![]() ![]() It’s easy to forget now, when the president-elect can liquify share prices with a pissy tweet, that political blogging was once a novelty. Kos, along with a lot of other people, was well positioned in the early 2000s to exploit an emerging technology that the big boys didn’t quite understand yet. It was the right time and place to be writing online. This man blogged, online - on the internet. He had tapped into something new, something fresh. That in all of his appearances, Moulitsas inevitably resembled a teacup poodle, yapping endlessly at passing mailmen, was immaterial. Like the official introduction of sushi as a Sizzler salad bar item, Moulitsas’s mainstream inclusion as a pundit in the those years was a grasping, clumsy attempt by corporate forces to keep up with the times. ![]() But in the dim, dank confines of the Bush years, he got himself a ticket to the big time. It’s hard to believe now that, at the height of his prominence, Moulitsas was as far to the left a figure as could be fathomed by most of the mainstream media. It is the only way of explaining a Democratic Party, from Markos Moulitsas to Cory Booker to Rahm Emanuel, cheering the demise of decent health care as a going concern for many Americans. Someone like Moulitsas, an irrelevancy himself, can only be a real, pressing threat when marching in lockstep with the rest of a vast zombie horde - a sea of dead flesh which somehow is still upright, clogging the highways, trapping those still alive and trying to break out, in a waking nightmare without end. Two months out from the shock demolition of the Democratic Party, the most faithful acolytes are not getting it. When, as with Moulitsas, one’s working assumptions and grand strategy have been pulverized again and again and again and again and again - an entire life’s work rendered as laughable as a small hat on a big dog - well, it seems unnecessary to stamp the dirt down harder.Īnd yet. The Markos Moulitsas of 2016 uneasily lingers on from those heady Netroots days, like some errant looping transmission from a long-lost spaceship - a hologram still beaming from some distant spot in the galaxy, screeching about a Borg attack that claimed his life many lightyears ago.įrankly, it seems in poor taste to bring up Moulitsas’s name in any volume above a whisper, in the somber way the Irish might refer to a relation who never wrote after leaving for America. Such is - was - the mindset of Markos Moulitsas, or “Kos,” as he is insufferably known: an un-person already, at the youngish age of forty-five. But to at least one rapidly graying liberal clique, it is. It is baffling to think the losing Democratic primary campaign of a yelping pharma shill in the pay of a violent Iranian cult could be some high-water mark for liberals. Twelve years later, and it feels like we are a much longer way away from the halcyon era of the Howard Dean campaign. Or, perhaps, “Who? What is this website? This is awful to me.” They’re Getting Exactly What They Voted For” probably went something like this: For most people, the natural reaction upon learning Markos Moulitsas had penned a blog post titled “ Be Happy for Coal Miners Losing Their Health Insurance. ![]()
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