DailyKos certainly doesn't need the traffic boost, and a reasonably high percentage of A2 readership is likely to stop by now and again. So we're ordinarily not inclined to call attention to "what was on Kos today." However, I do think it's interesting to notice the editorial changes since Markos has, shall we say, amplified his reach to new auditoriums.
Kos certainly had the literary power to challenge perfidous men and the bloggers who loved them uncritically, but more recently constant custodians Hunter and Armando do not fear letting their outrage show. Again, ordinarily here we don't get all that excited by outrage as a rhetorical tool--certainly not the kind that bleaches your hair as you read it. "Tubthumping, chin-jutting, Bush humping gits" isn't really an on-point attack, y'know?
But this afternoon Hunter dropped an atomic crap sandwich onto Mark Noonan at BlogsforBush. First, Noonan:
This is not the actions of a political Party engaged in seeking a majority - it is the action of a Party determined to destroy its opponents entirely and sieze all power for itself...it is, in short, the stuff from which civil wars are made... I really do urge our Democrats to step back from the edge - you are sitting in a lake of gasoline and you are playing with fire. We on our side will only put up with so much before we start to pay back with usury what we have received.
A back-against-the-wall lashing out to be sure, almost Middle Eastern in its absurd reflection of conflict reality. "You will pee rivers of blood and inhale burning fire if you invade us!" Yeah sure, Ahmed. You and your 20 60s era Soviet tanks? Me, my first reaction to such a paranoid warning is to laugh. But Hunter had had enough:
This is the world of the Republican Party, split open like a rotting pumpkin. Crime after crime after crime being investigated, all revolving around the Republican money machine. Every seed connected by the strands of money they share between them. Barely-laundered campaign money passed in the palm of every flabby handshake. Every player in boldface, underlined print in the Rolodex of every other.
And still, this same bottom-tier world of flag-waving supporters still obsessed over an extramarital sex act, but offended to the point of sad, blustering threats at the notion that crimes by gilded and worshipped Republicans are really still crimes.
Your party has set aflame the entire political landscape, and now, once burned, you warn sternly from the branches of a burnt-out tree about "playing with fire". You used the ashes of one of the great liberal cities of America, New York City, as war paint for your own sick, racist dreams. You shudder at a burning flag, yet are willing to snip-and-cut basic tenets of the Constitution as needed or convenient.
And now, you're outraged, not by any of the rest of it, not by anything that has come before, but because a few prominent Republican faces have -- shock of shocks -- been indicted in probes that have spanned years of investigation, and interrogation, and deposition. That, you say, represents the underpinnings of a civil war.
Properly indignant, would be the phrase I'd settle on. But Hunter too finishes with a warning:
I know you hate me, and anyone else who dares disturb the thin strands of alternate reality in which George W. Bush is an intellectual giant, Saddam really was responsible for 9/11, the economy is getting better by the minute, and we capture the most very important members of al Qaeda on a weekly basis.
But here's some advice. You'd better start hating me more. This is the world you forged and, unfortunately for you, I'm beginning to take a fancy for it. Welcome to the politics of your own party, finally sprouting from the ground on which you planted the seeds and shat upon them.
Step back from the edge? You poor boy, asleep in the back of the car the whole trip, finally waking up and wondering where you're at.
Swift boats. Aluminum tubes. Niger uranium. "Mushroom clouds". Whitewater.
Vince Fucking Foster.
You can't even see the edge from here. You left it behind a hundred miles back.
I'm not reprinting this because I think it's cute, but because it is a marvelously crafted overtopping of channeled anger and disgust, that rarely appears on Kos or any other blog. "Bush-humping git" isn't necessarily where I'd go to get my point across, but by God I've thought something close to it 100 times if I've done it once. And on a political level even the tone can be justifiable in response to what inspired it--I mean, really: playing the victim and warning of retributions when you're standing on a hill of sand? That's so...Democrat. It's a sign of weakness, but it's such a classically ridiculous manifestation of it that it must be answered, and answered firmly. Don't cry for me, David Drier!