Here are the unbelievable words written by Chris Bowers today in OpenLeft:

"Wow, We Nominated The Black Guy".

We have a leader, and he's not a partisan and he can now end fractious intraparty fights with a word and/or a nod. His opinion really matters in a way that even Nancy Pelosi's just did not. He has control of the party apparatus, the grassroots, the money, and the messaging environment.

But now I have a suspicion.

They might have just made the Clintons even stronger.  Whoever woke up one day and thought "the party won't miss them" must have been so arrogantly stupid, so much so as to be beyond belief.  But it's either that or one really must fall back on a less simple more paranoid set of summations.

"(Obama)is attempting to completely rewrite the rules of politics, and we should try to figure out what that means for where we take our meager work."  

A lot of the bloggers seem to think they'll be pulling levers, and see that as a position of power rather than what it is: being a GOTV/ GOT$$$ / STFU cog or commanding Marshallow Peeps who aspire to being teh awesome bloggers.

I get the fact that some of the blogs have been extremely partisan even to the point of extreme and the comments are often quite vicious. Who would really want to associate with that?

But I think that there is so much effort to claim credit and relevance that these people have let it go to their heads.

I also get that when you start to seriously spend time blogging, you make a personal investment in your assessments and of course your candidates and you are straining to make it relevant.

I found Stoller's commentary entirely out of scale and beyond rational justification but that is his prerogative. It is the type of uncritical acceptance, uncritical thinking that Obama seems to attract and I am somewhat awed that what appears to be intelligent people should go all in like he did.

    One of Barack Obama's Middle East policy advisers disclosed yesterday that he had held meetings with the militant Palestinian group Hamas - prompting the likely Democratic nominee to sever all links with him.

    Robert Malley told The Times that he had been in regular contact with Hamas, which controls Gaza and is listed by the US State Department as a terrorist organisation. Such talks, he stressed, were related to his work for a conflict resolution think-tank and had no connection with his position on Mr Obama's Middle East advisory council.

And finally, there is a guy that Y.T. dubs the High Priest. He's wearing a formerly white lab coat, bearing the logo of some company in the Bay Area. He's sacked out in the back of a dead station wagon, but when Y.T. enters the area he jumps up and runs toward her in a way that she can't help but find a little threatening. But compared to these others, he seems almost like a regular, healthy, fit, demented bush-dwelling psychotic.

"You're here to pick up a suitcase, right?"

"I'm here to pick up something. I don't know what it is," she says.

He goes over to one of the dead cars, unlocks the hood, pulls out an aluminum briefcase ... "Here's your delivery," he says, striding toward her. She backs away from him instinctively.

"I understand, I understand," he says. "I'm a scary creep."

He puts it on the ground, puts his foot on it, gives it a shove. It slides across the pavement to Y.T., bouncing off the occasional rock.

"There's no big hurry on this delivery," he says. "Would you like to stay and have a drink? We've got Kool-Aid."

"I'd love to," Y.T. says, "but my diabetes is acting up real bad."

"Well, then you can just stay and be a guest of our community. We have a lot of wonderful things to tell you about. Things that could really change your life."

"Do you have anything in writing? Something I could take with me?"

"Gee, I'm afraid we don't. Why don't you stay. You seem like a really nice person."

[What about policy? Check the website!]

"Sorry, Jack, but you must be confusing me with a bimbo," Y.T. says. "Thanks for the suitcase. I'm out of here."