There once was a little blue governor who wanted to be president. But, he lost in the primaries and watched the nominee lose in the general election.

One day, the little blue governor found some grains of political organizations and he asked his friends, “Who will help me plant these so that we can grow our party at the grassroots level?”

"Not I," said the Reid. "Not I" said the Pelosi. "Not I" said the Rahm.

“Then I will plant them myself,” said the little blue governor.

And the grains grew, but needed fundraising and volunteers. Again, the little blue governor asked his friends, “Who will help me fundraise and get volunteers for our grassroots organizations?”

“Not I,” said the Reid. “Not I, “ said the Pelosi. “Not I,” said the Rahm.

“Then I will fundraise and go to the Internet myself,” said the little blue governor.

And he did. The field of grassroots organizations grew and grew throughout the summer and fall.

And the party convention was held and a nominee was chosen. And the little blue governor gave his volunteers and fundraising and organizations to the effort to not only get the nominee elected, but all the down-ticket people as well. And the party won.

And as he proudly stood by watching his work succeed through the grassroots, the new leader of the party, who he had worked so hard to elect, took the bread from out of his hands.
“Mine, now, Howard.”

And the little blue governor stood there in wonderment. And watched the Rahm and the Pelosi and the Reid (and even the Lieberman who had attacked the new leader through the campaign) all rise up with greater power than before. And watched them eat it all, leaving nothing for the grassroots.