Democracy Guy gets it (sort of):
There may, in fact, be some mystery anti-gay neanderthal electorate that abracadabra showed up at the polls who otherwise would have not, but it certainly was small, indeed would have been dwarfed by the higher turnout in general, and simply would not have affected the election to the tune of 120,000 votes, which is double the margin by which Clinton won the state in 1992. Such voters were a ripple in the overall tide that moved the undecided electorate in 2004. We lost Ohio for the same reason we lost the election nationally….security. Not because of some Rove-ian magic wand.
It’s a shame that the Democratic Party hasn’t got more sane (and vocal) members like this, people who don’t suffer from Bush Derangement Syndrome. Unfortunately, the Dems have been following the lead of the big-time lefty bloggers. Hugh Hewitt’s metaphor of water pipes made of lead or copper illustrates the problem:
The blogosphere is a vast set of information pipes, like water pipes, providing the stuff information/news junkies find essential. The old plumbing is still out there –newspapers, television, radio– but the blogs have dramatically increased the volume of the information flow.
What [Howard] Dean hints at is that the left side of the blogosphere’s pipes have a problem. They are made of lead. They are in fact poisoning the information they are distributing, and the consequence is the slow poisoning of the Democratic Party.
Read the whole thing.
Hat tip: Brewed Fresh Daily
Paul at Wizbang beat me to it, so I’ll delete my draft post about the different reactions to the tsunami among politically vocal bloggers with high traffic. We conservatives sure are heartless troglodytes, aren’t we?
In an article just published by The Sentinel (a conservative publication at Ohio State University), conservative student columnist Stephen Dronen relates his encounter with volunteers conducting a Democrat voter registration drive … and his resulting experiment in liberal-baiting.
I took to the streets to see if my appearance had any bearing on their action. First dressing as I normally do; dressed in a pair of khaki chinos, a light blue Oxford, and a pair of brown Doc Martin�s, I entered the hostile territory. Not to my surprise, I walked right past the activists amidst a haze of “Stop the Bush Imperialists”, “No Blood for Oil”, and “Not My President”! It was as if they didn�t even see me.
The first phase of my testing was complete; they had failed to approach me during three opportunities. Enter phase two: undercover. Garbed in a borrowed Pearl Jam t-shirt, a set of torn jeans, a pair of Birkenstocks, some thick rimmed “emo” glasses, and the quintessential hemp jewelry, I returned to the scene of the crime. It is amazing how different the experience was, as I was double teamed from the second I entered the intersection where two hours earlier the same people failed to realize I was even in their presence.
It’s an entertaining read, so help yourself.
Hat tip: The Open End
Aw, shucks. Here we’ve gone ‘n won the ‘lection, and somebody done already let the cat outta the bag. Cain’t nobody keep secrets no more?