MoDo's Insatiable Quest For Testicles

Today's Loose Translation of Dowd the Destroyer: If Obama doesn't want me and my fellow Villagers to do to him what we did to Al Gore, he better not accept the Vice Presidency under Hillary.

The superdelegates are watching to see if Obama can stiffen his backbone. After seeing their candidates lose races they should have won in 2000 and 2004 because they flinched at Republican political waterboarding, Democrats do not want to watch the bully swipe their lollipop a third time.

No Maureen, the superdelegates are watching you mete out exactly the same schtick you used to bludgeon the last two Democratic candidates, both of whom were Vietnam vets and vastly more qualified than the Disgustus Tex you and your ilk foisted on the nation, and praying this time the rest of the Villagers in Versailles on the Potomac ignore your insipid penis envy.

... he will now have to come to grips with something he has always skittered away from: You can’t be elected president unless you prove you’re tough.

Unless of course your name is Hillary, and then you have to prove you can be feminine, but not too feminine, since everyone already knows you're tough. Seriously, it must take a tremendous dick to satisfy this succubus? No doubt her vibrator has a kickstand.

How many clever dog whistles can we find to alert the rest of the press corps to grab their torches and cry, "Homo!" as they launch their tired game yet again -- this time to in support a broken old man whose time is long past, yet one of the few GOPers who didn't duck out of putting their ass in harms way some 40 years ago.

She describes Obama as, "... slender, chewing Nicorette and perfectly groomed in his crisp white shirt ..." and complaining, or actually, "whiny." Translation: "Obambi" is gay, insecure, metrosexual, bitchy.

Man the battlements boys! To Arms!

In the world according to Dowd, Senator Obama's advisers are a decidedly French sounding, "coterie." They lack all the asshole gene that enables Hillary to be ""shameless" and her "kneecapper" hacks to be complete hypocrits, "with a straight face," as if that's a desirable quality in public service -- superior to any "egghead ... effete and vaguely foreign," member of Obama's staff.

If he thinks Hillary has cut him down to size lately, he’d better imagine what his life would be like as the Clintons’ vice president.

Actually Maureen, I think we have a very good idea exactly how deeply you plan to rhetorically emasculate Barack Obama even if he is at the top of the ticket. Would you feel better if he bought himself a ranch?

Kneejerk Shouts Of "Misogeny"

Even more so than the 24/7 news cycle, bloggers are caught up in the zeitgeist of politics almost by the nanosecond. The backlash against John Edwards for stating the obvious, that a President needs to exude a confident demeanor regardless of gender, is just such a phenomenon.

Naturally, Mr. Greenwald figured it all out and explains it even so Amanda can understand it. They're playing you, even you media savvy liberal bloggers who are "on to them."

For those of us willing to examine the professorial level tutorial on the media narrative that is getting shoved down our throats, take a look at the last two days of what Bob Somerby says about the end of a 16 year high tech, slow motion lynching and the evidence of this slow kill.

It's hard to do, hard to restrain yourself. But if you've got more than a few unsent rants in your email cue written when pissed at someone, and a couple of drafts of posts about a inexplicably dumb story that you decided you wanted to rethink before publishing and never pulled the trigger, good. You're learning the most important lesson you can about resisting the Village Press' most insidious weapon -- forcing the ill timed thoughtless remark on incomplete facts.

Keeping the press honest is like holding back the wind. It takes a sturdy structure, something Blogtopia is just starting to build.

No, Duh!

Amanda has figured out that she (and Edwards) got played by the usual suspects in the Village Press.

Okay, Digby's Right. Duh!

I've been resisting the "Village" epithet Digby, Atrios, TRex and The Carpetbagger have adopted to describe the press and beltway insiders that inhabit Washington D.C., preferring instead the idea of Versailles Courtiers dancing along the Potomac.

I've been disabused of this notion. There is little in the people that populate the Nation's Capital that can be confused with the term, "elegant."

Like many a political observer, until I read this, I thought of DC as being more like a European Court filled with jesters and courtiers and grey eminences advising in the shadows. But Versailles could never be this hypocritically provincial --- and proud of it. DC is America, through and through --- America, ca. 1690. The Reverend Broder sentences the heretics to the stake while Sally Goodwyfe runs around screaming "burn them, burn them!"

And yes, if you haven't already, take a look at Digby's argument and see if you agree.

Make no mistake, The Villagers dearly miss that kinder, gentler time when witches and wayward women knew their place or were drowned; and shooting, whipping and enslaving brown people was all the rage. Life is so much more complicated now.