…with his offensive and vile brand of filth! Here’s the audio from my appearance on yesterday’s Rick Jensen Show.
Posted by Mike Matthews in Personal at 11:53 PM PDT
July 3rd, 2008
Mike Matthews takes WDEL hostage…
Shout-out to Sens. Amick, Blevins, Cloutier, Conner, Cook, DeLuca, Henry, Marshall, and McDowell
I bet you all feel like shit, don’t you? Well, maybe not you, Sen. McDowell. Wait for the booze to burn off and then maybe you’ll feel something other than the bar floor.
So, HOW YOU DOIN’?
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 11:26 PM PDT
This could have casualties
Head on over to Hube’s place at The Colossus of Rhodey. He has an exclusive photo of a sign that went up in Sen. Cathy Cloutier’s district. I heard about this sign prior to going on-air with Rick Jensen yesterday and was waiting for the inevitable photo that would pop up.
I have a feeling this issue could play out in the long run and affect Sen. Cloutier’s chances of re-election in 2010. As big as that sign is and it being at a VERY heavily trafficked location, this could have maximum impact on public opinion in that district.
Yikes!
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 11:17 PM PDT
Rasputia says, “I’m gonna knock a bitch out!”
July 2nd, 2008
The rumors are true
Yeah, yeah. Apparently someone at WDEL found out I got a super-hot interview with Lt. Gov. John Carney last night. As Allan Loudell has reported, the Carney campaign seems to be resistant to interview requests with eminent domain being the subject. Good thing I was lazily relaxing at home last night and was able to take Mr. Carney up on his offer for a “free” meal and some political chat.
Anyhow, WDEL wants me in ways that no one can imagine. I’ll be on with Rick Jensen from 1-4 today. Stream it here.
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 9:30 AM PDT
Go-to eminent domain blog-guide
Looking for a primer on the blog coverage of the eminent domain issue?
Awesome work, Steve!
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 8:26 AM PDT
July 1st, 2008
John Carney, Part Deux
The time: 7:05 pm. The place: Mother’s Den. Perusing Delaware Online, I came upon an article (more like a fuckin’ press release, which makes me question the Journal’s guidelines for reporting “news”) detailing a “free” dinner at Bancroft Elementary School in Wilmington hosted by Lt. Gov. John Carney. The problem? The dinner started at 6 pm. Within 30 seconds of reading the story I had my camera in hand and was in my pick-up heading downtown. Google Maps told me it would take roughly 10 minutes to get there. I hesitantly parked my beast in a not-so-pleasant part of town and walked into the school, surrounded by generic Carney-for-Governor campaign signs as well as “prettier” hand-drawn signs reading “We heart John” and “(Picture of Donkey) endorsed John Carney!”
Dressed in a Big Dogs t-shirt and a nasty pair of shorts, I stood in the back waiting for my chance to follow up with Lt. Gov Carney on the issue of the eminent domain bill from last night. I waited through about half-an-hour of questions from a mostly Black audience that was wholly engaged in what the lieutenant governor was saying. I, myself, was impressed. Aside from the too-frequent times Carney cut-off questioners and his annoying penchant for providing answers to questions that weren’t even asked, he seemed truly engaged in the issues and totally comfortable answering some of the pointed questions. He’s definitely a politician, though. He has a tendency to prattle on with no end in sight and should really work on containing his answers to many of these questions within the confines of an egg timer.
While standing in the back waiting my turn, I became aware that my presence wasn’t appreciated. I think the camera was a dead giveaway. I won’t say anything other than I wasn’t welcomed. But I did stay. I approached Lt. Gov. Carney, who took lots of time after the meeting to speak with potential voters, and he nervously asked me “Again?” referring, no doubt, to my ambush of him at Legislative Hall last night.
I had the camera queued and was ready to go. I decided to try a new tack, though. I decided to use honey rather than vinegar to get Carney to answer my questions. Click the link below and you’ll be transported to the video. Sorry it’s not YouTube. Here goes:
Post-mortem: I’m going to be honest. I could have been an asshole, which would have been a lot more entertaining. I could have ambushed the lieutenant governor. But it didn’t work last night and it certainly wouldn’t work tonight. The problem with doing an interview in this fashion is I realized I only had about 5 minutes of memory card, but I could’ve asked him 20 minutes worth of questions. Another problem presents itself because I didn’t have any questions written down and I was thinking of follow-ups as Carney was speaking. Inevitably, many of the things I would have liked to ask got pushed to the side due to obvious time constraints and the lack of my brain to be able to keep up with my addled thoughts. Either way, I wasn’t terribly impressed with Carney’s answer re: “Well, it’s never been used before, so why do we need a law.” I wanted to call him out on that but the conversation progressed in another direction and I was unable to remember that question.
Of course, this is DWA and I had to end the interview on a ridiculous, light note. Please leave comments. Video isn’t exactly my thing, but it’s something I’d definitely like to integrate more.
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 9:32 PM PDT
CLEVER, CLEVER POLITICIANS
Ruthy’s ‘hit for the team’ play on eminent domain to save her boy Carney’s butt, the Jane Brady deal to get Boy Biden into office, the SEU organization formed for the sole purpose of lining a few politicians’ pockets; they’re all clever. But I think its more than political ambition and personal wealth accumulation through tax funded schemes.
I think these clever political games are also a symptom of the insecure and incompetent. We have hospitals where patients stand a greater chance of getting raped than in prison; we have roadway projects where $60 million dollar piles of dirt are put in the wrong place; we have connected relatives embezzling state monies.
I think the clever ploys used are more to prove to themselves that they can accomplish something. Its an affirmation of their self-worth that is properly self-doubted. We have a host of politicians who have done nothing with their lives and careers that hasn’t been tax funded. They’ve never run a business, or practiced a profession. They’ve never had to meet a bottom line. They’ve never had to concern themselves with a true budget, because the taxpayer always has more.
Dear God people. Please elect someone to office who’s done more with his life than run a campaign. We do not need another ‘clever’ Minner in office. We’ll get ‘clevered’ to the poorhouse.
Posted by Intercourse in General at 7:05 PM PDT
Sens. Cloutier and Connor’s “No” votes: “The unions got to them”
My two sources from last night told me the reason Sens. Cloutier and Connor voted “No” on the override of Governor Minner’s is because they’ve pretty much been bought by the unions. Not with cold hard cash. But with the guarantee to deliver elections for the two of them as long as they’d like.
My two sources were totally independent and when I heard the word “unions” from the second source, I knew right then there was a story here. Sen. Cloutier doesn’t even live in a damn union district, but she was vulnerable in 2006’s election against Democrat Pat Morrision. My theory is the unions went to Cloutier with an offer of not supporting the Democrat candidate if they could get a sure thing in Cloutier.
I guess we can chalk this up as a “Phony vote” from these two lovely ladies. I mean, they voted “Yes” on the initial bill, but obviously felt their allegiances lie with the unions and not their constituents.
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 10:05 AM PDT
Who is she wearing?
If you remember, I did a totally ridiculous fashion review at last year’s close of session.
I got Rep. Melanie George Marshall on the record and asked her who she was wearing last night. Can you believe she had no clue? I asked her if it was JC Penney. She replied something about Lord and Taylor.
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 9:44 AM PDT
Sen. Cathy Cloutier runs away from Mike Matthews!
I’ve generally been quite friendly with the fine Senator of the Naamans Road area. But when I asked her why she voted no to override the governor’s eminent domain veto, homegirl ran away.
Gaffe of the night: As she’s running away, I refer to her as Sen. Connor. Connor is the other GOP-lady who voted no on the veto override. So confusing keeping those ladies in order!
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 9:25 AM PDT
John Carney ignores me on eminent domain questions
Well, not completely ignores me. He does rebuff me by telling me “I’m talking to someone.” My reply? “No, sir, I asked you a question BEFORE you started talking to him.” Like a good guerilla journalist, I follow up by saying “Thank You” for such a short, revealing interview.
He’s pathetic. But, it is his turn!
Quality sucks. Get over it.
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 9:21 AM PDT
June 30th, 2008
Eminent Domain veto won’t be overriden
That’s what I’m hearing from one legislator. I’m told the override won’t even be considered tonight. Let’s hope some protest does the trick!
Update: The Senate has voted to suspend the rules. City of Wilmington Chief of Staff Bill Montgomery is making the case for the city on why takining peoples’ property is a good thing. Maybe there is a glimmer of hope.
Update II: In the end it was two Republicans who went against the will of the people. We knew a few Democrats would come out in support of Minner’s veto, but who would have thought Sens. Dori Connor and Cathy Cloutier would vote no on th bill to override the governor’s veto?
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 4:31 PM PDT
Will you be there?
I will. Look for me. Yellow IZOD shirt, black slacks, fat.
Legislative Hall today for the final night of session. Should be fun. I’ll be there around 3 pm.
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 10:19 AM PDT
June 29th, 2008
Striking similarities!
Tyler Nixon is running to dethrone 4th District Rep. Gerald Brady. Nixon has had his placeholder site up for months now.
Gerry Brady’s finally got some content going. Notice anything similar between the two sites? In particular, the images used?
Who says imitation isn’t the sincerest form of flattery?
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 6:49 PM PDT
GAMING THE SYSTEM: THE FIX WAS IN WEEKS AGO
Two anonymous, very reliable sources have informed me that the fix was in weeks ago on the eminent domain bill. The truth is the House and Senate knew the bill would be vetoed and decided to pass it pretty much unanimously anyway. If they all passed the bill they could be seen as heroes to the thousands of Delawareans who wanted to see it go through.
Then Aunt Roofie Ann Minner would veto it and everyone (mostly the pro-union Dems.) would be happy because it would mean the money-interests in the development lobby would be satisfied. What I’m told is that there’s not chance in hell for an override to be passed because it would have to be entered on the record at least 24 hours PRIOR to being voted on. The last day of the session is tomorrow. My guess is a suspension of rules would have to take place and I’m not sure enough legislators actually give a damn about this to do that.
So, the fix was in weeks ago. Minner vetoed the bill when she did because had she done so earlier in the week it could have been brought up for a vote in good time.
Sorry to say that Ed Osborne and the rest of the citizens of Delaware were gamed on this one. Chalk this one up to the pro-development thugs who’ve been eating at this state for the past decade.
For more, check out Tyler Nixon’s great comment at Delaware Liberal.
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 5:34 PM PDT
I always knew Cindy McCain was a robot
Cindy McCain robot gets new head
Posted by Mike Matthews in Dumb stuff at 4:47 PM PDT
Join Us in Legislative Hall tomorrow
Let’s have some fun. From Ed Osborne via John Flaherty’s email list:
Citizens for Private Property Rights
For immediate release: June 28, 2008
contact: Ed Osborne 302-658-0377302-723-1488
ozzi@osbornesauto.comOVERRIDE THE GOVERNOR’S VETO
PROTECT PRIVATE PROPERTY RIGHTSYesterday, despite overwhelming support by the Delaware legislature, Governor Minner vetoed Senate Bill 245 - a bill to protect your property rights from eminent domain abuse.
Concerned citizens from throughout Delaware will travel to Legislative Hall, Dover, on Monday afternoon to show support for and solidarity with, business and property owners who have fought for over a year to protect your property from being given to developers.
Please join us in Dover on Monday afternoon as we try to get the legislature to override the Governor’s veto.
Free bus transportation will be provided.
We need to have a head count by no later than 7:00 pm Sunday, June 29.
Call Ed Osborne, 302-658-0377 or 302-723-1488 to reserve your seat on the bus to Legislative Hall, Dover.
3: 45 pm The bus will depart the Crossroads Shopping Center, Route 9, New Castle Ave., (park near the laundromat).
4:30 pm The bus will depart the Christiana Mall Park and Ride, north of the old Strawbridge’s Store
8:30 pm. Bus will arrive back in Wilmington.
Please bring a photo identification so that you can enter Legislative Hall to lobby the legislators.
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 9:21 AM PDT
People Suck, Dogs Rule
About five years ago, we adopted our first dog, Maggie. I never really had pets when I was a kid. Well, that’s not completely true. We had a small, black cocker spaniel/French poodle puppy for five minutes (I think they’re now they’re called Cockapoos, but I don’t like that name because it conjures up pornographic images). His name was Zola, short for my dad’s favorite cheese, gorgonzola. I wish I was kidding. Zola was only with us for a few days because my obsessive-compulsive mother wasn’t down with the housebreaking thing so she gave him away while we were in school one day (though the official story – which my sister and I bought hook, line and sinker – was that he had been ‘sent to obedience school’). We also had a parakeet for a few years, but that doesn’t really count.
Anyway, I was never a big fan of dogs before I got Maggie. They kind of skeeved me, to be honest. In fact, the only reason I begrudgingly agreed to get a dog was because Mat wanted one and I thought that every little boy should have a dog at some point in his life (he may be a towering 6’3” now, but he was still little at 12 years old…or at least slightly shorter than me). So, off we went to the SPCA where I saw any number of acceptable small dogs, but Mat saw Maggie (a lab/pit mix) and decided that she was the one. It took me about 24 hours to completely fall in love with Maggie and commit my life to making her happy. I vividly remember my friend, Brett, telling me “Don, you’ll see, one day you’re going to like dogs more than you like people”. I thought he was crazy. Turns out he wasn’t.
In the interest of full disclosure, I should probably tell you that my mood is being influenced by a couple of things. First, this is PMS week (or as Mat likes to call it, Shark Week) which means that a simple ‘Good morning!’ from Jack could be met with an attack. Second, I am in the throes of a war with summer. I declared a jihad on my astronomical electric bills and have refused to turn on the air conditioner for the past few weeks. Summer has been trying to break me ever since, but I’m holding my own. There have been some very nasty skirmishes, but I have not relented. I almost buckled the night before last, but, with sweat running down my back, I opened my electric bill and it was only $120 – that’s electric AND gas. It’s usually between $250-300 this time of year. That totally reinvigorated the troops, so the battle continues. Anyway, I’m cranky and I’m hot (and not in the good way), so maybe I’m overreacting a bit, but I think I might hate almost everyone.
Last night, I went to visit a friend who had had a particularly difficult C-section earlier in the day during the course of which the anesthesiologist administered a spinal tap that traveled all the way to her neck instead of just to her mid-back (yikes!). It caused some very scary moments in the delivery room and several very difficult hours in high-risk unit of the maternity ward where my friend had difficulty seeing, hearing, breathing, keeping food down and keeping her heart rate normal. She couldn’t even hold her baby. She was scared and sick and, well, pathetic, but her nurse could not have cared less. She was a nasty, heartless, cold witch of a woman with a perpetual scowl on her face. Seriously, if you can’t even freaking be remotely warm and nurturing to a sick person, maybe you shouldn’t be a nurse.
Tonight, Jack and I went to Borders (Christiana). When we got there, we noticed that someone had left their lights on. I took the time to memorize the license plate number and went to the information desk to ask the stoners there if they could maybe make an announcement about it. You’d have thought I had asked them to explain quantum physics to me. They just kind of stared at me then started consulting with each other on how to magically make the voice come through the speakers.
Stoner #1: ‘Uh…I don’t know, man, do you think we could do it with the intercom?’
Stoner #2: ‘Uh…I don’t know, dude. Maybe.’
Stoner #1: ‘Huh-huh-huh’ (stupid pothead laugh)
Stoner #2: ‘Uhhh’ (stupid pothead thought)
I walked away in an effort to keep my lady-rage in check and to prevent an outburst that may have caused a scene. I assumed they would somehow figure out the magically mysterious intercom system, but, alas, they didn’t because no announcement ever came. I guess they just couldn’t be bothered. It’s not like it was something important like their car.
Those are just two examples of the shitheads I have encountered in just the past two days. I think I could handle it a little bit better if I had at least had the pleasure of experiencing even one random act of kindness to offset them, but, no, no, that would be asking way too much of the universe. I know that neither of those incidents is really all that awful in the grand scheme of things, but I think they speak volumes about the fact that almost no one puts any value on good customer service anymore. It also says a lot about the state of our society as a whole – lazy, rude and inconsiderate are now replacing hard-working, polite and thoughtful. What’s wrong with people? Why isn’t anyone willing to have a pleasant attitude at work, occasionally take a moment to do something kind for someone, or even just be a decent human being?
Brett was so right. I like dogs way more than people.
Posted by Dominique in General at 1:00 AM PDT
June 28th, 2008
What the hell is she thinking and who the hell pays her salary?
Gov. Minner gone wild; vetoes eminent domain bill.
Question: The bill was approved in the house 38-0 and the Senate 18-1. Isn’t that a veto-proof vote? Again, I’m often a moron on some of these issues, but does the two-thirds-majority thingie only apply to Congress? Can’t this veto be overridden somehow?
I’ve got calls into both the Carney and Markell camps for a response to this. No one picked up at Carney’s. I left a message with a Markell staffer who said he’d be looking for a response and would get back to me ASAP.
Update: In less than an hour I got a response from the Markell camp. Press guru Joe Rogalsky reports that Markell would have instantly signed this legislation because “he believes in protecting Delaware homeowners and businessowners.” From a presser two weeks ago:
“The protection of private property from government seizure is one of the fundamental principles that our country was founded on,” Markell said. “Delawareans who have built homes and businesses should not have to live in fear that one day their local government will order them to sell their homes and businesses so the government can turn the land over to a private developer. Delaware will be better off when this bill becomes law.”
To be fair, I guess it would be a good idea to leave a message on Carney’s voicemail as much as I hate doing so.
Update II: I’m receiving word that this bill was vetoed at the behest of former State Rep. Joe DiPinto, who is now a big player in development circles. My source is pretty damn solid. Of course, it is better to be read than to be right, so I could be wrong. I’m a confident lad, though.
Update III: From Dana Garrett at Delaware Watch on a protest to be held at Legislative Hall on Monday:Buses will depart on Monday night from the Christiana Mall Park & ride at 4:00 PM and will return at 8:00 PM. People are asked to call Ed Osborne at 302.636.0450 if the are able to make a firm commitment to attend.
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 6:33 PM PDT
Anatomy of a public television discussion
Dear Diary:
The email came mid-day Tuesday. I arose from the coach which was providing suitable comfort for a mid-afternoon nap. Looking over the back of said piece of furniture, I noticed I had a new message in my Gmail browser. The message was via my “Contact Form” feature in the upper-left corner of the blog. The message had arrived eight minutes earlier. A producer from WHYY’s “Delaware Tonight” asked if I’d be interested in appearing on a panel discussion on Friday evening. Being the media whore that I am, I phoned this producer and offered an emphatic “Yes!”
Producer informed me there’d be two other guests along with the host. I wondered who these guests would be. I didn’t want to ask for fear of being rebuffed (Yeah, right. When is your fearless blogger ever afraid?) She informed me she’d call me on Thursday to complete a pre-interview.
Thursday arrived and I awaited her phone call anxiously. She asked me several questions, most wondering why I am the way I am and why I’m such a wonderful person. OK, not really. Questions on her mind revolved around the legitimacy of bloggers and the medium as a whole. Did I see myself as influential? (”Umm…no”) Is the language I use a good thing? (”Ummm…yes”) Do you see blogs as having an effect on the political process? (”Umm…maybe”) After asking, she confirmed I would have to dress respectably. For me this means ensuring no stains on my shirt and properly combed hair. It also means I’d have to whip out my five-year-old suit. Ugh. In the past five years I’ve gained and lost 50 pounds. Lately it seems that 50 pounds has fallen on the “gained” side. I was not looking forward to Friday.
I took the dreaded suit out of its nice-and-neat plastic wrapping from the dry cleaners. I think I last wore this thing to a funeral or a job interview several years ago. I’m so friggin’ huge I didn’t know if I’d be able to fit only one leg into the pair of pants! Alas, it wasn’t the pants I had to worry about. They fit fine. It was the garish yellow shirt that was about two sizes too small and that hideous jacket that wouldn’t button that turned out to cause me worries. I was busting at the seams. My man-boobies were ready to pounce at any moment and I wondered if a quick Saran Wrap-wrap would do the trick. I took off my undershirt, rushed downstairs and got out the plastic stuff. I immediately began a wrap of my man-bosoms I left this on for all of five minutes; I soon found out I was sweating so profusely that I was beginning to marinate in the wet nastiness forming around my torso. I wanted to go back to the kitchen, grab the turkey baster and suck up all the salty juiciness. The Saran Wrap had to go. And it did.
I made do with two too-tight undershirts to help compress my man-titties. Though compression was achieved for the most part, my feelings about stepping outside into the oppressive heat in a car with no air conditioning made for little relief. The time: 4:30. I was to be in studio no later than 5:15. I quickly and carelessly put on my tie and decided to sit down so I could cool off just a bit. A big man exerting lots of energy in short periods of time is a recipe for disaster. The only recipe I could think of, though, was the bowl of avocado, mango, and crabmeat to be topped on a crunchy piece of Belgian endive. Leftovers from dinner the other night. I dug in. Dammit, Michael. Don’t you know you’re not supposed to eat like a pig before going on live television? Gas invariably builds up and you’ll be forced to either emit it from the attic (mouth) or the basement (ass).
After my light snack, I sat down for five minutes. Queen of the Den, my mother, comes home and wishes me luck. Says I look ridiculous in my too-tight suit. I tell her I’m a sexy stud and that the only opinion that matters is Christine O’Donnell’s. I make the 10-minutes drive to the studio. No wrong turns here; my sister interned at the station two summers ago and I routinely had to drop her off and pick her up. I entered the secret code to the underground parking lot and drove on into the unknown. Walking into the lobby, I regretted the last minute snack as I began feeling a bit of indigestion. I should have brought Tums. Or some club soda. Or an anvil.
Before entering the studio, I noticed a kind face: Shirley Vandever, she of Delaware Curmudgeon, one of my favorite daily reads. She’d brought her “old man,” as she puts it. We engaged in some light banter before Shirley finally told me who would be appearing with us. Yes, none other than Dave Burris, formerly of DelawarePolitics.net, was to appear with us to debate the host of issues presented. I couldn’t contain my surprise. I had no clue who would be appearing with us and I think Shirley was surprised by my shocked reaction. I immediately got excited. Not excited like the first time I shook Christine O’Donnell’s hand, but excited knowing I would finally see Dave face-to-face.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be. We were first told that the third guest would be appearing via satellite from their Dover bureau. A few minutes later we were told Burris wouldn’t actually be appearing because of other “plans.” David Anderson would be apeparing in his stead. I wonder if Burris found out I was appearing and decided to back out. Something tells me that a guy who loves having the limelight shone in his direction wouldn’t cancel merely because of other plans.
The trio in the white “green room” continued its discussion and were eventually joined by host Tom Byrne. Briefly briefed on the program, we were told the big point of discussion will be the Bluewater Wind deal. As soon as Byrne uttered those words, I said to myself: “Why the hell am I here?” They couldn’t get Tom Noyes for this? I mean, I’m fucking good. But not THAT good. After Byrne’s briefing, a tech entered with two ear sets for me and Shirley. Both of us were a bit reluctant as foreign objects entering aren’t preferred by either. We lovingly obliged and were fitted with ear pieces so we’d be able to hear David Anderson via the satellite feed.
Five minutes later we were escorted into a studio no larger than my basement. The studio was cool — maybe 60 degrees — and I was, all the sudden, quite a bit more comfortable. My sweaty sheen had evaporated from my forehead and I was ready to talk. Lardass sat next to host Byrne and Shirley sat to the left of lardass. I was ready for this. Yeah, ready for it to be over! The hot lights shone in front of us and I began to fear my now-cool exterior would betray me.
Soon enough the segment began. And then the segment ended and we were thanked and whisked back out to the “green” room. And that was that. I gave Shirley and other half a wave good bye and began to get into my truck. The storm having subsided and the temperature having cooled just a bit, I was a bit more comfortable leaving than I was entering. Then the phone rang: “Good job, but we have to go get you another suit,” proclaimed one cousin who was watching with his girlfriend on his, like, 10-foot screen projected on his wall. Next call was from mother of said cousin, my aunt, who said I should burn the suit as well. Then, a call from another cousin who said the suit couldn’t wait and that it must immediately be sacrificed to the blog gods.
All commended my appearance. One of them even asked me what the word “ancillary” meant and informed me I’m “too smart.” One cousin informed me he would have enjoyed it better if he actually knew what I was talking about. Ahh, I suppose ignorance is indeed bliss. And I am, indeed, tired.
Enough of this lengthy screed. Enjoy your day!
Posted by Mike Matthews in Personal at 3:47 PM PDT
Kavips eviscerates Senate GOP
I guess the silver spoon has just been lodged in Lt. Gov. candidate Charlie Copeland’s throat for too long. Who are we kidding? He probably only grubs at the poshest eateries and likely drops Benjis to all his waitpersons.
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 2:35 PM PDT
HIPNETH
If you wanted to have a gathering for no other purpose than just to hang, which blog site would you invite? You know, just a pointless evening of associating with those who were obviously so much cooler than those not invited. The type of people who can wear sunglasses indoors at night and pull it off. I just feel DWA would be the hep cats. You?
Posted by Intercourse in General at 2:07 PM PDT
MASS TRANSIT???
All these candidates claim they’re proactive, farseeing, visionary, etc., yet I haven’t heard one word about mass transit. Gas ain’t going back below $4, the city buses are full; the time is ripe for broadening mass transit systems. The car dealers are sucking wind; they’d be happy to sell buses to states and cities.
Uh, instead of parroting each other, why don’t you “visionaries” start using your brains. Nothing personal.
Posted by Intercourse in General at 10:39 AM PDT
June 27th, 2008
All The Cool People Will Be There
In case you haven’t heard, Gubernatorial Candidate Extraordinaire Jack Markell is planning to embark on a 57-town in 57-hour tour. I think he’s crazy, but at least he’s going to fuel himself at the end of the first leg of the tour at the grand opening of his new campaign office in Wilmington on the Riverfront at the Shipyard Shops.
The celebration will run from 6:00-8:00pm and we’re all invited to join Jack and the rest of his incredibly dynamic campaign team in a celebration of Jack’s official announcement. Tickets are a mere $25 (includes food and drinks!). You can probably find that in your sofa cushions and the clothes hung in your closets.
As you probably know, Jack’s new office is conveniently located within stumbling distance of both Factory Brand Shoes AND Timothy’s. Ladies, are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Jack + Shoes + Cosmos = NIRVANA.
Just to recap…
Awesome Jack’s Grand Opening
Riverfront at the Shipyard Shops
Wednesday, July 2nd
6:00pm - 8:00pm
(pre-party shoe-shopping optional, but recommended; post-party Cosmos required)
You know you want to go.
To RSVP, call Jed Weeks at (302) 651-0489 or shoot him a quick email at jed@markell.org.
Thanks to Helen Boyer for reminding me to post this. 
Posted by Dominique in General at 11:49 PM PDT
Fat Boy takes over public television
Update II: Tyler Nixon at Delaware Libertarian has a clip of the show. Head over there for the clip.
Update: After receiving about half-a-dozen phone calls from family and friends following my WHYY appearance, I am now headed out to Mens’ Warehouse to buy a new suit. The one seen on tonight’s broadcast is being burned as we speak. Thanks to Shirley Vandever and David Anderson for a great appearance.
Yes, it’s true. I’ll be appearing on WHYY Channel 12’s Delaware Tonight at 5:30. I’ll be looking like a big ole sausage in a too-tight jacket and tie that’s about 5 years old.
I’ll be on my best behavior. I promised my mom I’d be a good boy. Tune in and watch me bomb.
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 7:29 AM PDT
June 24th, 2008
Why do we pay them?
Michelle Malkin’s bitching about the mortgage bail out. I’m more interested in the “Not Voting” names. You know, McCain and Obama?
Why in the fuck are they still collecting a Senate salary if they’re not showing up to do their job? Does this bother anyone else?
Clinton’s on the list, too. Hasn’t that wench picked herself up from her depression yet? Get back to work, shrew! (Hi, Dominique!)
Posted by Mike Matthews in First State Filth at 9:07 PM PDT