Monday, August 23, 2004
Blog business
Apparently the Washington Post is having some sort of blog contest. Nominations close September 3. The categories are:
Best Rant
Best Democratic Party Coverage
Best Republican Party Coverage
Best Campaign Dirt
Best Inside the Beltway
Best Outside the Beltway
Best International
Class Clown
Most Original
Most Likely To Last Beyond Election Day
It appears that there has been some oversight, for I can find no way to nominate anyone in the critical category of political hockey blogging. So tell you what: head over to the WaPo and nominate some of the many fine blogs from my blogroll, or maybe Fafblog, which I keep forgetting to add to the mix. But tell ‘em I sent you.
In other news, a friend writes to say, “I hope you’re going to be watching the Republican convention. You owe it to your blog readers, as I’m sure I’m not alone in being someone who will get physically ill if I have to watch that crap.” This is a friend, I ask you? Someone who wants me to shorten my lifespan by watching Zell and Cheney and Prez Cheez Whiz talk all week about their firm hard compassionately moderate compassionated steadfastness? Someone who will affix the Clockwork Orange eyelid-opening devices to my skull, turn on the TV, and make me blog about the experience?
What did you think about that compassionate moment of good hard firm All-American regular-guy compassion? Judy? Tucker? Cokie?
-- I thought it was extremely compassionated, Wolf. This is not some Swiss-cheese-eating candidate with a credibility problem and a history of mental illness. This is a man with a clear, compassional vision for America that is also strong and hard.
I have to put up with four days of this all so that he can avoid getting physically ill? What am I, a prophylactic blog?
You tell me, folks. Do I have to go through with it?
