it . . . whatever you want. Words fail, in conveying the level of thanks that the American people owe you . . . whether they know it or not. So let me also fail to express the depth of my admiration for your accomplishments . . . which is the point of this diary.
I genuflect, Dr. Gov. "Give 'Em Hell" Howard Dean. I honestly and sincerely genuflect.
When I first heard that there might be a new Chairman of the DNC, I was crushed. But when I later heard that You . . . Sir . . . actually felt like you needed a break and wished to stop slaving so tirelessly, then I said:
Of course! If anyone on THE FUCKING PLANET gets a break right now, it's Dr. Gov. "Give 'Em Hell" Howard Dean! Kick back, relax a little, Sir! You've earned it and then some! Do what you need to do. YOU DESERVE A BREAK.
I thank you again, Sir, from the bottom of my heart.