I realize I am coming in on this a little late, but I have a day job which, Mr. or Ms. Anonymous Secret Spokesperson, is getting harder and harder to keep because the White House is too busy breaking election promises, waffling on health care, and stalling on Afghanistan to come back to "Main Street" and face the cold hard fact that things ain’t so good down here.

But, I digress.

Actually, Mr. or Ms. Anonymous Secret Spokesperson (Mr. or Ms. ASS for short),

I don’t write in my pajamas. And I don’t sell my soul to be on the TeeVee and hang out with all those low-wattage media bulbs who show up on our flat screens at all hours so we can all be amazed at how well they can curry favor with the corrupt and powerful. I don’t sell my soul so I can be seen on the small screen patting myself on the back for how wonderful and in-the-know I am. And, Mr. or Ms. ASS, I also don’t dress in my fancy expensive clothes that I buy on my vulgarly large taxpayer-paid salary and parade my fine self on Pennsylvania Avenue, strutting along looking like someone shoved a cob up my ass.

I’m one of the unfortunates. One of those people who have to buy their clothes off the rack, and on sale, and go to a day job in an unglamorous town. You know: one of those people you folks just turn your noses up at.

But again, I digress.

So, tell me, Mr. or Ms. ASS: What’s your beef with bloggers, anyway? Do you not like them because they don’t have some fancy degree from some Ivy League school? Do you not like them because blogs are proving over and over again that some of the "common" people in this country–the ones who prior to blogs had no way to make themselves heard–are capable of logical, rational, complex and intelligent thought and aren’t afraid to call you out on some of the bogus bullsh*t you try sell? Or maybe you don’t like bloggers because they don’t listen mindlessly, without thought or analysis, to the voices in the echo chamber. Voices like, say, Chris Matthews, who consistently looks down his nose at bloggers, and whose main claim to fame is that he can talk louder than anyone, and talk over anyone, anytime he wants, whether he’s full of crap or not, because he’s "Mr. Hard Balls".

Here’s the deal, Mr. or Ms. ASS: Blogging, like the Internet (or "Internets", as it is called by one of those guys who wears a suit to work and used to hang out inside the Beltway), is here to stay. Because people are tired of being force fed crap from people like you via the mainstream media. Because people are tired of being given carefully selected tidbits of information that heretofore could not be fact checked and cross referenced. Because people are tired of elitist political types like you. Political types who have an overinflated opinion of themselves and their importance on this planet, and who curry their own kind of favor by mindlessly taking orders to "go out and leak this".

One of these days, Mr. or Ms. ASS, you and your bosses are going to learn that it’s not what you’re wearing that matters, but how much productive gray matter there is between your ears. There are smart people in the blogosphere, no matter what they wear to write in. Some of them a lot smarter than you.

And maybe that’s the real problem. Maybe it’s got nothing to do with pajamas at all. Maybe the real problem you have with bloggers is that they give you serious heartburn. Maybe the real problem you have with bloggers is that they are hell-bent to hold you accountable for your words and your own actions, and that they have a forum in which to do it. Or, maybe it’s just because they give you a whole other reason to do what you do best: Spend your time with your butt in the air and your head in the sand, being afraid.

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