Wrapup: We have a new “Think Again” column, picking up on the food fight between the Washington Post‘s Dana Milbank and The Huffington Post’s Nico Pitney and the larger issues we think it raises here, and my new Nation column, “How Bold is Barack?” is here.
I did a celebratory column on Al Franken’s victory for The Daily Beast here.
Oh and I appear to have started a twitter account, here, but don’t get too excited about it yet.
My profile is http://twitter.com/Eric_Alterman — is that right? We’ll see, I guess.
“The dust that Pancho left down south/Ended up in Lefty’s mouth.”
Weekly WWOZ Pick To Click: “When The Levee Breaks” (Memphis Minnie)–Long ago, I crossed “the ultimate line” in my love for New Orleans.
Part The First: Oh, for the love of god, just shut up already. If you’re in a hole, dude, first rule is to…stop…digging. Plus, why do I believe that “crossing the ultimate line” is a good Christian euphemism for the old Southern political maxim–allegedly adhered to by, among other people, both Bill Clinton and Newt Gingrich–that “Eatin’ ain’t cheatin’.”?
Part The Second: While I am happy that former hippie love god NormColeman has exited the stage, I am not at all sanguine that Senator Franken will be much more than another slightly left-leaning Clintonian. Sixty votes is nice–it makes John (Box Turtle) Cornyn cry–but there’s now about an eight-month window to get anything done with it. Recalling Franken’s old radio program, on which threadbare Rolodex Cowboys like Norm Ornstein used to be regulars, doesn’t encourage me much, either. Neither does his quote about sixty votes not necessarily being a magic number to get things done. And my wish for LBJ to rise angrily from the dead flares anew.