Hand up your ass…and not in a good way

As your body floats down Third Street
With the burn-smell factory closing up
Yes it’s sad to say you will romanticize
All the things you’ve known before
It was not not not so great

- They Might Be Giants

Right wing bloggers discover to their horror and dismay that the Administration has never loved them for their brains:

That’s what I mean by influential. I mean, talk about a direct IV into the vein of your support. It’s a very efficient way to communicate. They regurgitate exactly and put up on their blogs what you said to them. It is something that we’ve cultivated and have really tried to put quite a bit of focus on.

Needless to say there is other good stuff here, but lets let former Bush advisor Dan Bartlett explain it all to you:

Q: Let’s think of it as a practical matter. If one of those journalists-turned-bloggers, Chris Cillizza, e-mails you to say he needs an interview, and at the same time one of the Post’s print reporters—say, Dan Balz—e-mails you and says he needs an interview, and you can do only one . . .

A: Balz.

Q: Because the print edition of the Post has more of an impact?

A: Because Balz is on multiple platforms. He’s booked more easily on television. He’s read by more people. He influences people a bit more. Now, the question might not be as much Chris versus Dan as maybe, “Is it Dan Balz or one of the guys at [the conservative blog] Power Line?”

Which would explain this:

It must be very strange to be President Bush. A man of extraordinary vision and brilliance approaching to genius, he can’t get anyone to notice. He is like a great painter or musician who is ahead of his time, and who unveils one masterpiece after another to a reception that, when not bored, is hostile.

I can’t seem to remember Dan Balz ever writing anything quite like that, at least since the days when he was dotting his "i’s" with little hearts inside of a Pee-Chee binder so, with that in mind, I would say go with the Power Line guys.

That kind of unconditional loving doesn’t come along every day…