The Dowbrigade is worried about a
friend, and wondering
if its time to start planning an intervention. This friend has lately
become obsessed and intoxicated by a highly addictive and ultimately
– American politics. He is losing his perspective, espousing kooky theories,
keeping strange hours, and running with a very disreputable crowd. Those
of us who care about him are at our wit’s end.
This friend has just been recruited by the teetering Dean machine, to
try to take their internet operation to the next level and reinvigorate
the campaign with a jolt of energy from its cybernetic roots . His
crazy leap onto the sinking SS Dean has us convinced that one of
two theories must be true. Either (theory one) our fiend’s exquisite
sense of timing in all things technological is mirrored by a previously
but equally abysmal sense of timing in things political, or (theory
two) the secret hidden cabal atop the major media conglomerates saw him
aboard the Dean campaign and yelled "Yikes!" feeling so threatened that
they decided to pull the plug on the whole Dean phenomena quick, before
it was too
My friend secretly
hopes to crack open the whole campaign from the inside out, to create
an information flow which will beget an energy flow, which will in turn
the crusty politics-as-usual asphyxiating the national political
consciousness and cutting it off from its lifeblood, the living electorate.
He wants to show the world the true potential of the internet to revolutionize
how the political
process can work in this country.
Alas, how charmingly naive. As though the vested interests and
savage winners of the multigenerational dogfight for junkyard supremacy
who rule our outlaw empire are just going to roll over and fade away
when an idealist with shiny ideas appears on the scene. It is almost
to see such a sophisticated man-about-the-blogosphere reduced
Doesn’t he know that politics in America is a sick and vicious game,
fraught with treachery and hipocrisy, more often lose-lose than win-win?
Can’t he see that he is being used as a wild-card chip in a desperate
that whether the gamble succeeds or fails he will probably be discarded
in a heartbeat when his usefulness is perceived to be waning?
friend is normally a grounded and realistic fellow. His instincts
and sense of timing in his chosen field are legendary, and the Dowbrigade
is in awe of his business acumen and highly developed bullshit detector.
as we see him being led down the garden path of American politics with
we want to yell, "Watch out, Buddy!"
Unfortunately, we doubt even a well-intentioned intervention would
help at this stage of the game. He is too far gone, too in
love with the power and illusion of the statesmen’s platform. This
developer has become a virgin again, reborn in the world of national
politics, and who can blame him for being dazzled and charmed by these
yet, seeing so clearly that his heart is bound to be broken
in their soiled and sordid game, how can we stand by and do nothing?
We guess that all we can do is watch, and try to be the best friend
we know how, ready with a sympathetic shoulder and a bit of buck-up-manship
inevitable come-down hits. And to assure him that having your
heart broken doesn’t mean you can never love again. When The
One shows up, we’ll all be virgins again.