Michael Bouldin

[EDITOR'S NOTE: It should be made clear to anyone reading this that Mr. Holland, who is so primly lecturing on appropriate speech, has openly advocated that Elizabeth Edwards should die so that Hillary Clinton can be annointed president. I should note that Hillary's campaign is not so thrilled with this kind of advocacy and our readership was overwhelmingly disgusted by several of Mr. Holland's posts, most particularly his advocacy of Elizabeth Edwards' death. So, as you read this, keep this in mind. I have edited Mr. Holland's tags to indicate this.]

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Cross-posted at the Francis L. Holland Blog.

"Many Black men and women who respect themselves and respect their readers simply don't use four-letter vulgarities in their writing, as a rule."

Michael, although there are more than 200 posts at my blog over three months, and many more comments, if you search for the "F" word, you will discover that YOU, Michael, are the only person who has EVER used that word at my blog. This was in the context of a comment you wrote defending the radical atheist and anti-religious agenda of many white atheist/agnostic "progressives" whitosphere blogs.

You see, many Black men and women who respect themselves and respect their readers simply don't use four-letter vulgarity in their writing, as a rule.

You bloggers really are becoming the 800 pound Gorilla in the room.

That is what a good friend said to me today (paraphrased), I think with some surprise behind it. He will laugh that I am using that line, but in retrospect it really set the tone for this evening.

My friend is a major player in Brooklyn politics. I'd say who because I have lots good to say and he has some ambitions, but I think he prefers to keep his name out of the blogs. But today he said that bloggers have become the 800 lb. Gorilla in the room. I laughed and let it pass as we talked about local politics. But tonight I kept coming back to that statement as I stood, among some of the biggest big wigs of the party, and realized that it was true.

Yesterday a bunch of us got invited as guests to a major DCCC dinner in Manhattan honoring Nancy Pelosi. This really was playing with the big boys, and we got invited. The venue was Cipriani, a prime ballroom on Wall Street with Corinthian columns that make everyone, even Eliot Spitzer, look short. The ceiling is dilapidated and needs major restoration, but the rest of the place was spectacular...in a way that is gaudy and I largely dislike. But this is the kind of place where the big boys play.

I got there early. The doorman sneered at me, and asked in disbelief, "Are you a guest?" I said yes and he ushered me in. Largely he was the only one to condescend. With the exception of a few snotty big shots, people were very friendly and enthusiastic. I got a glass of red wine (an excellent Merlot) and was settling into observation mode. Just as a string quartet poised way up on a balcony began playing, Eliot Spitzer walked into the still largely empty room. I should have gone up and said hello.