"Surgery?"
Montoya shook his head.
"You idiots, sitting in your offices staring at spreadsheets."
"Do you think this is twenty years ago? Do you think a few party bosses can just meet in some smoke-filled room and decide who the candidate will be?"
Montoya could no longer contain his fury.
He pointed a finger in Graves's face and roared in a low voice, "Open your eyes and look at the world we live in!"
"Do you think Sanders is still that strange old man shouting slogans all by himself?"
"He's holding a donor list with millions of young voters! He has the thirty solid votes of the entire House Progressive Caucus behind him!"
"He can get tens of thousands of college students to take to the streets and shut down your campaign rallies!"
"You're betting an already uncertain midterm election on the price of losing our entire left-wing voter base!"
"You lunatics!"
Montoya paced back and forth in the office, his breathing ragged.
