Someone finally did the smart thing — they uploaded the video they took as one of the crowd during Howard Dean’s speech. See what it was like for the people who were there, from their POV, and see how it’s not what the media turned it into.
I got this from Werther Kems, who reports that Idiom Studio has posted the speech
as seen by a personal video camera out in the audience. It’s available in three different formats, and two different sizes in each format.
It’s an entirely different effect and experience. And it shows up the media for the unprofessional swamp it really is — not that we needed yet another reminder, but they themselves certainly do. Let’s see if any of them bother to play this personal in-the-crowd POV, this version which better serves the media’s role to properly and accurately report the news.
Don’t hold your breath. You don’t look good bloated and blue.
Also, in an “Open Memo to Congressional Democrats,” Kems spells out a five-part assignment that begins:
Since, as previously stated, politics is not merely some intellectual exercise, and since the stakes this time are so enormously high, and since no one is bothering to adequately provide the full context of the onslaught, and since your party is in dire need of appearing to actually comprehend the enormity of the situation, here’s your assignment.
Read the audacious five-part assignment here.

Lindsay, over at Frog Star, is one of my every-day reads. She’s young enough (under the right circumstances) to be my grandaugther, but I keep learning from what she writes. I’m going to follow up on this post of hers soon.
But meanwhile, she has a newer post about this unbelievably detailed dream that she had that reads like a sci-fi novel. I used to have dreams like that. Now, most of them, while rich with sound, color, and sensory details — as well as convoluted plots — all seem to be trying to say the same thing.
Last night, for example, I dreamed I was going back for a college reunion, only I lived near the campus, so I didn’t have to stay overnight in the dorm. I did, however, bring a change of clothes. The only place I could change, however, was a coat room, and I started to try and do that. Only people get walking in as I had my shirt almost off. So I grabbed the clothes I wanted to change into against my chest (I was bare from the waist up) and went looking for a ladies room to change in. After walking around these wide public hallways for a while, I finally found one — but the stalls were too small to change in, they were filthy, and all kinds of people kept walking in and out. At that point, I realized that I had to pee, but there was no way I would sit on any of the seats. (Actually, I really did have to pee in real life, but I remember thinking that I wanted to stay asleep so that I could resolve my dreaming dilemma.) So, I somehow found an empty dorm room and went in to change. But then I realized that I didn’t have any underwear to change into, and the clothes I was carrying didn’t fit me.
I went over to a telephone by the bed and tried to dial out for help. But I couldn’t punch in all the numbers because most of them had been broken off and didn’t work. And I really had to pee.
Suddenly, there was this cow (now, where the hell did she come from) in the room and she was was peeing all over the floor.
At that point, I made myself wake up and go to the bathroom. I never did get out of that room.
What’s interesting is that I often dream of a college campus that’s also like a big resort hotel and grounds. I always get lost — can’t get from where I am to where I want to go. Stairs that should get me from one floor to another end up in another building entirely. Same thing with elevators.
I have to stop having those late night snacks!

Judith Steinberg Dean and her husband, Howard — real people, warts and all. They care. They have passion for what they believe in. A Jewish wife and a Christian husband and somehow they work it out so everyone wins. Two demanding careers, and somehow they work it out so everyone wins. Two very different personalities, and somehow they work it out so everyone wins. Isn’t it time that we had a president who’s passionate to work things out?
I can’t say it any better than Werther Kems, who has come to my attention through one of my West Coast contacts.
Here’s a snippet from yesterday’s post-Sawyer interview post:
Politicians, pundits, and press are scared out of their minds of an authentic populace roused to fight the good fight when none of them will. It’s why barely a moment passed after the Iowa speech before it was seized upon as evidence of some sort of defect.
Authenticity is not a defect. Voice is not a defect. Passion is not a defect. Neither is a deep and abiding respect for one’s supporters.
Co-opt the screech. Supporters need to make it mandatory at all campaign events. Admist the bellowing cheers and chants, masses of Dean supporters should swing their arms through the air and respond to their candidate’s Monday yawp with one of their own, day after day, week after week, campaign stop after campaign stop.
Go and read the whole meme. And spread the word.