Posts from January 2004

The ideal blog reader

The ideal blog reader
: David Galbraith lists his wishes for Kinja, the coming blog reader.

One pill make you…

One pill make you…
: Bill Maher notes that the SuperBowl will be sponsored by competing Viagra sequels and says:

It’s more than a little ironic that, just a week after the President uses the State of the Union Address to rail against performance-enhancing drugs, we hold a Steroid Bowl brought to you by – you guessed it – performance enhancing drugs.

It all comes back to the “what’s-your-pleasure” hypocrisy in this country. If your pleasure is the slurry, cheery buzz of an apple martini, you’re legal and accepted. If it’s the serene, introspective buzz of a joint or, say, the warm, itchy buzz of Vicodin, then you’re illegal and unaccepted. If you want to risk taking a pill to get your penis hard, “ask your doctor,” but if you want to risk taking a pill to get your biceps hard, pee in this cup and turn in your locker room key.

We all have our reasons for ingesting what we ingest. We are a nation dependent upon drugs to act as an antidote to everything from our boredom and depression to our impotence and the poisoning effects of our toxic food supply. To arbitrarily single out certain drugs and certain drug users as immoral, while others skate (and profitably I might add) is a complete hypocrisy.

Hmmm. Sounds like the Rush Limbaugh defense fund.

Anil is right that Maher is finally turning his blog into a blog.

The boy off the bus

The boy off the bus
: GQ has a long and timely (thanks to the Internet) profile of Joe Trippi. Jim Treacher sends it to me, wondering whether it reveals he is an ass or the perfect subject for another West Wing — “Not that the two are mutually exclusive, I guess…”

I don’t know what to make of reports that Trippi pocketed 15 percent of Dean’s ad buy. (Has that been verified? Where did the report start? What do other campaign managers do? Anybody have the facts on this?)

It’s also too soon to know whether Trippi will be seen as the genius who changed politics forever (likely) … or the fool who wasted all of The People’s money to lose Iowa and New Hampshire and frontrunnerdom (possible) … or the victim of a bad candidate (likely). I won’t be surprised to see Dean and the Deany Babies (wasn’t that a ’60s beach band?) trying to blame Trippi.

If I were Trippi, Zach Rosen, Zephyr Teachout, Matt Gross (who’s not visble on the blog, by the way), the minute the Dean Campaign sputters to a stop, I’d set up a consulting shop to tell politicians and companies how to exploit this new bottom-up world (see below). Rather than taking the Carville path of punditry, why not make a fortune? It matter whether they were right or wrong; doesn’t matter whether Trippi is an ass; they’d make a mint.

Hanging up the hatchet

Hanging up the hatchet
: The Dean-O-Phobe is no more:

My work here is done….

[N]ot only is Dean’s nomination dead, Deanism is dead as well. By “Deanism” I don’t mean Dean’s mix of issue positions, or his novel strategy of Internet organizing (which, I hope, will become a model for Democrats in the future). What I mean by Deanism is the belief that some combination of technology and Dean’s charisma can somehow suspend all the known laws of politics, that liberals can wish away unpleasant facts about the American electorate, and that the failure to do so represents cowardice, betrayal, and the absence of principle….

Finally, John Kerry takes all the fun out of Dean-o-phobia. Indeed, if there’s anybody who could make Dean attractive, it’s Kerry….

: And elsewhere at TNR, there’s a debate pro and con on Kerry. Kaus sums it up.

Posterity

Posterity
: LiveJournalers can now get their journals made into a PDF and a book. [via WeblogHype] Kind of a neat retro idea. Sometimes, I wish I had a printout of this, just to put on the shelf. But it would take forever. Last Sunday, when I went to be on Chris Lydon’s show, I thought I might want a few posts and links and so I printed out January’s archive — and the month still had a week go to. It was 104 pages. Damn, I’m verbose. This blog would fill a shelf.