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But during Clinton's breakout session with bloggers Saturday, she was not asked a single question about her vote to authorize the Iraq war or her plans for withdrawing troops. The questions, instead, had all the noncombative flair of an upstate New Hampshire town hall meeting
No matter how much Michael Scherer and other automatons insist otherwise, the herd found at mega-blogs like DKos are not "the liberal blogosphere." Rather, they are Democratic Party operatives, plain & simple - robots whose collective identity is rooted in a troubling denial of the role the Democratic Party has played - and continues to play *daily* - in the systematic dismantling of The Constitution.
Like the Beltway media establishment they routinely criticize as a bunch of toothless sycophants cozying up to power, the "Kossacks" are themselves jokes who just want to be players regardless of the game. Fuck 'em all. Raw. Along with the rest of the Democratic Blogosphere which can always find a way to balance their indignation over any betrayal - whether war crimes, torture, blatantly illegal surveillance or Nancy Pelosi's *tireless* complicity in the crimes of George W. Bush - with weak-kneed rationalizations and even more party loyalty.
If anyone wonders why the Democratic Party is itself completely devoid of anything resembling principle, look no further than the fuckwits at DailyKOS and the rest of the Democratic blogosphere. The same people who talk about a Progressive Movement which doesn't even exist. A bunch of like-minded parrots talking to each other can't be equated with a movement. (Clue: Movements actually move.)
This as good a time as any to show the Dem Faithful some gratitude for their invaluable assistance in perpetuating the theatrical, well-oiled bullshit that passes for political representation. Thanks a million for the status quo, you Stockholm syndrome-afflicted, candy-ass motherfuckers. Although you'll never be players you aspire to be, for cheap violins, you hold up exceedingly well.
