Posted on 07/27/2010 5:01:18 PM PDT by Charles Henrickson
The KOmmies of Daily Kos are DUmmies with better press. They may be slightly more upscale--some of them even have jobs--but they are just as Looney Left. Under Head KOmmie Markos Moulitsas, DKos has cultivated the image of the cool, cutting-edge place in the blogosphere for progressive movers and shakers.
And for the past few years, they have held a "Yearly Kos" KOmmie KOnvention during the summer. They call it "Netroots Nation," but really it's more like "NUtroots Nation." All the hip, with-it KOmmies assemble at some hotel, and they bring in lots of their favorite nutcase politicians (Reid, Pelosi, Grayson, Franken) and pundits (Ed Schultz) to speak to them over several days. Whoopee! Party time! Of course there is also much frolicking and merriment in the PM.
This year's just-concluded bash was held in Las Vegas. So let's join KOmmie Adam B, "chairman of the board of directors for NN," as he looks back on the highlight of their year (the lowlight will come this November), here in this THREAD, "NN10: Leaving Las Vegas." KOmmie Adam B is in Bolshevik Red, while the commentary of your humble guest correspondent, Charles Henrickson, who sat through a long convention of a different kind in Houston earlier this month, is in the [brackets]:
NN10: Leaving Las Vegas
[Viva Las Vegas! Viva Viagra! ¡Viva la Revolución!]
Wow.
[Mao.]
I hope you were inspired.
[I hope you perspired.]
I hope you were engaged.
[I hope you are enraged.]
I suspect you're exhausted.
[I suspect you're defrosted.]
There are so many sub-conferences which take part in Netroots Nation. Of course, there's the formal calendar with its keynote sessions, panel discussions, training sessions and caucuses.
[With all those Caucusians. Me, I'm part of the GLBT Caucus--Goy Lutheran Bilingual Translators.]
There's the Exhibit Hall, an energetic world of its own.
[And the Exhibitionist Hall, where benburch hangs out. (No, not *literally*! Ewww, disturbing mental image!)]
There's the social calendar, too. . . .
[WHEEEE! Parties! Dancing! Showgirls! Showguys! Chocolate fountains! Ice sculptures! And hundreds of nerdy little leftists!]
then there's what I'd call the interstitial conference. . . .
[You would, Adam B. And you'd be the only one who knew what you meant. Was "interstitial" on your Word of the Day calendar? Most people would think you're talking about an "intestinal" conference, like it was about excreting waste material. Well, come to think of it. . . .]
I can't possibly single out one moment -- big or tweet-level -- and that's not my job.
[Do you even HAVE a job?]
more than any other conference we've run, this was a *progressive* conference more than it was a Democratic conference.
["Progressive," good. "Democratic," bad.]
Yes, party leaders and office seekers were there, but this felt more like a conference about progressive ideas and building our progressive movement (and obtaining progressive policy victories) than it was about the electoral process.
[Don't kid yourself, Adam B. Those Democrat hack politicians were there to lock up your votes once again, not because they care about your "progressive ideas." They just want to make you FEEL like you're important to them.]
As chairman of the board of directors for NN, I need to know what you think.
[Oooh! "Chairman of the board of directors for NN"! I'm impressed. In other words, you're Head KOmmie Kos's little lackey--kind of like EarlG is to Skinner, in the parallel universe of DUmmieland.]
So tell us stories about your Netroots Nation experience.
[Once upon a time, there lived a bunch of looney little leftists who left their basements and trekked out into the desert at the hottest time of the year. They sat among themselves in a big hotel and pretended they were the most important people on earth. Everyone else in the land laughed at them, but they could not hear the laughing, because they were too busy listening to sleazy politicians and pundits who needed to fawn all over them in order to keep their jobs. The looney little leftists sat for hours on end, on their ends, and then in the evenings they got up and ate from chocolate fountains and boogied the night away. It was a magical time. . . .]
To give you an idea -- from your feedback last year, we added karaoke this year.
[KOmmie Karaoke! Yes! Off-key renderings of "Imagine" and "Sweet Caroline" till your ears bleed!]
and to make sure the schedule was more endurable overall.
[11:00 a.m. Singing of "The Internationale" . . . 11:05 Opening Incantation . . . 11:10 Speaker . . . 11:30 Lunch . . . 3:45 Speaker . . . 3:50 Chakra Release . . . 3:55 Closing Rant . . . 4:00 PAR-TEEEEEE!!!]
Thanks again. You each make our conference, and our movement, what it is.
[Intestinal?]
Now why would you say that?
Don’t forget the opportunities for Progressive butt sniffing.
I’m no Brad Pitt, but DAMN those be some ugly people—a womany man, and a manly woman.
“Republicans for Voldemort”—you know, that kind of says everything that need be said about libbie politics. An unfunny joke...and even if it raised a grin, this wuss paid to have it on a t-shirt. Who is he trying to impress—the rest of the manchildren? Or the angry Grrrls who fear men or are lesbians?
That photo cries out for a caption. Like “We’re DUffinitely bored stiff!”
You cheat Charles, you always pick off the juiciest (yech) benburch moments right up front, leaving nothing to all us snipers..........
Feel the diversity...of complete and utter boredom.
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