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The Daily News published an editorial yesterday that begs to be commented. In "Full Cooperation, Please", they ask from the man at the center of the Eliot Mess, Eliot Spitzer's former communications director Darren Dopp, to full cooperate with the ethics committe investigating the hows and whys of his strategy to leak Bruno's improper use of state vehicles and money. "Darren Dopp must answer under oath every question posed by the commission and must turn over every document under subpoena", they say in the editorial. "Otherwise, Spitzer will have to boot Dopp from his $175,000-a-year job."

As the editorial rightly states, Bruno did break a number of ethics rules himself. Yet Dopp was way too unimaginative, a tad 'stoopid' and equally unethical to use state troopers to uncover the GOPers wrong doing.

Should Dopp have sought the 4th estate's help with this investigation? Maybe. Yet if he had no reason to trust mainstream media to cover Bruno, wouldn't it have been prudent to seek ... ah ... let me think, think, think ... maybe the help of the state's growing 5th estate? Shouldn't a man allegedly connected to the states grassroots gone to the blogs for this kind of oppossition research?

Ahhh ... but that's what so pathetic about Mr. Dopp. He can communicate 'change' and 'populism' and 'grassrootiness' but when it comes down to it, he wouldn't know what the grassroots looked like even if it collectively bit him in the ass.

That is what's so pathetic yet so eye-opening about the whole Eliot Mess.

Had Spitzer been truly the leader of a populist and grassroots base, he wouldn't have a communications director so ensconsend in statusquoism. If Dopp had been there thanks to the grassroots, he would have had the clarity of mind to develop a statewide infrastructure "by the people" and "for the people" to have the tools necessary for exposing the corrupt political machine we call Albany.

Which is why Darren "Dopey" Dopp and other democrats like him should be nominated for Demotards of the Year.

Sometimes I wish I had gone the route of anonymous blogging so that I could really, really say what's on my mind about all the tards and turds of the Democratic Party --because, you know I already hate all republican politicians.

My dreams of anonymous blogging used to get a wettie everytime I read The Secret Diary of Steve Jobs. fakeSTEVE was outed recently but I just as soon decided to not remember his name. I didn't want to destroy the 'childlike wonder' of his anonymity (this, btw, is one of his running jokes). I'd rather believe realSTEVE would call Microsoft's Steve Ballmer SquirrelBoy or that he'd cast aspersions on open-source software activists and devotees by calling them freetards; as opposed to knowing he's some awesomely snarky writer working for Forbes.com.

Which is why I coined the neologism, demotard. So that I could give a shout out to fakeSTEVE and the freetards when I give you the political blind item of the week :

Which demotard got his manties in bunch last week because I dared to criticize an incumbent, his incumbent, because the incumbent happens to be a Democrat!

The manties wearing human excrescence went as far to use my children to attack me for not sucking up to his free lunch and his office.

The. Douchebag. Went. There.

Isn't he special?

ETYMOLOGY
Neologism created by mashing up the words Democrat and retard.

PRONUNCIATION
deh. moh.tahrd
/ˈdeːmo:tɑrd/

NOUN
demotard (plural : demotards)

1. (offensive slang) A politically challenged member of the Democratic Party who believes they can do no wrong.
2. (offensive slang) A person, usually a payrolled political operative for the Democratic Party, mentally challenged by their statusquoism.
3. (offensive slang) A dumbass on the payroll of elected Democrats who becomes disappointed and confused when progressives and renegade democrats dare to "critize their party's incumbents"

True story told by a Hungarian friend in Los Angeles:

A man owns an office building and rents out office space. A businessman comes in one day to rent some space. The owner shows him around and he loves it. Everything is perfect. There is just one thing: he needs to call in a Feng Shui expert to make sure the space is right.

A week later the businessman calls back and says, "I'm sorry, but my Feng Shui expert says there is a hill behind the building that will block good energy from flowing into the space and my business will fail if I rent this space."

So the space goes back on the market. Soon another business owner is interested. He looks at it, loves the space and is ready to rent. Just to avoid a last minute problem, the owner asks the businessman if he wants to have a Feng Shui expert look at it.

The business owner says, "Oh I already had one look at it. He says it's perfect! There is a hill behind the building that channels the good energy right into the building and my business is sure to prosper if I rent this space."

I can't picture Eliot Spitzer as a slacker or a hoodlum, but that's basically how he not only describes his student years at Harvard, but it's how he says some of his teachers described him as well.

It was an interesting moment given that, once you hear the punchline, it makes the reason for the story a bit lopsided. He was thanking the people in the room for coming to the meeting. As he was going to proceed with his speech he said something to the effect that, unless you were the kind of teenager he was on a beautiful day like that you wouldn't have shown up --and still be successful.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Much to ponder on an otherwise funny anecdote.
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... meeting the crew of Rochester Turning, shooting the shit with Azi, finally meeting hand-crusher Liz Benjamin and driving back to the city with Michael, Paul and Phillip.

Especially the driving with the guys. I laughed so hard I think I broke my Poughkeepsie.

As much as I like having access to events and people who make what we call the status quo, it takes me a while to take in all the people's faces, rants, raves, ticks and tocks; especially if I don't know them on or offline.

Let's say is my way of being polite I like to ponder all the newness in an attempt to ... believe it or not ... make no knee-jerked judgements.

But they're coming.

On the other hand, meeting my colleagues and finally putting a face to the words I have been reading for months and/or years is always an immediately welcomed treat.

With other bloggers and journalists, I do get to be judgemental right away, no filters, no holds bar. I get to unleash the bitch and the momma immediately and with no velvet rope to hold them back.