By Shawn Macomber on 6.13.06 @ 12:07AM
If the dreary Yearly Kos convention is any indication, who could possibly care if what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?
LAS VEGAS, Nevada -- As I listened to a group of twenty or so
Kossacks (slang for devotees of the Daily Kos website) argue over
the three "L"s of the Bush presidency, eventually determined to be
"Liar," "Louse" and "Lawbreaker in Chief" -- the third "L" was
tough to tease out, but the committee persevered -- at this
weekend's much-heralded Yearly Kos convention, I could hear Mr.
Valerie Plame's voice interrupted intermittently by raucous
applause at a panel discussion of the CIA leak investigation in the
next room.
As tempting as the opportunity to watch the ongoing
beatification process for Joseph Wilson continue unabated -- later
that day Barbara Boxer would spend a quarter of her speaking time
heaping stunningly excessive praise on the former ambassador -- I
already have a working familiarity with the story and other reporters
had already permeated every porous crevasse of that particular
bedrock. Since a good deal of the hype surrounding Yearly Kos was
based on the idea of establishing Internet bloggers as flesh and
blood human beings who could make a splash in the real as well as
electronic world, I opted to attend one of the roundtable sessions
instead.
I wanted to get inside the heads of people who would eagerly
accept retired NATO Supreme Commander Wesley Clark's inclusion on
the Championing Science panel, while Arianna Huffington held down
the National Security discussion, redefining the word "banal" and
the phrase "about as deep as a spoon" -- did you know they didn't
find any WMDs in Iraq? -- along the way.
Sure, I'd read the bumper stickers and buttons -- Impeach Bush.
End the Occupation in Iraq. Kicking Ass for the Working Class. Dump
Joe (As in Joe Lieberman, former vice-presidential candidate,
current personification of all evil in Kosland. Buttons showing
Bush kissing Lieberman were ubiquitous), Iraq is Arabic for
Vietnam, Capitalism is Organized Crime, etc. -- but the left enjoys
few things more than smugly explaining how their "nuanced" message
doesn't fit on bumper stickers. So I thought I might as well go
directly to these consumers of anti-consumerism to get the real
skinny on how they viewed the world.
Without putting too fine a point on things, many of them view it
entirely through the prism of the blogosphere. The roundtable I
attended began with a fifteen-minute debate as to whether holding
the discussion in an "exclusive" -- i.e. real world -- locale
didn't trample on the supposed unimpeachable blogger value of
openness by locking out Daily Kos's other 90,000 registered users.
Perhaps they should all pull out their laptops and hold the
roundtable in the "inclusive" live blogging world? Finally someone
pointed out the obvious: They hadn't flown to Las Vegas to
spend the weekend online. A young man forlornly stowed his
computer, the "Talk Nerdy to Me" sticker festooned on the front
disappearing with it.
THINGS BEGAN PROMISINGLY ENOUGH with a short argument over the need
to sometimes subvert "Berkeley-style ideological purity" with its
"circular firing squads" for big tent election wins. Before long,
however, the session had descended into a discussion not of the
latest news or political stratagems, but of the technical minutiae
of the complex algorithms used, as I understand it, to determine
how a poster's diary can become a "featured" or "recommended"
selection.
This led to lengthy, sometimes heated discussions over whether
"mojo," part of online popularity ranking of diaries, apparently,
was being created and distributed fairly by the overlords of
Kosland in a fair way? "Is there any way to set up a virtual
stoning of trolls uninterested in our ideas or would that stifle
debate among those of us who want to be here?" a middle-aged woman
asked, making engagement in the Daily Kos community sound sort of
like a video game pitting people-powered mojo warriors against evil
trolls. When Howard Dean made a reference in his speech to kicking
trolls off websites the next morning, despite the knowledge that
"trolls" in this context are malevolent commenters, it still seemed
wholly surreal.
When in the waning minutes of the roundtable the conversation
veered back towards politics with a question about ways to oppose
the drat right-wing noise machine drowning out progressive voices,
one Kossack promised to fly to Aruba, fake his wife's kidnapping
and when the media showed up, put his son on to say, "Sure I miss
my mom, but what I really miss is the freedoms we used to enjoy in
the United States of America."
Now, since during his Thursday evening welcome address cartoonist Tom
Tomorrow suggested those who write for those publications
ensconced within the Vast Right-wing Conspiracy have severely
malformed irony detectors, I suppose I should add a disclaimer: I
understand this was a joke. What I don't understand is how a
roomful of people who believe they must organize now against
imminent jackboot fascism before it is too late can gather at a
political conference and spend the majority of their time making
jokes and talking about how to get more traffic to their web
postings.
TOWARDS THE END OF THE HOUR two actual current events were
discussed: Immigration and the death of Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. The
prompt question about the former was, "Do we really need our own
solution on immigration or is it enough to point out that the
Republicans are falling over their feet on this one?" Short answer:
No. "They divide the American people every day," one woman sniffed.
"Let them see how they like being divided for a while." As for the
latter, no one dissented when a man scoffed, "If Zarqawi was so
important why did we drop two 500 pound bombs on his head? Why not
capture him and put him on trial? We just wanted to kill him before
the Iraqis got to him and everyone found out he was a nobody, a
hoax cooked up by the Bushies."
And then it was over and time to head to the next session.
"Live blogging is exhausting," one of the session attendees
yawned as he interlocked his fingers and cracked his knuckles. "I'm
going to have to ice my fingers after this weekend."
"Really?" a young woman asked. "This is nothing for me."
Welcome to the netroots, son. You just got schooled at Yearly
Kos 2006!
topics:
Law, Iraq, NATO, Fascism, Immigration