She Who Until Very Recently Was Unseen:
If we do nothing else, we should ensure that the Democratic candidates pay no attention to these gasbags. That’s not to say they shouldn’t pay attention to the actual press narratives and the stereotypes that will inevitably emerge. But the punditocrisy should be shunned and ignored. They are promoting their own interests and those interests are always hostile to Democrats, who by dint of their more diverse coalition of Americans, are simply not as willing to bow down to the establishment. They are effectively agents of the Republican party simply because that is the party of authoritarian followers who will put their trust in the elite village elders. Democrats will never win by catering to them.
Well, blogosphere- are you listening? Because if you take away all the posts and discussions in the political blogosphere that relate to what Bobblehead of the Day has said, what are you left with? Unfortunately, not enough.
Let me put it another way. A wise friend once told me that in order for there to be a better future, we must imagine and describe it first, so that people will have a “roadmap” of how to get there. What possible better place to do that than the Interwebs? Specifically, the political blogging community, which just happens to be filled with brilliant, creative, underutilized people who for various political reasons not of their own making, have been effectively shut out of the Republican Loyalty Hierarchy that has become “our economy?”
When I think of the tremendous intellectual energy and creative ability I know is in the blogosphere, and I mean you, gentle reader, I weep to realize how infrequently we all spend time doing just that: taking steps to create that better future. Because we’re all too busy playing a game we’ll never win, that is, expecting the SCLM
and their Republican/DINO
codependents to discover a sense of shame, honor, decency, etc., because we’ve documented their lies and hypocrisy. Nah. Gunna. Happen. Evah.
I’m not saying that projects like Media Matters have no value, nor do I want to lose the moments of mirth I enjoy when better bloggers find some gem of absudity in the mouths of the pundit class and write accordingly. But it’s a question of scale, and time, and I think both are creating an imperative. In a lot of ways, this is why I’m not blogging so much anymore- I’m waiting for more people to be interested in talking about something else other than The Game. The Game is eternal, and these days, only a carefully selected chosen few can play it in a way that actually can make a difference (Edwards, potentially, for example). But I think the rest of us waste valuable time, and more importantly, the chance at a better future, by describing in endless detail and constant attention, what Lying Liars are Lying about Today.
Short version: turn it off. You know who and what I mean, and I promise you, you’ll feel so much better when you do. I know I do.
I found this via the Crack Den (surprise, not) and fwiw, when I lived in DC, the real ’townies’ called it “The District,” and not “the village.” Although to be fair the Grey Lord may be referring only to those in the District who are the subject of Digby’s post.











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"The village" is a reference to Sally Quinn's legendary column
About The Clenis, naturellement. I’ll cherry-pick some quotes, the most famous one being the “not his place” one from Broder**:
Versailles on the Potomac…
** Which in fact I was riffing on in the last paragraph of this post.
No authoritarians were tortured in the writing of this post.
thanks, lb. my bad for not remembering that line
not that i’m upset my precious brain cells are devoted to something other than recalling clinton era High Broderism.
still- if it’s a “village,” it’s a medieval one. that is, one with serfs, and one with lords and court retainers. the latter never knew, nor cared, about the suffering and day to day of the former, so long as food made it to the common castle table. ahem, “above the salt,” anyone?
which is why i say again: shut the door to the common dining hall in dc. it’s easier to do, o pitchfork owning friends, than you may think.
& OMG does that gergen quote make me want to puke
ha ha, ““Sex did not violate those rules.”
/cow sized eye roll/
what. ever.
there is so much kinky sex going on in DC it’s not even funny. especially today. especially by republicans and their pundit slaves. please, take it from me, this is one area in which i am an expert (kink but not DC rethug kink- i know that from a comfortable distance). do you like hawt gay man-on-man-in a harness sex? are you looking to train yourself as a 24/7 bondage slave? diapers turn you on? you only have to walk a block or two, and you’ll find your soulmate in the beltway.
what i hated most about life in DC: that everyone in The District was soooooo open about this reality, when in town and speaking to other townies. but those same perverts would get in front of the camera and pretend like they didn’t just have an albino dwarf rimming their assholes clean 15 minutes before the presser. which was further, more difficult to perceive up close, knowing the albino was also the cameraman for CNN’s domestic politics div.
that’s not a true story, but as a metaphor, it’s close enough. if i wasn’t worried it would get me killed, i’d tell you what paul bremmer’s top admin asst. offered me one afternoon on a DC sidewalk, rich and flush from
raping iraq’s wealth, women and resourcesbringing democracy to iraq. and no, i didn’t take him up on it. because, um, ick.Wow. Albino?
Now that’s just… Wrong.
It’s always the details, isn’t it?
No authoritarians were tortured in the writing of this post.
Incident in a store . . .
Heh, heh,
Back when Dream Dresser was a real fetish store (before it got sold) down by the water on Wisconsin Ave. in Georgetown- I got talking with the original owners.
They were New Jerseyites who had originally started the business in Montclair, NJ. They found, however, that most of their business was coming from people in Washington- who were quite willing to drive several hours (or send their driver- apparently many of their customers back then were “people you see on the news”) to get that perfect harness, or whip, or latex knick knack.
They figured why not have a shop right in DC, if that was where more than 1/2 their business was coming from? Of course, part of the appeal of the Montclair store to the newsworthy types might have been its location in a place nobody’s ever heard of …
Anyhow, their take on the fetish world was that there is more than the average amount of fetishism among people who: i) are in high-stress work, ii) who face a large amount of uncertainty in their career, including the prospect of being turfed out on short notice if they lose a competition (election!), iii) who seek power over other people- and where better to find the perfect storm of such factors converging than in DC?