PITTSBURGH, PA-
Here at the Golden Fiddle, a colorful blue-collar tavern in Southeast Pittsburg which has served as "base camp ground zero" for political bloggers from around the country, the drinks are flowing and the crowd is cheering. Every couple of minutes or so a drunken chant will break out. "Three more months! Three more months!" The drunken bloggers are shouting with victorious fists raised, referring to the additional time afforded them to write enlightened commentary about the infamous Clinton-Obama battle.
At the end of the bar a heated argument is brewing. Jonathon Billinghamy, author of jonzpolitalkal.com slams his palm down on the wooden bar for emphasis. "Hillary won before it started!" Jonathon yells in a shrill, piercing voice. Jonathon is facing the bar. His face is strained and purple. As he pushes his glasses into place he says in an authoritive yet subdued tone "There are three extra-super delegates in her pocket." His voice getting louder, but maintaining the tone of authority, he says "Those three super-X delegates held the key to her nomination last November, and they hold the key now!" Willy Sams, who writes for WashBuzNis.Net, is not fazed. Glaring into Jonathon's ear, Willy shouts "Look at the numbers, you fucking little twerp-ass! It is mathematically impossible for Hillary to win!" Jonathon swings his open palm, as if swatting a pesky mosquito. Willy Sams grabs Jonathons shirtcollar, and the two disappear under the bar. For years, newspaper reporters have been known for crude language and violent behavior. Now in the year 2008, Willy and Jonathon are showing us that bloggers can be just as rough.
Elsewhere in the bar, the mood is more jovial. James Horton, who writes for his blog "DemFemDemz.biz" couldn't be happier. He talks about how his Average View Seconds nearly doubled, to 9.4, when he featured a video of Hillary crying after losing an early primary race. "Without Hillary, we lose that 'fem' dynamic." James looks up to the ceiling, with a thankful, joyous look on his face. "As long as Hillary is in the race you've got her emotional outbursts to write about, you've got her stone-faced bitchiness to write about, and then with Bill in the picture..." His voice trails off, and suddenly he seems lost in thought. "What has Bill said tonight?" James has that 'Eureka' look. He shakes my hand excitedly and bolts out the door.
Back at the end of the bar, Jonathon and Willy are hugging. Jonathon's shirt is torn, Willy's trademark fedora hat is nowhere to be seen. A small crowd has gathered, each person talking a little louder than the last, laughing, smiling, and raising drinks to toast Hillary's victory.
SlamBam Johnson, who declined to give his real name, struggled to articulate. "Well you know, right? I mean you write so you gotta know. Without Hillary, and Bill, we got nothing" he explains. "I mean, what's left? Two guys, one's old and white and one's young and sorta black. Don't get me wrong, there's potential there, but they mostly talk issues, and ideals. A guy just can't do a whole lot with that. But now with Hillary on top again, we've got Hillary's snide comments and jabs hidden in compliments. We've got Bill's racist comments! I mean it's like the guy just can't help himself. And all I gotta do is write it down and hit post. And I'm done for the day."
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