Tracy Flick for Blogger Queen


Eh, these awards are already fucked, and Althouse is being so mean-spirited and vindictive about the contest, I feel no guilt. Go vote for the Moderate Voice — an actual centrist blog in the centrism category, and a good blog to boot. Vote early, vote often, and vote proudly. And if you need further incentive, this should do nicely. Althouse is one of the more loathsome participants in the blogosphere, while Joe Gandelman’s Moderate Voice has long strived to help smaller blogs and inject some calm evenhandedness into the debate. Now, I’m not actually a fan of calm evenhandedness, but that’s what this award is supposed to denote, so go vote.

What Ann said:

Ooh, the great and somber Weblog Awards! Corrupted! Disserved! Or should I say disssssssssserved? What a snake I am! Ooh, organizers put time and energy into creating such a lofty institution and here I am, fooling around. Oh, noooo!

And I love the way you perceived all that after it became painfully obvious that you were losing abysmally to the the “lady” blogger your blog attacked in demeaning and dishonest terms. And now you’re all about indignant righteousness? What a laugh!

What the voice in Ann’s head is saying:

Dear Lord Jesus, I do not often speak with you and ask for things, but now, I really must insist that you help me win the election tomorrow because I deserve it and Paul Metzler doesn’t, as you well know. I realize that it was your divine hand that disqualified Tammy Metzler and now I’m asking that you go that one last mile and make sure to put me in office where I belong so that I may carry out your will on earth as it is in heaven. Amen.

What we’re all thinking:

Dear God, I know I don’t believe in you, but since I’ll be starting catholic school soon, I though I should at least practice. Let’s see. What do I want? I want Lisa to realize what a bitch she is and feel really bad and apologize for how she hurt me and know how much I still love her. In spite of everything, I still want Paul to win the election tomorrow, not that cunt Tracy. Oh, and I also want a really expensive pair of leather pants and someday, I wanna be really good friends with Madonna. Love, Tammy.

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