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The Most Important Post I Will Ever Write: StrangeAppar8us Needs Our Help

2011-11-30T13:14:00.000-05:00

My dear friend Strange has suffered a terrible, life-altering traumatic brain injury, which has left him blind. He is hospitalized and expected to survive, but has little in the way of resources, so we are doing what we can for him. Here is the fundraiser our jolly little mutual blog is running for him.

We can't hope to cover his massive hospital bills, but down the road he'll be needing adaptive technology which may help him write again, and other items that will help him adjust, we hope and pray, to this new world.

This is a terrible time financially for many of us, I know, but please consider doing what you can: no amount, including a dollar, is too small. And to any of my Right-Wing Christian Conservative friends who might conceivably stop by from time to time: yes, this guy is a big honking liberal, but as you know from our acquaintance, good people transcend politics.

Strange is a dear, sweet soul who was the person everybody in his neighborhood came to with their troubles. He took in strays, whether cats or people, and found homes for them. A lot of the cats he kept; at one time he had eight. He emailed me one night when a wealthy couple came to him with a badly ill stray whom he called "the little stranger." For one night in that little cat's life, she had a box with a soft blanket, and a catnip toy. She was obviously not going to make it, and he took her to the vet to be put out of her misery the next day.

Of course the wealthy couple stuck him with the vet bill.

If you are low on funds before the holidays, don't worry: the fundraising for our wonderful, erudite, witty, kind, friend will be ongoing. Pitch in what you can, when you can. Goodness knows, he'd do the same for anybody else. And thank you. Whatever you give will make a distinct difference in his life.

RW Pearlclutching Claptrap Of The Day: ZOMG, BLINGATE!!1!!

2011-09-23T00:31:00.001-04:00

Dancing while the 10% unemployed burn!!!!1!!!

Oh relax, Populist Sarah Palin. Michelle's diamond cuffs were borrowed, and giving a boost to the billion-dollar American fashion industry is one of the First Lady's functions. Just ask Nancy Reagan! For that matter, does "belly of the plane" ring a bell?

I'm sorry Hillbuzz has decided to pick on Nancy~~again!~~for her desire to kick up her borrowed heels during a time of high unemployment such as the 10% plus of the Reagan years. I thought they liked her. It seems rather mean to do that to an old lady. But Kathleen has to do something to fling up a post while Kevin's on yet another walkabout, and reheated Weasels is better than nothing at all! Well, nearly better.

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the Undead Blog, noting that the devoted Kathleen's attempt to fill in for Kevin and liveblog the ~~ninnies'~~ debate was breathtaking in its detail except she didn't seem to hear them boo the gay soldier! She should call a television repairman about that!

Hillbuzz: Don't Even Ask

2011-09-21T19:17:00.001-04:00

Profound apologies to Phil Silvers fans

This is a proud day for America and Snarkopolitan. No, I refer not to the ending of DADT, though watching the men and women who have long served their country at last being able to experience the freedom they enlisted to defend made me a bit teary. But that was yesterday's news, and time, like the newly out-and-proud American soldier, marches on!

Today, Snarkopolitan is pleased to announce the creation of the SnarkoBuzz Medal of Error, awarded for the saddest evidence of delusional thinking by the poor creatures in thrall to World's Crappiest Cult Leader over at Harvey Bilk's Emporium of Cut-Rate Hate and Moneygrubbing, Hillbuzz.*
*Note: this is not an award for mere stupidity or hatefulness, since Snarkopolitan is a little blog and couldn't handle the volume.

The first winner, a man of deep sentiment and even deeper pockets, appears in the Do We Like That Obama ended DADT? Don't Ask thread, where gays are fine as long as they stick to providing first-class conservative commentary and stay out of the shower. Yes, Kevin's got a civil-rights-averse enclave of homophobes cheerily attacking female and gay soldiers on his very own blog. Gays are part of Obama's plan to ruin the military, and will get preferential treatment! Women shouldn't be where testosterone-riddled manimals could get at them, for their own silly good!

Perhaps someone from the Israeli Army should train our U.S. forces in proper military conduct, since the Hillbuzzers have so little faith in our troops. The Israeli army is integrated, both gender and preference, and nobody complains that they don't get the job done.

But our Medal recipient, Blog-Ad evergreen newtlove, wishes to remind us that while heroic gay men and women undertook to serve their country by hiding their orientation, they weren't as forthright as his hero Harvey Bilk, who tried to enlist, but was turned away for being too honest:

(They weren't as honest with their recruiters as Kevin was, and so they got in.)

Snarkopolitan has tried to help Harvey achieve his dream before, and from his latest absence, we can only infer that he has taken his shoulder-mounted ghost-nuns and run off to make good on his commitment to God and country by joining up. Heaven bless you, soldier! I'm sure they'll snap you up; the Marines having fought DADT the hardest, they are now recruiting the LGBT community the hardest, because they want to be the best at everything.

Simper Feh

HOOAH!!!

Brought to you by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the Undead Blog, enjoying how conveniently Kevin's epaulettes serve as platforms for shouldernuns!

RW Pearlclutching Claptrap Of The Day: ZOMG, UMBRELLAGATE!

2011-09-21T16:49:00.000-04:00

YooHoo, Megan "Only Douchebags do it" Fox!

You should watch your filthy mouth, young lady. Or perhaps wash it; putting your foot that far in is bad enough, without stepping in a load of something first.

Megan Fox loathes people like this!

Took me 30 seconds of teh Google to find this image. If this is a sample of your researching skillz, what a wonderful fit you are for Hillbuzz! Add in your tasteful race-baiting invocation of "slaves," plus P. Diddy and Michael Jackson, and Neville Chamberlain for variety, and you've got quite the virulent hatefest.

Ironic that the President created a sensation on his first state visit to China for carrying his own umbrella, isn't it?

Is there a problem, Mr. Premier?

Megan Fox is not entirely to blame for her own silliness; she just obediently picked up the story from some RW propaganda factory like Weasel Zippers and added just enough hysteria to attract other people disposed to fume over a non-story involving their favorite hate-object.

"Douchebags," photo according to Pottymouth Megan Fox

At least Kevin would be creative. Where has he got to, anyway?

Brought to you by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the Undead Blog, where we fondly remember the ineluctable stupidity of the RW flip-out over Jacketgate, too.

A Visit To The Hillbuzz Sock Drawer

2011-09-15T19:49:00.002-04:00

Whatever happened to dear Sebastian Gray, who wrote "Gray Matters" for Hillbuzz? Good old "Bast" had his own snappy graphic and everything. Here he is, as designed by "our good friend Theresa" and modeled by Kevin, his biggest booster:

"Theresa" is good at capturing a likeness!

"Bast's" good friend Kevin liked his writing so much, he gave him his own twice-weekly column, although he wrote about "Bast" (and all the crew at Buzzquarters) as if he thought "Bast" would never read it.

Here's Kevin writing with, shall we say, notable vehemence about "Bast's" ex-boyfriend's battleaxe of a mother:

So Kevin, how do you really feel about Sebastian's boyfriend David's Mother?

Sebastian had worse traumas, though, than losing his Smurf Clock to the thrice-married harridan (who even merits her own tag: "Louella the twice-divorced publicly shamed adulteress"): he was mugged. In New York City. By Blacks.

That'll learn him not to be PC and stay on the street when he sees a bunch of darker-hued people coming towards him. And it's not like he's some rube who doesn't know how to get along in the big city: Sebastian is from Cleveland, after all! The Thunderdome, as fate would have it. Maybe he and Kevin met there when they were growing up in the selfsame tough neighborhood. Maybe they were a comfort to each other.

I have nothing but sympathy for whoever is the victim of a mugging. Sad to say, New York City isn't, hard as this is to believe, entirely safe. But neither is my little home town, where I was mugged, by a bunch of teenage water buffaloes from Smitty's bar by the railroad, as I was coming home from the city a little too late.

Darned Italian/Irish/Lithuanian/?/Germans! I'd like to hate you all, but it's so hard keeping you straight!

"Gray Matters" lasted a grand total of five posts. That works out to two-and-a-half weeks. Then, Sebastian Gray, beloved friend of Kevin Dujan, who has a rough time finding true friends, just disappeared. His last post was in May of 2010.

Whither Sebastian? Why haven't we heard? He doesn't write! He doesn't call! It's almost as if he never existed, isn't it?

Brought to you by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the Undead Blog, who asks, "How about we see Sebastian's report card, Kevin dear? Or shall we assume he flunked all the courses he ever took?"

Hillbuzz Suffering Halfsphynxiation

2011-09-13T15:38:00.002-04:00

American Artemis In CleoPalin Finery, With Sacred Dujbeetle

Harvey Bilk is prognosticating again: SHE'S RUNNING! How does he know, when the American Artemis, or as I like to think of her, the Wassilla Sphynx, won't even tell her lamestream buddy Greta?

Because she's looking Presidential in Pink! Fashion maven Kevin doesn't remember seeing her in pink before!

Because she didn't mention the actual candidates' names! She just ran them down pointedly enough to make clear whom she was talking about. Clever!

Except for Newt! She gaves props to the man who's just running to pay some bills, as we all know, wink wink! No harm fluffing him. So presidential!

Because she praised the Tea Party and "We the People" and the Pioneering Spirit! Nobody does that who isn't running for president!

And she slammed President Obama! That settles it!

TA-DAH!

Brought to you by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the Undead Blog, who is ready to send a postcard to Sarah herself: RUN SARAH RUN!!!! Make this snark blog the happiest blog in the world. ;o}

Kevin Dujan, Political Analyst

2011-09-12T16:37:00.000-04:00

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Back in 2008, I actually came up with a slogan for the Republican Party that I’ve tried giving them for two years now, and nobody ever wanted to do anything with it.

I think it’s something we could have a lot of fun with, so I’ve decided just to run with it here on HillBuzz.org to see what our more creative readers can come up with to fit the theme.

The slogan is:

Republicans: Not as evil as you think.

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TA-DAH!

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the Undead Blog, who cannot possibly imagine why the Repubs didn't bite, can you?

An American Artemis For Hillbuzz

2011-09-10T15:28:00.002-04:00

Half-Artemissed

O Great Grisly Mama of the Frozen North, Our American Artemis, your followers cry out to you for nourishment, yet none will you give them save the words "my plan," on which they suck even down to the last crumb, for from within to draw the nugatory virtue.

We venerate thee, Fecund One, who appeareth now here, now there, wherever the light shineth on someone else, for though the voices of our tribe now raise up against thee, we will never falter in our devotion, no matter how embarrassing.

Just ask Hillary.

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the Undead Blog, with apologies to her conservative pals~~hey look, guys, you knew I couldn't keep pulling my punches forever!

Since Hillbuzz Loves To Put President Obama In Whiteface So Much...

2011-09-08T17:02:00.004-04:00

Speak harshly to your little marks,
And ban them when they grumble,
Call them Eeyores, trolls and orcs;
Abuse will keep them humble.

One good 'Shop deserves another.

**UPDATE**

AND ANOTHER!!

Wee slickit, paranoid, slandrous beast,
Your world is not so jolly,
But we don't mind you in the least,
Welcome to Chez Polly!

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Jokes That Write Themselves, Palin Dept: Half-Governor Runs Half Marathon

2011-09-05T15:56:00.000-04:00

Conservative Trigger Warning: This post is rated two out of a possible six Conservative 'Splodey Heads.

If you disagree with this rating, kindly contact mngmnt at provided email address, and to save time, please remember to have your properly arranged bribes in front of you. Your custom is very important to us.

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Why, Why, WHY, Sarah? Why must you do my work for me?

And you went unannounced. And you came in second place. Why are you trying to do my job, Sarah Palin?

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the Undead Blog, who will come in last in any age group unless it's the Diaper Derby, and perhaps even then!

Only@Tea: Palin Rally Speaker Eric Golub's HighLARious Jokes About Special Needs Children Get Crickets From Hillbuzz

2011-09-04T14:17:00.001-04:00

So, Teahadists, you may have carry permits, but what if the proper weapon is a rotten tomato? In Indianola, at yesterday's Greatest Announcement Rally Ever To Never Feature An Announcement, painfully unfunny stockbroker/"comedian" Eric Golub joked about the youngest Palin being "defective:"

Palin “has such a value for human life, that she would even bring a child into this world she knew that modern medical technology would show that would be defective ideologically like Nancy Pelosi.”

What a wretch. You'd think he'd have had to leave the stage under the assault of whatever overripe produce was to hand, but from the devoted Palinista crowd, crickets.
Admittedly crickets following Golub material is par for the course (tune in at 7:20 to hear some familiar stuff), but given the recent round of wonderfully traffic-generating pearl clutching at Hillbuzz, all in the name (worked into a lather and repeated ad nauseum, ad infinitum) of Sarah Palin's little boy, shouldn't Kevin Dujan be stropping his straight razor for Golub?

Instead, Dujan, whose antennae usually swivel with alacrity towards the slightest usable off-kilter squeak, hasn't seen fit to address this nationally televised mockery towards Palin's child, and special-needs children, in any way, even though one of his readers pointed it out to him:

gretta gets nowhere with the tender sensibilities at Hillbuzz

As of 23 hours later, gretta's comment is the only trace of uneasiness exhibited by anyone remotely connected with Kevin Dujan's operation. The fierce, diehard defender of all things to do with Sarah's Down Syndrome affected little boy (whose name appears in the image above, but is not Googleable; I'd rather not have the cheap hits), the man who hounded a local video producer and set his crew on defacing the event page of an anti-bullying charity for much less, has nothing to say about a right-winger's vile remarks on a national stage, about the littlest Palin.

There's nothing profitable in it for him, so why should he?

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Hey Hillbuzz, Is It Too Late To Enter This In The Photoshop Sarah Palin In The Oval Office Contest?

2011-09-02T13:13:00.005-04:00

Conservative trigger warning: this post is rated four out of a possible six conservative 'splodey heads.

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Oh Harvey Bilk, do you have to hang em' right over the plate like this?

You might as well be a pitcher for the Cubs:

"Once we get the image of President Palin at her desk down, we then just have to add all the personal touches that would be in a real Palin Oval Office.

What sorts of personal mementos from Alaska do you think she would bring with her? What sort of art would she put on the walls? What sculptures would decorate the side tables?

What do you think the Palin Oval Office will be like?

The first step to making anything real is visualizing it."

I don't think your tyro photoshoppers are going to outdo this one. And I've another little visualization for you:

Whoa, she's here again. Gotta have a word with the Service about this.

Edited to add: I just can't stop! And since Kevin's post has garnered all of 2 comments so far, apparently Snarkopolitan is the only Hillbuzz reader with any enthusiasm for fun projects. We are your rainbow action team!

This picture is inaccurate: she would never forget her blackberry!

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Hillbuzz: Protest In Person? Let's Not Be Too Hasty!

2011-08-31T12:53:00.000-04:00

Eeeps!

When it comes to fighting for the good name (or the chance to use it, anyway) of the youngest Palin, Kevin Dujan is a Grizzly! A Lion! His rage will not be brooked! He will give no quart--

--You mean, actually go there? Like, in person? Um, and bring Justin and the other boyz? Oh, never mind.

Brought to you by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the Undead Blog, who reminds you to go to any Hillbuzz link early and get there before the Rushball proprietor deletes it!

What Would Hillbuzz Do Without Suckers?

2011-08-31T05:32:00.002-04:00

Awful Merman

So since Kevin Dujan has managed to whip up a good profitable head of fury over a thoughtless aside about the youngest Palin, whose name Kevin constantly uses as a kind of all-purpose spray-on outrage freshener, you'd think somebody might question front-pager (and major contributor) Newt Love's thoughtless use of the pejorative suffix "tard." Wouldn't you?

Not feeling the Newt

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the Undead Blog, jolted to life by the tender ministrations of one Kevin Dujan. Something of a mistake on his part, it would seem!

Hillbuzz Makes Mountain Out Of BuzzHill, Using Youngest Palin

2011-08-24T18:34:00.001-04:00

When Dujans Attack, Even Deleting Won't Help You!

Kevin Dujan complaining about deleted comments is like Casey Anthony complaining about bad parenting. But even after the makers of "only@brunch", a video apparently meant to be shown at his local gay bar, apologized and edited out an offensive remark he complained to them about, they are still the latest targets of his undying wrath, which has stretched now to ~~five~~ six posts and well over ~~8,000~~ 10,000 words. **UPDATE** And now includes harassing an anti-bullying charity started by famously pro-LGBT straight footballer, Ben Cohen, for the crime of having an upcoming fundraiser at the bar which showed this video two weeks ago.

Let's cut to the chase immediately: one of the participants in this video made an ill-advised comment about Trig Palin. To be specific, while discussing Michele Bachmann, one man giggled, "She looks like Trig!" The other men around the table may or may not have heard the comment, which was neither responded to or elaborated on. They continued to talk about Bachmann before moving on to other subjects, and Trig was never brought up again.

That was the whole "attack" in its entirety. It was a mean thing to say, certainly, and stupid.
If you nose around Snarkopolitan long enough, you'll see that from way back, Snarko has no patience with people attacking politicians' children. Including the children of political opponents. And, it should be needless to say, no patience with attacks on any children, special-needs or not, at all.

But because the producer of the video has edited out the offending footage, or inch-age, as the line was literally four words, and deliberately avoids repeating them, understandably enough, in his apology, almost nobody knows the extent of the "Attack On Trig Palin," to whit: barely existent. Which is utterly to Kevin Dujan's advantage. The less known about what was actually said, the more inflatable it is.

In fact, Dujan's lovely plans for a leading a crusade in Trig's name fizzled somewhat when the producer immediately gratified the wishes of anybody who truly wanted satisfaction on behalf of that little boy. Here is the apology posted on the only@brunch website:
At the beginning of the discussion concerning the Michele Bachmann Newsweek cover, a co-host made an inappropriate reference to Trig Palin, the son of Sarah and Todd Palin. The comment was tasteless and unjustifiable. only@brunch, is not and will not be a platform for the deriding or ostracizing of individuals for the way they were born. Nor for the way people chose to celebrate who they are. It is with sincerity, sympathy, and empathy that I apologize on behalf of only @brunch and DowntownCupid Productions for the offensive comment."

That would seem pretty complete to anyone not utterly dedicated to outrage farming. One of Dujan's own followers who did see the video before it was edited (as did I), unwittingly demonstrates that he smells the manure Dujan's trying to spread, too:

Neil50p· 4 days ago
When I first read your previous post on this and watched the video I thought the Trig comment wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Then I realized how reflexively he made it, and am sure that was only because they make comments like that all the time. It obviously wasn't the first time he had used Trig as a punchline. (Emphasis mine)

As a follower of the World's Crappiest Cult Leader, Neil naturally tries to integrate his cognitive dissonance, but it's clear his first reaction was "Whuh? You mean that's it?" Then he adds a little interpretive dance number of his own, and feels better, all dissonance smoothed into a harmonic fantasia in the key of outrage sharp, minor.

The producer of the video acted quickly after the first angry comment by"Hillbuzz" on his YouTube channel. Dujan himself screencapped the exchange, showing that only@brunch producer Jared Hall took just one day to post his apology on his site and on YouTube.

That didn't stop Dujan from encouraging his Hillbuzzing devotees to swarm the YouTube comments, including this abusive little item, from somebody who thinks "decent queens" disparage gays who lisp:

If only this moral indignation had been felt when Kevin Dujan, back in August of 2010, asked on Hillbuzz, "Should children of a president never be criticized, especially if they are black?" What on earth about the President's daughters, who were, I believe, eleven and nine at the time, Dujan wanted to criticize--but was held back by their blackness from doing, it is beyond the scope of someone who isn't an Orc to divine.

Dujan later deleted that entire post, perhaps, I'd like to think, as a result of the scrutiny he received here. But though he can wipe the schmutz off his own site, evidence of his willingness to attack young children of a political opponent exists on other sites (don't click unless you're willing to grind your teeth to stumps):

nellyq

September 16, 2010 at 7:13 PM

This sounds like the troll that popped up on hillbuzz, shedding bitter tears over comments about the daughters. In reply, I asked sweetly where this defender of childhood was when Sarah Palin’s

children were getting trashed on the left leaning blogs. Never got a response.

. .

Because childhood should only be defended when the child belongs to the right parents.

Dujan admits that "Only@Brunch" did respond to, as he puts it, "great national criticism:"

Jared Hall and Downtown Cupid productions could have easily edited out the attack on Trig Palin before the show aired; in fact, they’ve subsequently edited this part out of the current YouTube video they have posted (live since 8/21/11) as “Only@Brunch” has received great national criticism for encouraging gay men to bully children (just because they don’t agree with their mothers’ politics).

That "great national criticism" being, of course, ludicrously, his own previous post. He then goes on to hitch up his Crusader tabard and complain about gay mockery of adult conservative Christians, which he describes as "bullying." Leaving aside the questions of freedom of speech and adults' ability to shift for themselves, how are we then to view his own spectacularly vicious mockery of Michelle Obama, from her physical attributes, in particular her complexion:

to the false "Whitey Tape" rumor he, along with Larry Johnson, promulgated?

By his own definition, Kevin Dujan is a bully par excellence, although he's spent a lot of time trying to scrub his site of evidence. The infamous Michelle Obama "Whitey Tape" post is gone, although on other sites, once again, the evidence lingers on.

Likewise, despite his scrubbing, he will always be remembered for his bullying of Shelby, the wife of a soldier KIA in the now deleted infamous USO War Widow Post back in November of 2010. Dujan senselessly attacked her (for not getting off her butt and doing more for the USO!) and, given more than the benefit of the doubt by his eye-rubbing, astonished fans, not only did not apologize, but upped the ante (and a middle finger), comparing himself to Jesus into the bargain.

If Jesus were truly like the Harvey Bilk of Boystown, confessionals would be interchangeable with iron maidens, and penitents would be praying burning rosaries.

Thank goodness Jesus has lower standards than Kevin Dujan.

brought to you by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, jolted to sporadic life by a damnable thirst for truth, justice, and the American way!

Ouch, Kevin Dujan, You've Snapped My Credulity!

2011-07-27T17:25:00.001-04:00

Oh sweet heaven.

Do you know of an accurate list of cities and venues where “The Undefeated” is playing?

Posted on July 26, 2011 by Kevin DuJan // 2012 Presidential Campaign, Action Items, Blue Team - Research, Sarah Palin

I am very eager to see the Sarah Palin documentary “The Undefeated” but it’s not playing here in Chicago.

There was, apparently, a one-time, unpublicized showing of the movie — for one screening only — that I didn’t hear about. With no press or advertisement, hundreds of people still turned out for it.

Evidently, the film is packed wherever it is being shown…but it’s only a handful of theaters.

Does anyone know of an accurate list of where it is playing?

Here, Harvey Bilk, let me help you find a clue.

You know what? A little Chicago magazine ran a story on it. You could have read about it there, but I doubt you've heard of the magazine; they're such a small, niche market publication.

his

Never heard of him, er, it!

Hey, I know some people who could help you! It's a website just devoted, believe it or not, to Sarah Palin! Amazing, I know.

This is almost as embarrassing as when C4P held their big meet-up in your home town, and you didn't show up. My, what you missed!

Please let me know if there are any other ragingly obvious CYA questions you need answered: "Oh, so this Paypal button puts money in MY bank account?"

Indeed it does! Say, Kevin, did you ever get the feeling that if we weren't enemies, we'd be best buds?

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You Never Write, You Never Call --Kevin Dujan Is Back At Hillbuzz

2011-07-27T16:16:00.002-04:00

And his own admin accidentally debunked his New Website $ob-$tory.

Kevin Dujan returned to Hillbuzz after another prolonged absence, ascribing it to chronic ill-health. But his current ~~flock~~ hive of ~~shearlings~~ worker bees doesn't know that the last time he went AWOL, he came back with a different heartrending tale.

Now it is the official position of Snarkopolitan to wish everyone the best of health. So if Kevin Dujan is as ill as he says, this "out to get him" blog's proprietress hopes he makes a complete recovery.

But it's not like Dujan hasn't pulled this disappearing act before, as detailed in the post below.
In both cases, he couldn't so much as get himself to the computer to send a single email to his frazzled co-bloggers, last time for weeks upon weeks, and this time, for months upon months.

Pardon the skepticism, folks, but we've all had a crisis or two, or been close to someone in crisis. We've lost loved ones, gotten ill, suffered financial setbacks. Ask yourself: would you blow off your responsibilities, not for a week while absorbing the news, not for two, but for months on end? And when you finally did get in touch with your neglected friends, wouldn't maybe, just maybe, the thought of apologizing to them cross your mind instead of talking about your empty pockets?

The first time Kevin went AWOL, all his then-followers had to remember him was the last post he wrote: one of his many pleas for money, the PayPal button glowing at the top of his blog like a beacon. He left up a post asking for money for the new site, and then stuck brand-new co-blogger and unpaid amanuensis Chrissy with watching the hive while the beekeeper went on a prolonged sabbatical.

At least he's not coming back snarling this time, but he's still squeezing the bees. And to do that he's still blowing a whole lot of smoke:
Additionally, moving HB from WordPress to the new site was a disaster and a bad decision on our part — I am in deep, deep debt because of the move and ad sales do not come close to paying the server costs.
Kevin is evidently unaware that his cry of poverty due to the expenses of moving to the new platform has been unwittingly rebutted by his own loyal (Wake up, Bridget!) admin.

Bridget already told readers that the blog redesign cost Kevin Dujan nothing, because she designed it for him for free.

She put five thousand dollars worth of her own expertise designing the new platform:

This includes yours truly, who designed the whole thing (including the new logo and Action Bees) and donated nearly $5,000 worth of time to get this site off the ground (which I was glad to do) without an expectation of a return on investment.

Got that? The redesign didn't cost Kevin Dujan a single penny.

Now about those insanely expensive servers:

A trusted advisor of Snarkopolitan informs me that the site for his company--a heavy-hitter in industrial manufacturing, a worldwide market---shares a server with a number of other, equally international, corporations. They are represented in every country around the world, and this runs them about a hundred and fifty dollars a month. Sure, over the course of a year that's nearly a couple thousand, but Kevin doesn't have to rely on ads for his blog---his own ( never updated) thermometer graphic shows he collected over thirteen hundred dollars for these mysteriously expensive "servers" before he disappeared.

So my advisor, who isn't a web designer but has participated in constructing many commercial websites, is highly doubtful of the veracity of Dujan's cries of server-derived poverty. I should add that on the occasions when Rush Limbaugh mentioned him, Hillbuzz did not crash to my knowledge.

Of course, since Hillbuzz has zero transparency, there's no way to tell how much money Dujan has taken in, but we know one thing: Kevin's devoted Celtic cheerleaders, Bridget and Kathleen, had to lay out their own money to keep the site going.

We do worry about him often, and continue to keep him in our thoughts and welcome him back with open arms if he returns. But this happened rather abruptly, with not a lot of preparation for us as to what we should do about HillBuzz, after having just finished building a full-featured site for him with very expensive hosting requirements (which used to be free on WordPress.com). So, we’ve tried to keep the site alive as best as we can, so there is still a place for all of you to come to read, talk, and contribute, and so the community that had been built would not die. This is at personal expense to us (like, real dollars, writing checks for high-end hosting) as well as a lot of time where we could be actually earning money.

Who is empowered to dip into the PayPal account represented by the omnipresent button besides Kevin Dujan? Evidently not his admins. If they can't do that, then they can't know how much money is in the account---and to question the Great Beekeeper is to be labelled an "Eeyore." Horrors!

Various Ex-Buzzers have ruefully confessed, in Snarkopolitan comments, to sending Kevin Dujan large sums, which some of them could ill-afford. One lady sent him enough to run, let's say, this slick Siemens website for a quarter of a year.

Indeed!

There's no disputing his veracity on the amount of sheer verbiage he does crank out when he is at his post. Although he doesn't specify his claim of "25,000 words I generate" (day? week?), I'm willing to specify per day, or perhaps even hour. And he reminds us, it is:

hard, time-consuming, life-absorbing work that’s endless and unpaid.

Well, strike up the string section for the blogger who doesn't get paid!
Brought to you at sporadic intervals by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, where we somehow knew without being told that it is bad practice to squeeze bees! ("relentless daily attacks" my delicate pink foot.)

Hillbuzz Dujan Vue Part Deux: Where Is Kevin Dujan AGAIN?

2011-06-19T12:51:00.001-04:00

Kevin Dujan, no longer Sub-Rosa

Helloooo Hillbuzzers again! This is your unreasonably friendly hostess Mrs. Polly, (just ask some conservative friends, in, um, high places ;^}) telling you to try looking up the Hillbuzz July '09 archives. Yes, try all you want, but you won't find them, because that was the last time Kevin and his many personalities went seriously, mysteriously, AWOL.

Now I go AWOL from poor old neglected Snarkopolitan all the time, but then I am not trying to build a major online presence, don't hit people up for money, or inveigle them into doing pro-bono work for the Cause while keeping them entirely in the dark. (Yoo-hoo Admin~ ever wonder who "Chrissy" was? She was the one who did all that work before you, was mistreated, and left.)

Although Kevin eventually returned with what I call an "inflounce," scolding readers for their lack of faith and telling a heart-rending tale --during which he also backstabbed the bereaved 20-year partner of the deceased:
he was not too upset to get deeply involved in Chicago Young Republican politics, undisclosed to his readers, of course.

There is one thing on which you can rely: when he does return, his unexplained absence will result in a scolding. From him, to you, with passive-aggression and plenty of self-pitying "I type-my-fingers-to-the-bone-and-this-is-the-thanks-I-get!"-ing.

I'm sorry you guys have gotten involved in what is basically the World's Crappiest Cult: pleas for money, guilt-tripping, loyalty tests . "Eeyores " is a classic mind-control device. In Scientology, they're called "Suppressive Persons." In either case, questioning of any sort is given a pejorative classification, and everybody frantically tries to avoid being labelled with it.

It is amazing to me to see how people swallow the disrespect, and excuse it, over and over. Some finally have enough and leave, and are replaced and it all starts again, but some just stay. Possibly they can't admit to themselves that clinging to the lashing tail of this untrustworthy, melodramatic, impulse-disordered ex-PUMA is a mistake?

There's plenty of info in the sidebar about Dujan and me, which puts all my cards on the table, and explains my stance toward him. I got an anonymous tip about the situation over there, and so this post. You'll see from my archives that I don't spend much time on him any more; a Dujan-free life is a good, peaceful life.

I recommend it.

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the somewhat somnolent blog, because this is no way to be spending Father's Day!

Hillbuzz: Hint From An Events Planner

2011-04-15T19:32:00.005-04:00

if it’s a movie screening, and you want to meet whomever is going to speak afterwards, sit in the front row dead center if you can…because that is where the person will stand with a microphone to address the crowd.

TA DA!

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Hillbuzz Rotating Begathon Collected!

2011-03-25T18:05:00.000-04:00

From the $hillbuzz Dept of We've Seen This Before:

"Help support our move to the new site! This graphic does not display real-time statistics, (it sure doesn't, and how! - ed.) so check back often for updates."

~~Kevin Dujan, Propietor of Hillbuzz.org.

(Shillbuzz graphic courtesy Fundraising Ideas Center, with Blinged-out alterations by Mrs. Polly)

Due to some now-resolved health problems, I have been on Blogging Sabbatical for a few months. In these dark, crazy times, it's nice to find that a few eternal verities apply, and nothing could be more eternal or stable than Kevin Dujan's need for YOU poor Shillbuzzers to send HIM money, so he can open his new revenue-producing website for YOU. Look, the new, de-Hillarified (Madame Secretary must be grateful that her nasty buzzing tinnitus is cured--it's a miracle!) site is just about ready. And what a graphic! The fly-headed, testes-winged, drip-bodied insects who don't know up from down have a flight path weirder than Woodstock's--it's perfect.

So what's the hold-up? You should pardon the expression. It must be that YOU have not yet sent Kevin Dujan enough money for this new ad-supported site.

Now Dujan has a swell United Way-style thermometer to show you how YOU have failed him. He tells you to check back for frequent updates, but there are no frequent updates. That thermometer is just plain stuck at 1,000 $Hillbucks. Here he promised the new site in February, and gosh, it's almost the end of March.What's wrong with you people, not sending him enough money for the massive servers needed to handle all the massive traffic needed by a growing site like Shillbuzz!

Don't you want him to fight the battles he keeps promising to fight from a powerful platform capable of storing OVER 100 MEGABYTES OF ARCHIVES??? Other than a ten-dollar thumbdrive, or my 4 gigabyte Mp3 player, how can such a vast record of $Hillwitt be preserved?

Of course, waves of now-disgusted-and-departed Hillbuzzers (you can find a whole bunch of them here) will recognize the tin cup marked "NEW WEBSITE" he's shaking. They've seen it before. It's only one of many begs in a regular kaleidoscope of begging, all the elements tumbling together in endless variation, producing endlessly dazzling patterns of guilt-tripping, passive-aggressive demands, mixed with sugar crystals and tiny American flags.

Poor old neglected Snarkopolitan has somehow managed to get Google Ads without shaking down our 4.5 devoted readers, plus YouTubes and, if we (that is, Mrs. Polly) were really vindictive, BlogTalk Radio too, all for free. But the creativity Kevin Dujan, or Harvey Bilk to his former friends, displays in all his varied and constant begs, is astonishing, and so without further ado, Snarkopolitan presents:

~~The Begs of Kevin Dujan~~

(note: Dujan keeps his begging posts up for weeks or months, so the date collected doesn't reflect when each beg first appears)

HELP US LAUNCH OUR NEW SITE IN FEBRUARY

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Moving over to the new site, on our own dedicated servers, is the biggest and most expensive project we have ever tackled. There’s nearly 100MB of data archived in the three years since HB began. If you have been a fan of what we do in the past and look forward to what the new site can accomplish, anything you could chip in towards defraying the costs of the move is appreciated. If reading our content has been worth $5 or $10 to you, now is the time when your help make us better than we ever could have been stuck here on WordPress.

(collected March 17th, 2011)

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We’re in the process of moving to a new site on a secure, dedicated server. Backing up our 2+ years of archives is expensive, and the new server means monthly fees we’ll have to pay going forward. If you enjoy the political and humorous content you get here, consider chipping in to help defray these costs. Help us get to where we are ad-supported on the new site and HB can pay for itself in 2011 and beyond. It’s a lot of hard work, and it’s expensive, so your help is appreciated. (Collected 12/29/10)

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Donate

If you like what we do here on WordPress, and you read us every day, please consider chipping in to help us save towards getting a new site on a dedicated server where we can then be ad-supported in the future and wouldn’t have to ask for help to fund our political activities. Right now, this is all coming out of pocket for us, and we just never can save up enough to get a new site off the ground. (Collected 11/17/10)

DonateDonateDonate--we sank our LITERALLY last penny into political pyromania!

Donate

We literally put every cent we had into the ground game for this midterm election. Additionally, we gave up much-needed freelance gigs so we could be out canvassing, writing articles for this site, and giving free strategic advice to conservatives coast to coast on how to stop the Left and start burning the Democrat Party to the ground.

Consider us the match (collected Nov. 2, 2010)

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This is the homestretch of the 2010 election. We’re putting everything we’ve got into a nonstop, on-the-ground push here in Chicago…against stalwart Obama allies who are vulnerable for the first time in their careers. We’re also ginning up ground opposition to Rahm Emanuel’s Mayoral bid, and will start that effort in earnest November 3rd.

If you like what we do, chip in for the resources we need to creatively take those punches at Democrats that Republicans, for whatever reason, just won’t take on their own. (collected 10/29/10)

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From now until Election Day, we are pooling everything we have for an all-out effort to take down Jan Schakowsky here in Chicago. She is currently only leading her opponent Joel Pollak by 18 points, instead of the 40-something she normally leads in re-election bids. Schakowsky is a terrible Congress critter, and is married to convicted felon Robert Creamer, who wrote Obamacare in prison. She is vulnerable, and scare, and we’re committed to spending 6 hours a day, every day, from now until November 2nd to do all we can to take her down. Whatever you can throw our way will be added to what we’ve collected amongst ourselves to cover the printing of palm cards, gas and Zip cars to hit Schakowsky’s whole district, and everything else we need to make sure an independent effort is made to ask enough Schakowsky muscle-memory voters why they remain loyal to her so that they just sit home on Election Day and this awful person is booted from Congress.

With your help, we could conceivably double or even triple what we would be able to do without you… so $5 or $10 will help A LOT to make sure, together, we get to every house, every business, every store, and every street in Schakowsky’s district.

This is the best chance EVER to defeat her…and if she goes down, a stauch Obama accomplice, it will reverberate through the halls of the DNC like nothing else. (Collected October 22, 2010)

Dujan was just exhausted from canvassing by Election Day, but not too exhausted to post the usual quarter mile of verbiage, none of it describing any experiences (unlike his Halloween posts) he had, or whom he met, or how many palm cards he printed up with the money he begged for! Nor did he include any images of palm cards, or indicate any content, etc. Why, it's almost as if none of it ever......

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We’re saving up to build a new site that will be ad-supported in the future (which we can’t do here on WordPress) and to archive everything that’s been created for the last two years here on HillBuzz, as well as investing in some marketing initiatives that will grow our readership and make the new site self-supporting in the months ahead. If you like what you read here every day, and get enjoyment from it, we appreciate any help you can give as we make this push to grow and become a bigger presence in the political and satire worlds. (collected October 7, 2010)

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September 17, 2010
Help us cover what the JournoLists won’t
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If you like what you read here, we’d appreciate any support you can give…it helps us get to political events and do the things that keep the stories flowing. It also helps us continue towards the day when we can have a new ad-supported site that willtake a massive burden off us and fund many HillBuzz adventures in the future. (Collected Sept 17th, 2010, a day where Hillbuzz curiously did not mention Des Moines, or the Reagan Dinner (see below). Hope the Hillbuzzers didn't fall for that one!)

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We don’t have a lot of time to pull this together, but we’re going to try to head over to Des Moines, Iowa on September 17th to cover Governor Sarah Palin’s appearances there…culminating in the Reagan Dinner that night. Apparently, the Governor will be doing several events in Iowa on the 17th, and we’d like to be on the ground to take it all in…and report back here to you on it. (collected Sept 7, 2010)

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We’ve actually been through a few rounds of this already, where we’ve worked with people who said they were going to help us get off WordPress and onto a new site of our own, with better ability to do what we want to do, but then for whatever reason things fall apart. ("whatever" is working harder here than an Alabama chain-gang in August-ed.)

It’s almost always been a funding issue, with the expense of doing the things we need to have done in terms of backup protection and server space and bandwidth usage being prohibitively high — especially when we weigh those costs against doing things we think are more important, like going to various political events and getting more items to write about. (sadly, Mr. Dujan seems not to have shown up at any of the events for which he begged traveling funds, except the Glenn Beck rally, where he alone showed up despite begging money for his imaginary friends to come along, and about which none of "them" posted any recaps, despite promising to. In fact, he didn't even show at the Chicago Conservatives 4 Palin meet-up, which would have cost him nothing but a little time.)
(collected aug 14, 2010)

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This is just a partial collection. Feel free to add your own favorite examples of $HillBegging, if you wish; I hate leaving out some of the classics, but I am, unlike Kevin Dujan, only one person, and do not have the Energy of the Mad to help me!

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the Undead Blog, resuscitated by none other than Kevin Dujan himself.

When They Listen To Kevin Dujan, They Are! More Than You Ever Wanted To Know About the Cook County "Sex Scandal," Because Someone Asked

2010-12-16T21:46:00.016-05:00

Chicago Deep Dish

"Anonymous" has written in to ask, regarding the "Prophet Making" Post,

"Then Huffpo is crazy?" (Immediate, visceral response: always!)

Anonymous then links to Will Guzzardi's (of the Huffpo Chicago "Bureau!") piece of July 28th, about the resignation of the young (23) executive director of the Cook County GOP, aka, in the overheated rhetorical stylings of Kevin Dujan, "The Prophet."

Bearing in mind that Snarkopolitan is run by a New York liberal with as much interest in the slimy underside of Illinois Republican politics as she has in the lineup of the Chicago Bears (less!), and no journalistic experience whatsoever, anything I write should be taken accordingly (that is, well-salted). With that proviso, let's wade into the goo:

There are two camps at each other's throats, as Anonymous surely knows better than I: the Lee Roupas camp and the Eloise Gerson camp. The "Prophet," aka Jeremy Rose, is a Roupassard, and Stephen Boulton, General Counsel for the Chicago GOP, is a Gersonian.

The Huffpo article, by Will Guzzardi (of the Huffpo Chicago "bureau!") clearly favors the Gersonians. Writing about how a complaint against Rose that was a year old, and had been settled to the satisfaction of the complainant, got brought up again, Guzzardi says,

"And when a whistleblower came forward about the complaint, Roupas organized a concerted effort to remove that person from her elected position within the party."

Well, that's how Eloise Gerson, the "whistleblower," would characterize it. But if you read this article by Michael Volpe, it looks like a giant, messy power struggle, with Gersonians accusing Roupassards of secret Democratism, and Roupassards accusing Gerson of being a just plain crummy Chairwoman whose fundraising promises were unmet. Gerson's counsel Boulton has a special dislike for Rose for "insulting him" in unspecified ways, and everybody was pretty much angling to oust everybody else, and treating any moves by the other faction as outrageous, ought to be illegal, never in my 32 years as a Republican have I seen, etc. There are meetings without Ms. Gerson (condolences on her cat. And on the in-laws coming to town), and meetings with Ms. Gerson, and Rashomonic accounts from the opposing camps of all of them, which I am not going to try to untangle.

But according to T. Mannis, a conservative blogger who operates Chicago News Bench, this power struggle was at least 18 months old, and so predates the Cubby Bear Unhappy Hour, subsequent unpleasant encounter, complaint, and resolution of the complaint to the satisfaction of the complainant.

So Gerson has an axe to grind, which the Huffpo writer should have discovered and noted, and didn't.(BTW, a bio of Mr. Guzzardi shows him to be the founder of a pretty great-looking online magazine called Wag's Revue. I've nothing against Mr. Guzzardi at all, except that he seems to have taken a few too many people at face value.

He didn't have the advantage I did in being tipped to Kevin Dujan's propensity for concocting lunatic, baroque scenarios, not having been the innocent target of one. Even so, when he links to Hillbuzz repeatedly, he doesn't question certain things that really ought to stand out to a humor writer, like the similarity in tone (ridiculous/ridiculous) between "Roxy Vanilla" and Hillbuzz.

He writes,

"HillBuzz had in fact received a copy of the complaint against Rose more than a year ago; due to a HillBuzz blogger's personal connections to the story, it was not published. But when the Roxy Vanilla email implicated Roupas in covering up the allegations, HillBuzz spoke out--and has been closely following the story since.

"The root of the scandal is something that should have warranted jail time for [Rose]...but he has been protected and helped, apparently, by the likes of Roupas ... all this time," the blogger wroteon July 12."

How brave of Hillbuzz to "speak out!" And how less than objective a way to phrase it. But if"Hillbuzz" (whom we now know is just plain old Kevin) believes that what Rose did "is something that should have warranted jail time," then why did Hillbuzz also suppress this complaint, for an entire year? Instead, because of "personal connections," Hillbuzz sat on a story that could have spared young women the ordeal of being pursued by the Prophet,

"swimming the YR waters like a shark, hunting for seals in this ample rookery. "

And the "personal connections?

For over a year now, we’ve been aware of an explosive scandal that’s been rocking the Chicago Young Republicans, but because we know all parties involved in this personally, we have not spoken of it. One of the people involved has a romantic link to one of us here, so the whole thing is messy on so many levels.

A romantic link---to the shark, in fact! That is messy. If Mr. Guzzardi had just googled "Dujan," he would have discovered what best buds Rose and Dujan used to be. Since there has been so much messiness since the Huffpo article was written, the Timeout Chicago feature doesn't come up unless you Google their names together. But a year ago, it would have popped up on the first or second page, as it did for me and other people writing about Dujan in the time of our own travails.

Nobody can blame Mr. Guzzardi for not wading through all the bubbling pits of adjectives and bile that constitute the Hillbuzz Scandal-birthing Swamp to find the aformentioned description of "the Prophet" on July 16, a week before the Huffpo piece appeared:

Unbalanced, vainglorious, and vindictive, yet exceedingly charming and bisexually attractive,

Projection much, Kevin? But "bisexually attractive," combined with "a romantic link," ought to have set off an alarm bell somewhere. Well, that and the fact that in the comments of that same piece, the Shark turns into "Mr. Blondy Sleepy Needs His Coffee Bear."

T. Mannis had the advantage of getting one of the Roxy Vanilla emails from the wrong email address. "theswordandtherose," another dubious adventure in rococo nomenclature. Mannis recognised that the email shared the same distinctive voice as Roxy Vanilla, but was signed differently: "Concerned CYRs," But over on Hillbuzz, the selfsame text was touted as THE LATEST EMAIL! coming straight from Roxy Vanilla. Whoops!

Mannis's reaction:

"If Hillbuzz would forward the email he claims to be from Roxy Vanilla to me, I'll be satisfied. I don't know if Hillbuzz even reads this blog, but if he reads this post he'll probably laugh this off and shout "F--- you, Mannis, you bug!" at his computer screen. Of course, he won't be able to hear you or me shouting "Prove it, Hillbuzz!" at our keyboards."

I would never want to minimize the seriousness of sexual harassment. But Hillbuzz turns the "sexual harassment" charge, which was settled to the satisfaction of the complainant, into "attempted date-rape," which actually does minimize the seriousness of date-rape:

A young woman met a young man at a social function held in a bar.
Walked, in the company of other people, to his apartment, despite being unsettled by his putting his hands on, according to her complaint, her neck, and her waist (outside the apartment) and her thigh (inside the apartment). They were still in the company of other people.
Where, when she wanted to go, he sat on her lap and took her cell phone, which she found threatening.
The other woman who was there didn't like this at all, grabbed her, and got her out of there.
The young woman complained to Rose's higher-ups.
Rose issued an apology.
The young woman accepted, and considered the matter closed, according to the Huffpo article: This issue was dealt with in the manner that I requested it to be dealt with and I consider it to be done and over with," she said in a recent email.

No mention is made of any clothes coming off, or private parts being touched, or a struggle of any sort. A larger, stronger guy sat in a smaller, weaker, woman's lap, after a boozy evening, in the presence of other people. This makes him a creep, undoubtedly, but is this the "explosive sexual scandal?"

The rest of the allegations are squishy, vague, anonymous of course, and treat young women (and men, Kevin reminds us) as if they were entirely helpless naifs, or seal pups, or something similarly uncomprehending and without volition. But if any other complaints of even slightly coercive behavior were made, nobody, not Hillbuzz or Roxy Vanilla or Eloise Gerson, mentions it. All we get is that the "Prophet" trolls CYR for bed partners, and finds them. Which Gerson (billed inHillbuzz's snappy graphics as " TRUTHTELLER") finds "shocking."

Guzzardi did interview Roupas, and says he was "frequently evasive in an interview," but gives no details of when, where, or how. Roupas claimed "not to know enough of the allegations to believe them," according to the Huffpo writer. Gerson's counsel, Steve Boulton, helpfully signed a statement saying that he'd told Roupas about the allegations in a phone call, but did not email him. The complainant had expressed her wish that the entire issue be handled internally, so as not to hurt the image of the Chicago Young Republicans, so Boulton seems here to be going against her wishes himself in taking the matter up with Cook County Republicans.

Since Snarkopolitan has no position or care in the world about who wins the title of Least Mud-Encrusted in the Illinois GOP Scuzz-Ball Invitational, I'm not going to join the fray on whether or not Lee Roupas should have hired Jeremy Rose, covered up his knowledge of the complaint or didn't think it serious enough to warrant attention, or which people should be forced out of where. If you want to see somebody who really enjoys a good mire-wallowing, with sides of muck-throwing, sliming, cheap moralizing, and double-dealing, you know where to find him.

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, who reminds you, she didn't pick this subject, this subject picked her!

A Gift From Mr. Flibberly

2010-12-14T10:02:00.007-05:00

No, not the usual sparkly thingy.

A much Flashier thingy!

Here.

~~Thank you, Mr. Flibberly.~~

(Conservative 'Splodey Brain Warning: on a scale of 1-10, I rate Mr. Flibberly's Flash thingy at 3 'Splodey Brains. Please bee advised and proceed accordingly. ; 0)

Mucking Around With Chicago Young Republicans: Hillbuzz's Prophet-Making Enterprise

2010-12-10T22:53:00.008-05:00

Identities shielded out of sheer embarrassment for the subjects

The absurd little man who once selected Snarkopolitan for random target practice, Kevin Dujan, aka Harvey Bilk, Lord Of The Flies at $hillbuzz (on right, sporting air of mystery and overactive antennae), collected his first real scalp this summer. Based largely on the paranoid Palinophile's not very reliable say-so, his erstwhile buddy, the president of Chicago Young Republicans (above, in pink turban) (and a purported member of the Mittens Mafia of Romney thuggery!!!) was forced out, and now Harvey's clamoring for more scalps. And more.

Harvey's confabulatory antics are well known to Snarkopolitan's, and other, rightier blogs', regular readers, and I really wasn't going to revive this post, but since Harvey's wading back into the icky goo of Chicago politics, a little perspective might be a good thing.

Time was when Harvey and the turbaned fellow above were, as a Chicago magazine put it, "Unlikely Friends." Heck, as the tagline says, "They’d probably be enemies if they weren’t best buds!" Oh true, oh inarguable! The friendship, in fact, must have gone awfully sour.

First, let's consider this quote:

"Unbalanced, vainglorious, and vindictive, yet exceedingly charming and bisexually attractive, “The Prophet” was fired by the Murphy campaign"

"The Prophet?" What is this, an airport paperback? It is fiction, isn't it? Triply adjectival horrible fiction?

It isn't fiction? Well, in a way. It is another Dujanian brew of Gothic poli-romance junk fiction, with more unsubstantiated accusations by mysterious anonymous shadow figures than populate the crumpled contents of Danielle Steele's wastebasket. "The Prophet," Dujan insists, is in fact the very same young man with whom he is posed up there as the Beast With Two Fronts!

And, even better, the unnamed group that emails Hillbuzz (and a few other Chicago RW polibloggers, not all of whom are persuaded) calls itself, ludicrously, "Roxy Vanilla."

This blog's interest in the particulars of Chicago Republican politics is miniscule, but if political organizations are going to start tricking themselves out like drag queens and posting rabid, foam-flecked perorations that are to oratory what armpit-solos are to violin concertos, we're going to have a look. And looky here at this spectacular piece of wroth-waxing:

"Resign PROPHET, just resign. Resign before you are thrown out. Or

do you want to go out in some blaze of glory and burn the whole
house down with you? That is more your style isn’t it. Guess
what? There are more surprises coming. Do not even think you are
smart or you can maneuver your way out. You lost. Go. Quit.
Resign. Leave town. Get out. Put Chicago in your rear view
mirror. Or risk suffering the consequences.

Roxy Vanilla"

There was more. There was so much, much, more. But when you read that frothing, fantastic coup-de-grace, you know that Dujan must have fantasized about using it ever since he was a sprout bouncing on his parents' sofa, using a bathmat for a cape. Charming picture, until you realize it's a power-drunk thirtyish blogger aiming it at a 23-year-old former friend.

Hillbuzz's "Roxy Vanilla" stirs up an accusation against the head of the Chicago Young Republicans that had been handled internally, to the evident satisfaction of the original complainant, a year before. What Kevin Dujan does not mention in reheating this leftover is that he has a conflict of interest. In an October 5 post examining the whole mess, one Michael Volpe charges:

While Hillbuzz has been the driving force in raising the profile of this story, its proprietor, Kevin Dujan, failed to disclose a conflict of his own. He was a Hillary Clinton supporter who joined the CYR to help John McCain get elected. He stayed on after the election, but in June of 2009 he was considered for the position of fundraising director. ([!]--ed.)When that position went to another member, Dujan had a very public blow-up and wasn't seen by the group again.

Michael Volpe is a blogger for Andrew Breitbart's Big Government, which would not ordinarily recommend him, to put it delicately, to this scandalously lefty blog. But it's interesting to see a Breitbart writer take on another blogger who has been doing his best to flirt with Breitbart. Given the pounds-per-square-inch of hissy fits, melodramatic outbursts, and passive-aggressiveness in any Hillbuzz post, it's not hard to imagine the reality of the "very public blow-up."

Volpe's article also details the divisions in the CYR that found Dujan parted from his "best bud," which tidbit of course Dujan omits in his breathless pulp-thriller plot.

Just as Snarkopolitan doesn't want to become embroiled in Chicago Republican (or any Republican!) politics, this blog isn't going to pass judgement one way or another on the young man Dujan was so eager to accuse, except to remind all parties to consider this particular source.

But this is not the end of the story. It actually gets crazier.

The crux of the accusation against "the Prophet" is that he either tried to put some cheesy moves on, or attempted to restrain by sitting on the lap of, a young woman who didn't find him compelling, and wanted to leave, which she subsequently did with another woman who'd been there the entire time. But Dujan doesn't give his audience details; he simply calls the encounter, "attempted date rape:"

"Murphy was provided with a copy of the attempted date rape complaint filed against “The Prophet” by a young Chicago woman back in July 2009; Murphy received that complaint while he was still attempting a gubernatorial bid of his own, running with a staff comprised squarely of “The Prophet” and other young, relatively inexperienced 'Romney Guys'”

Date rape? That's horrible. There are obviously ugly political currents underlying this post, but that's a serious charge the writer's passing along there. So the segue seems a little abrupt when in the comments of the same post, the readers are treated to this:

Hillbuzz Says:

July 16, 2010 at 10:40 am
"We will give him this: he is cute. especially when he first wakes up in the morning and is all mussed hair mr. blondy sleepy needs his coffee bear."

WAIT....What?

Oh, jeez. Of course.

After all, this is Hillbuzz! So Harvey Bilk has just published allegations that "the Prophet" may be a rapist, and now, in the comments of that same post, he's calling him "mussed hair mr. blondy sleepy needs his coff---"
blechh blechh blechhh!

Excuse me.

But what is the proper response when somebody tells you:

a. So-and-so should be investigated for committing rape.
b. And I've slept with him! And he is like, so cute!

Harvey's loyal readers have had a little trouble digesting this one, and some couldn't quite fight either the nausea or the cognitive dissonance:

B***** Says:

July 16, 2010 at 10:51 am
"Oh, ICK! What a geek!! Ip, I agree.
If this is the best Old Moneybags can DO, that’s just sad!

The Boyz said he was cute so I was expecting somebody MUCH more studly.
Not in a million years!"

Now fights there within the bosom of Harvey Bilk a battle royal between his Sammy Glickitudinous desire to advance himself, and his preening vanity, which begs that his readers recognize that he does NOT sleep with sad icky "if this is the best old Moneybags can do" unstudliness. No! He sleeps with positively adorable date-raping man-candy, prompting this exchange:

Hillbuzz Says:

July 16, 2010 at 11:01 am
"He is nerdy cute. And a surprisingly good snuggler."

Reply
B***** Says:

July 16, 2010 at 11:13 am
"TMI…TMI…TMI…TMI!!!!!

Boyz, have mercy!
Must…find…brain…bleach"

B***** and other of Harvey's followers are conflicted any old which way; is B***** repelled by the idea that Harvey's called a rapist "cute?" Or is she unable to handle the fairly tame mental image of two men snuggling? Or is it those two men? As Hillbuzz's audience gradually turned from Hillarophiles to Palinophiles, the number of people comfortable with even mild homoerotica undoubtedly dropped. Where she fit in the continuum is hard to say.

In any case, BRAIN BLEACH, STAT!

Boasted friend to women, and boastful lover of their (and some men's, too!) sexual predator, Harvey Bilk is quite a piece of work.

It's not funny that either this man has done what he is accused of, or else he is the innocent target of a Hillbuzz smear campaign. Or that there's a greyish, boozy, furry reality not easily discernible to anyone, even the participants.

As always, Harvey buries his hapless readers in yards and yards of unrelieved block text, in post after post about Chicago Republican politics that this blog is not going to try to dissect. Frankly, except for hoping that there was in fact no date-raping going on, this blog's official position is not to care.

Except to note that the all the raping, closeted, covering-up miscreants seem to be part of that damnable gang of smiley-faced Utah-based mafia, the Mormons, whose bland menace is represented in the Buzz-reviled person of Mitt Romney. Mittens is running, putatively, against the Kwittin' Image herself, former half-Governor Sarah Palin. And that might have everything to do with why Harvey Bilk has pulled the plug on a beautiful, unlikely friendship, one that got the retiring Mr. Bilk a write-up, by name, with picture, half a year before he went thermonuclear at the idea that he had been "outed."

The retiring and anonymous Mr. Bilk might also have forgotten an interview he gave to a magnificently credulous CBS reporter. Bilk happily gave his real name, the name of his virulently nutty online screedatorium, Hillbuzz, and FAN-ta-sized designing a green wardrobe for his inamorata, Sarah Palin.

And by green, he doesn't mean organic bamboo rayon, he really means GREEN. Because dressing like a Lucky Charms logo is sure to quieten the voices of Enviro-fascists who are not in love with the Alaskan Frozen Cheezkake. Excellent job of branding, Harvey.

How could the Palin campaign ever get by without you.

**BONUS!!**

Harvey's "All the Kids Love It When I Read My Hatemail Post turned into a Wordle! (Click through for full-size) "I" "Me" "My!"

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, who says, "Ask me about Tattoine Sarlacs! Go ahead, ask me!"

Trowel Dissection, Part Deux: Kevin Dujan Loves A Good Character

2010-12-02T21:52:00.031-05:00

Ya want lies with that, honey?

Oh, Brother! All right, she might exist. A snappy, red-haired, hash-slinging waitress named Shirley, who works in a Chicago diner, orders the customers to finish their vegetables, reads twinks for filth on their unflattering club kid outfits, and still is naively exuberant enough to wave at the television because Kevin Dujan is on it could possibly exist somewhere outside of Mr. Dujan's febrile imagination.

But she bears more than a passing resemblence to every Central Casting stock waitress ever to have slapped an order of Adam and Eve on a raft in front of a hard-boiled dick (tective! Pipe down, back there!) in a film noir since Philip Marlowe first pulled up the collar of his trenchcoat. Only in this case the hard-boiled dick (it's what they're called! All right?) is Kevin Dujan, survivor of nefarious left-wing plots, mercilessly bullied by the Forces of Evyll (the "bullying" coming mostly in the form of snickering. But hey, snickering hurts like fire!)

So far, Harvey Bilk's most enchanting characters have failed to materialize. The most glaring absence was the botched Glenn Beck rally meet-up, where all of Kevin's Brideshead ReRan characters were somehow somewhere else, despite Dujan's customers having paid for each of their rooms and travel: where was Panda? Where Robby? Sebastian Grey?

Eventually, Dujan simply stops talking about Sebastian Grey, whose clever little graphic looks suspiciously like...Kevin Dujan. Who is a "lifelong Democrat" of exactly the same stripe as Kevin Dujan. And, who most tellingly, writes exactly, lengthily, like Kevin Dujan. And who wrote just a couple of posts before disappearing, presumably back to his dashing life as a second-string Evelyn Waugh personage, fretfully plucking at the pills on his acrylic cricket sweater in the back of Dujan's overpopulated imagination, waiting for his next call on the bench next to Ann-Louise Melton in her Eve Arden-smart hopsacking suit, adorable Panda, dear little Niblet, and other characters named after whatever other previously inanimate foodstuffs Dujan found he could turn into Lewis Carroll-like figures (Alice? Pudding! Pudding? Alice! Take away the Pudding!) because his eye fell upon them while in the midst of a creative seizure, whether on his plate, in the pantry, or perhaps waving from the late-night television screen. Anyone for a Patty Melt? Writes exactly like Sebastian Gray, which is to say exactly like our own fabulist Kevin Dujan!

So here we are back at Shirley the snappy waitress, who slings hash with pride, but has a secret sorrow: no, not being a lesbian--this is Boystown! No no, worse: she is a Conservative! A Conservative Lesbian waitress, and just one of a circle of Conservative Lesbians, so thrilled to see Dujan bravely representing the Gay Conservative underclass on the Tube that Shirley stands up and waves at him on the TV like a tweeny-bopper at a Justin Beiber concert.

It seems that Shirley is grateful, because she, as a Republican, is part of an oppressed minority for whose rights Kevin is now bravely fighting: members of the service industry whose employers monitor their right-wing reading matter.

Introducing Eye-Candy Dan, a 23-year-old who walks around Boystown with a copy of George W Bush's biography under his arm, causing the owner of the bar where he works to erupt in fury and, according to Dujan, fire him:

“You aren’t a Republican, are you?”, the owner asked him. “Because you can’t work here if you are a Republican. Your ass is gone if you are Republican”.

(Charming patchwork effect thanks to Googlecache.)

Add Eye-Candy Dan to Scaredy-Cat Craig, the bartender who's afraid to be seen talking to Kevin Dujan, the both of them victimized, like Shirley the Waving Waitress, by relentless persecution from the Lefty Haters of Boystown.

Here I have a personal detail to reveal. A couple of decades ago, I, Mrs. Polly, worked for a gay bar. It was a drag bar in the middle of North Carolina, and after I did Art Deco-esque murals behind the upstairs bar, the owner hired me to be a kind of bouncer for the drag queens' dressing room. I was really sort of like the nanny goat in a stable of thoroughbreds.

I had a simply wonderful time with the DQs, who treated me as a combination living Barbie Head (my unprocessed hair was always good for a few hot-roller experiments), and drag-guardian (their sparkly articles were referred to thusly: "thanks for watching over my drag, honey").

It would of course be wrong to extrapolate the behavior of all bar owners from my couple of years of experience, but I still feel safe in saying that all a bar owner is interested in is employees who will show up reliably and keep their fingers out of the till. My North Carolingian drag-bar employer hired drag queen rednecks (yes!), and would have hired Jesse Helms himself if his physique had been better and he'd been willing to dance in a go-go cage.

So Dujan's fantastic and typically unsupported tale of persecution is even more ludicrous than the usual, though "I will reveal the details if ever "Dan" finds another job" can be added to the list of promises which Harvey Bilk's cult members are not likely to see fulfilled (Pictures of the Glenn Beck Rally, anybody?). A bartender's job is to sell drinks. If he looks hot, he'll sell more drinks (and make better tips), and the bar owner doesn't give a flying fig who the bartender talks to as long as his money's good. Period, Finis.

Surely, some of Harvey Bilk's characters must exist, musn't they? Perhaps so. The trouble is telling which, since we know Harvey's, to be kind, a creative writer. Putting himself at two different Thanksgiving tables to construct the same sad craft-paper turkey is just one example of what multitudes he contains. Or, to be succinct: he's a liar.

We do know, however, that some of Harvey Bilk's, or Kevin Dujan's, characters absolutely exist. Who are they? His victims. His victims, his victims. If he attacks someone, he usually does it by full name and location if he can get hold of it, over and over. His fabrications, tellingly, are always the same: that his supposed antagonists wish him to die of AIDS, even the gay ones, whether live or by email. It's an ugly, ugly, accusation, an ugly, ugly thought, and, after twenty-five years of the world's living with AIDS, curiously behind-the-times. Though bigots may still resort to wishing AIDS upon homosexuals, there is a wealth, sad to say, of (don't bother if you don't have to with this depressing link; it's just for verification) other slurs frequently employed by homophobes in 2010. Teenagers on Facebook, for example?

That every hateful person in contact with Kevin Dujan uses the exact same expression once again points to the fabricated nature of his complaints. It's the work of a lazy fiction writer. It also points to Kevin Dujan's sad, repellent, interior.

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, part of an ever-growing network of post-Dujan blogs left and right. Cheers, kids! What a long strange trip, etc!

Hillbuzz: Trowel Dissection 101

2010-11-28T20:09:00.007-05:00

Go ahead, Harvey--live your dream!

"The greatest regret in my life is that I couldn’t wear the uniform and serve this country as a Marine." --Kevin Dujan, .

Well now, that's a shame, but Kevin, you should take heart--and Snarkopolitan would be proud to assist you in a little bit of self-actualization. Reading your 1100-word lament was so heart-rending that we (that is, "I"--bad Polly! You know there's only one of you!) forgive you for targeting this then-defunct, now alive-and-kicking blog. Snarko is here due to you, Harvey Bilk! So let us help you walk tall.

Although, at 33 (Jesus' age!) you are now officially too old to enlist in the Marines proper, there are plenty of other branches of the service willing to take you, especially now that DADT is on its way out. Recruiters are now openly ignoring DADT. Of course, many other LGBTs didn't let DADT stop them and just lived with being closeted the best they could, the better to serve their country. Here is a link to OUTSERVE, an organization specifically for LGBT military. The culture is changing; my supervisor, who served four tours of duty in active combat in both Iraq wars, said, "Why should I care what the guy is holding the gun, long as he can cover me?"

Here are the maximum ages for enlistment in the service. You can see that you're well within range for a number of branches!

Army - 42 (must ship to basic training prior to 42nd birthday)

Air force - 27

Navy - 34

Marines - 28

Coast Guard - 27. Note: Up to age 32 for those selected to attend A-school directly up to enlistment (this is mostly for prior service).

Reserve

Army Reserves - 42 (must ship to basic training prior to 42nd birthday)

Army National Guard - 35 (changed from 42 in 2009)

Air Force Reserve - 34

Air National Guard 40 (Change from 34 in Aug 2009)

Navaol Reserves - 39

Marine corps Reserve - 29

Coast Guard Reserves - Age 39

There you go. Even if you're a little out of shape, there's no better health club than the one they have at the local base--my friend's cousin Debbie was 48, overweight, and diabetic. She'd been in the Guard in the '80s, and was called back, whipped into shape at Fort Drum, and shipped out to drive trucks in Iraq. They obviously need people. One of those people could be you! It's terrible to see a young man pining for what he thinks is unattainable, when it's actually within his grasp. Go for it, Kevin!

Never Give Up!

Never Surrender! Fix Garden Implements! Do it for Cleveland!

You're welcome.

*Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, thanks to the tender ministrations of Kevin Dujan. **Special Note to Kevin: the military stuff is good, but to really bring in the sawbucks, needs MOAR NUNS ; ^ }

*Snarkofriend and fellow prosecutee, Betty Cracker, has an uproarious "graphic novelini" devoted to the $hillbuzz Executive Decision-making Process. Go and laugh!

My Reality's Better! A Peaceful Delusion For The Season

2010-11-27T20:26:00.003-05:00

Kim Jong-il, having gotten all the negative attention the dictator of a tenth-rate nuclear power could wish for, agrees to cease trading insults and ICBMs with the South, and accepts the Obama Administration's offer of fruit baskets for everybody, and an invitation to show Pulgasari, his home-made-with-the-help-of-the famous-director-and-his-wife-whom-he-kidnapped, monster movie at the WH.

PULGASARI!

Look! He's eating the needle!

(X-posted at Rumproast, America's Meatiest Blog, and brought to you as always, by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, where second life needs no linden dollars. Thanks, Kevin Dujan! Aren't you glad? I know I am. ; 0 })

Happy Hillidaze! Requiem For A Real Turkey

2010-11-25T14:01:00.003-05:00

Amazing. He has time to put up eight posts by two PM, despite his exhausting schedule of nonstop altruism. No matter how done he is, he still keeps gobbling!

**UPDATE** Fourteen (14) posts on Thanksgiving, including Arts and Crafts with all his friends, whose pictures, nay, even pictures of his friends' hands making crafts, never appear. I can understand their reluctance. The Internet is a crazy place. The Shillbuzzed Community's sympathies to new Dujan victim M. M. (He gives her full name and location, of course! I hope she doesn't have an Ebay business to expose!)who will shortly be feeling the full effects of her unwitting exposure to the World's Crummiest Would-Be Cult Leader. This is why I am not yet ready to let bygones be bygones. The World's Crummiest Would-Be Cult Leader will continue to cry victim while victimizing others, which just burns me.

Oh well. Enjoy your day, friends, however you spend it. We're able to talk to each other, and I'm thankful for that.

The Sliming, Part Deux:Flim-Flam Dujan Repeats His False Charges

2010-11-24T02:04:00.009-05:00

Burning bridges and readers since at least 2008

It's a press release. It is sprinkled with gems like this:

DuJan, a marketing and fundraising consultant, has created a community onHillbuzz.org that allows gays and conservatives to get to know each other in a respectful, irreverent, but always pro-America environment.

There will be a short pause while ex-Hillbuzzers stop rolling in the aisles and clutching their sides in a respectful, irreverent, but always pro-America way. As it is by Dujan **UPDATE** My good friend YAFB points out that it's actually by a Hillbuzzer who's involved with publicity, whose name I'm not going to use because it's not, exactly, her best work, and now back to our blog post in progress**, it is naturally five times longer than it should be--you'd think a marketing consultant would know these things, but really, his specialty has always been fundraising, hasn't it!

But let's be unDujanian and cut to the chase:

religious people don’t hate us as much as our own leaders do…as much as the Democrat Party in fact does," says DuJan, who has been the subject of smear campaigns orchestrated by liberal and leftist hate sites.

And guess where he links! "Thank you for your support," in which he replays the entire Grand Inquisition Hit Parade, from Snarkopolitan to George Soros to the Man In The Moon. We remember that tune, don't we! Pretty ballsy coming from the Conductor of the Smear Campaign Orchestra.

This classic tissue of lies (mattress of lies, more like) is dated 11/1/10. That was before Kevin Dujan made the mistake of letting his contempt for his readers, much less the truth, show a little too openly. The last time he attacked my innocent friends and me, I thought the entire Right-O-Sphere was going to go after us, but this time, his brand is soiled, and people are just beginning to become aware that Kevin Dujan is a con-artist and liar of the first water. Indeed, I might admire his inventiveness if it weren't used to injure other people.

But even though he's lost most of his audience, it's not like it hasn't happened before; he just reconstitutes, depends on short memories and the fatigue of normal people who try to deal with him, and there he is back at the delete button (which must currently be smoking), madly typing, or texting, away, bathed only in the glow of his Paypal logo, trusting that he can attract a fresh bunch of marks by feeding them star-spangled malarkey.

He's managed to convince a number of harried media producers with minutes to fill and no research budgets, that he is the go-to conservative blogger Bristol Palin can thank for her dance across America's hearts (or spleens, depending), through an "orchestrated campaign" of his own. Sounds like they're actually reading that press release. (BTW, Hillbuzz, says the press release, offers:

commentary and illustrations from several undercover Conservative and Independent contributors.

That's right, illustrators whose work is now appearing uncredited: you are "UNDERCOVER."

In the "Thank You For Your Support" post, (AKA "Mattress of Lies"), Dujan thoughtfully includes links to all the Right-Wing websites that picked up the story and passed it along. It brought him a great deal of recognition, readers, and money. It brought me a bunch of nightmares, a new-found appreciation for cheap happy-hour margaritas, and other ills I've detailed before. But now that I see it again, it strikes me just how handy those links are for, say, former Hillbuzzers (I'm calling them RefuBees) to use to make very clear that the "Boyz" of Hillbuzz are a single scheming shlub whose learning curve is flatter than his prose.

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog~~oh, I was going to write such a different post until I read that press release! I had such a good Blingee! Oh, well. A lovely Thanksgiving to all. Mrs. P

Dancing The Electric BugZapALoo

2010-11-20T13:44:00.000-05:00

Let us use Tesla's Power for Good!

Here at Snarkopolitan, we, that is I (have to stop doing that!) have a so-far unstated, because so-far unformulated, because so-far unneeded, policy toward moderation, dissent (a-hah! she's been reading elsewhere, again!), and trolling, what is it, do trolls really live under bridges, will people be declared trolls and zapped or will I be rude to them, etc etc.

From the past several months of snarking a particularly paranoid blogger's InstaTroll Kit, you can probably deduce that I am not going to want to do the same. And I don't like the designation "troll" anyway. If somebody shows up and keeps spraying graffiti on my sofa cushions, I might have to use the horrible Power with which Blogger has invested me, but disagreement, even strong disagreement, is not going to be deleted or considered trolling, even if reading the very words feels like being covered in fire-ants.

Those commenters I disagree with, I will answer, not delete, if I'm not too tired, busy, or preoccupied with pruning my Euphorbia), and I will do my best to adhere to my father's admonition,"Never say anything you wouldn't be proud to have on the front page of the New York Times." I also believe in being respectful to readers, but if somebody in my opinion crosses a line, I will say so. I think that's fair. I am talking about tone, not content. Yesterday, something along that line happened, and I invite anybody who isn't already bored and saying, "Good Lord, that post is running long...she's beginning to sound like you-know-who," to review the comments of yesterday (Snarkopolitan's only 100+ comment post, and likely to remain so!), and see if I was peremptory or unfair.

All right, enough of that! It's Saturday, and we're going to see Scissors Dancing!

Hillbuzz: Ask Not For Whom The Bull Trolls

2010-11-17T15:19:00.005-05:00

Seeing the world through troll-colored glasses

To Kevin Dujan, the World's Crappiest Cult Leader, All the World's a Troll. Take his easy online Troll Recognition Course, available for only a few easy payments, and learn how the slightest dissent turns anyone, even a long-term supporter, into a troll! (worst crime: "Kevin, could you maybe edit this a little?") Watch as Bev The Enforcer drop-kicks discussions into the next time-zone ("This is trolling, and has to end NOW!") and thrill as hapless regulars try to absorb Harvey Bilk's rampant paranoia in instructional form:

"(2) Keep using logic and calm, reasoned tones with the trolls. Keep calling them out, but in a non-flaming, non-name-calling way. Just keep saying, “You might not mean to, but you sure sound like a troll for the following reasons…” or “What you are saying sounds really fishy, almost as if you were a plant sent here by the Romney Campaign or the Cocktail Party GOP establishment.

Very almost rational and non-flaming, there, Harvey. Now I'm beginning to wonder if you're not a DNC plant yourself, placed to lure conservatives into making an ever-more ludicrous spectacle of themselves as they cast each other into the Truth Pond and watch the innocents sink.

Special Blingee of Merit for Comment Most Likely To Finish Pushing Harvey Over The Edge:

dallasbound Says:

November 17, 2010 at 1:29 pm

Have you thought about setting up a paypal account (or something similar) for donations? I’d give in a heartbeat.

Oh, I think he has, dallasbound. Good luck on your trip! Call when you get there; we worry. (H/T: my esteemed colleague and fellow-prosecutee--Betty Cracker. Hey Kevin--CASSEROLES. BOO!)

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, jolted to life by this very same Harvey Bilk, and serving the I Can't Believe I Was Hillbuzzed! Community since about yesterday this time. Hello, Recoverees!

Hillbuzz USO Post, or, What Have You Done To Attack A War Widow Today?

2010-11-08T11:48:00.025-05:00

SAD SAX--no futuristic dystopia is complete without him!

They are all heart over at Hillbuzz. Proprietor Harvey Bilk, aka Kevin Dujan, exhorted his conservative followers to volunteer one day a year for the USO, with this encouraging call-to-arms:

"Conservatives need to start telling little Susie and Billy they have to miss ballet and hockey ONE DAMN DAY in November and December. There will be plenty of crap for you to buy at Costco the next day, I swear.

It is shameful you invoke God whenever it’s time to judge others but you love sitting on that butt of yours drinking your Pepsi instead of helping people who need it at the holidays."

That was bracing, wasn't it! It certainly frosted Dujan's new Rush-referred audience, as well as some of his regular Sarah Palinophiliacs. Dujan went on, ludicrously (and, as it was a Saturday night, perhaps drunkenly), to insist on his Rev. Moon-like edict, no matter what the real-life situations of his readers, posting simply, "What have you done for the USO?" and "Please elucidate" in answer to offended readers, including the widow of a soldier:

shelby68 Says:

November 7, 2010 at 2:11 am

USO is not organization which receives my family’s charitable time or charitable donations. My former husband already gave the ultimate sacrifice to the military and to the country. I think our family’s contributions to the government and to the military are marked paid in full.

Hillbuzz Says:

November 7, 2010 at 2:37 am
What do you do for the USO?
If nothing, please explain why you can’t find one day a week to support our troops.
Am dying to hear why you are too busy or important to volunteer.
Please explain

A couple of Hillbuzzers tried to head Harvey (sorry, I just like my name for him best) off from the precipice, but he was bound and determined to jump:

JkR Says:

November 7, 2010 at 8:29 am

I think that you missed the part where she is a widow of a soldier KIA.

Oh, but Harvey hasn't missed it at all! Why should a soldier's widow get a pass from Harvey on the arbitrary symbolic service Harvey has picked out for her, or anybody, no matter how much they give in their own way, of their own free will?

(Here I would like just to note that no sane person, liberal or not, would accuse conservatives of laziness, or lack of charitable giving; libs may object to conservatives' choice of charities [those promoting the intrusion of church into state, for instance], but it's just plain moonbarking nuts to insist conservatives don't give.)

Hillbuzz loyalists performed thanklessly athletic contortions to excuse Dujan's weirdly inhumane hissy fit:

P Says:

November 7, 2010 at 1:43 am

Kevin, are you drunk?

Hillbuzz Says:

November 7, 2010 at 2:47 am
Why haven’t you listed what you do instead of volunteering for the USO at the holidays?
I am waiting.
I have not had a drink since Pride in June, honey.
You want to call me drunk for calling out conservative laziness. So be it.
Still want to know why you sit on your butt all day when there is stuff to be done.
How about answering that instead of insulting me?

OK! Not drunk. Meth? Or not enough lithium, perhaps, but not drunk! And so the thread went, a study in group dynamics, peer-pressure, rationalization, and a master-class in passive aggression. "Don't worry," multiple Hillbuzzers reassured the outraged newbies, "it's a troll. It isn't usually like this. This isn't our Kevin."

My good friend Strangeappar8us suggests reading the thread while listening to the theme from North By Northwest, while I find the comments sound best read in Peter Lorre's voice:

"You must...excuse the master....he's not usually like this....he's been under a terrible strain..."

The fearsome KOS has hacked us! It doesn't sound like Kevin at all!--it's a psy-ops trick of Kevin's to toughen us! The excuses knotted up that thread and the open thread after it, but the Hillbuzzards also made clear why the astonishing nastiness and downright loopiness of the USO thread Kevin was no fluke. First, a rare lucid commenter:

Debra Says:

November 7, 2010 at 8:15 pm

This whole “it was a hacker” theory has lost it’s credibility as the day wears on and Hillbuzz posts other posts. I’ll give Kevin a hissy fit, but he needs to at the very least acknowledge that it was a hissy fit, and apologize to the posters where he needs to apologize. Just calling Kevin or Hillbuzz out on something does not make someone a troll. And just because it may not have bothered you doesn’t mean that you get to tell us how to feel about it – you can feel like it was about absolutely nothing, but I was irritated by the post and I have a very high tolerance rate for that kind of stuff. I can blow it off after initially being steamed but others may not be able to, and I understand that.

Naturally, logic at Hillbuzz got Debra only mixed success:

Suz Says:

November 7, 2010 at 9:28 pm
It’s not Kevin.
Reply
Ad rem Says:

November 7, 2010 at 10:57 pm
Amen Debra!

Then, uber-devotees showed how the inherent awfulness that is the Hillbuzz way inevitably makes itself manifest:

Karma Says:

November 8, 2010 at 2:38 am

Hurt fee fees vs troops who are risking their lives.

I don’t have the ‘holier-than-thou attitude’ and ‘you deserved it’ mantra. I noted the difference that conservatives here take when the snark is pointed at them and rather than liberals. Like it or not. If you can dish it out but you can’t take it…that is hypocritical.

Also the indignation started before the lady with the ‘former husband’ who gave the ‘ultimate sacrifice’ posted. She didn’t really call herself a ‘fallen soldier’s widow’ but when looking at the time stamps. It looks like HillBuzz went down the list of whiners and posted the same basic question.

“What have you done for the troops?”

Like it or not that isn’t an offensive question to ask a military widow even if he saw that she was one.

If anything it honors her husband by a stranger thinking of the troops. Of all the vets I know, the bonding experienced in war and to the soldiers who are still alive, run deep. Without fail they want the men who have passed and are still alive to be appreciated….even if they never served together.

You can still pretend hurt fee fees are more important than appreciating the troops. But I can’t and won’t….military families know the deal. Chances are high your beloved father, husband, son, wife, daughter might not come home during war.

The argument still stands even with the victim card thrown by you. Donating time to troops vs hurt fee fees over a post…ugh…makes my stomach turn it is so lame.

So, finally, we have arrived. Enough with the posturing: to "Karma," and the real true Buzzdolts, Harvey the BlunderGnome is completely justified attacking the fallen soldier's wife; she's playing the victim card!

Playing the victim card brings us to Dujan's original post, which remains deeply offensive for all sorts of reasons not observed by the wounded conservatives:

First, if anybody is so suggestible as to take Dujan's tone of aggrieved martyrdom seriously, then that person would have to conclude that helping people with AIDS is unrelievedly awful. What a disservice to AIDs volunteerism that would be; fortunately, most sensible people will question the veracity of many parts of Dujan's, as usual, unsubstantiated tale of persecution, this time by his "clients:" people with AIDS who hate him for no good reason at all!

"I am not asking you to bring meals to AIDS shut-ins and clean their apartments on holidays – I do that too, it is NOT fun, and the people I do this for are always mean to me and resent me for being healthy."

Those who have actually done the work will know that terribly ill people have their ups and downs, but if the PWAs receiving the tender care of Kevin Dujan universally hate him, something else is happening besides jealousy of his health (nobody could envy his mental health, for instance).

Ingrates! Those terribly ill PWAs are always mean to poor Harvey! And he feeds the homeless, too, even though:

"I am not asking you to feed the homeless – I do that, and it is scary and terrible."

How odd that my experience feeding the homeless (goodwill-purchased bread machine, many homeless men and women enjoying happy still-warm loaves and East Village cheese store bargains--it's still open, btw, go and buy wonderful cheese!--) was heartwarming and restorative to all of us. I feel selfish for enjoying it so much, instead of suffering as Harvey Bilk does when he does something good. Once a year.

It would be hilarious if it weren't so horrid. Richard Dawkins himself would pray for the day of judgement just so the shade of the husband whose wife Harvey and his buzzing ghouls insulted could rise up and stare these grotesques down as devils drag them into perdition.

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, in between stretches of real, genuine, pleasant, non-Buzzy living!

Hillbuzz Open Threat-Note To Hillbuzzers: Oh Yes, That's Him Alright!

2010-11-07T15:06:00.005-05:00

Even the ever-suppurating neurons of Harvey Bilk must occasionally take an hour off from generating accusations of slander and bathetic jingoistic buffoonery!

If you landed on this page by accident, unlike the unpleasant creatures above, my apologies. These are the sad little colonists of Hillbuzz, whose owner is climbing his way up the political opportunist's ladder one whisper campaign at a time. It's a long story.

But my regular readers will recognize the graphic above, no doubt. Having a life to lead and all, I just can't equal Harvey Bilk's output, ever. But there should be a place to note his more egregious tomfoolery, and so, without further ado, Snarkopolitan's first open thread!

**UPDATE**

Mr. Dujan's readers are trying their best to excuse his nutty and unnecessarily vicious, self-ennobling, Holier Than Everybody, USO thread. No dears, you have simply been sucked into the imaginings of the World's Crummiest Would-Be Cult Leader. When I have more time, I'll illustrate exactly why yes, that IS Kevin Dujan taking a smarmy dump on you all.

brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly, who cannot keep up as she does not have the strength of the Mad.

Hey Kevin, Madame Secretary Called

2010-10-29T15:36:00.005-04:00

Now it can be revealed! Kevin Dujan's fifth imaginary friend!

--And she wants her cardboard cut-out back, so it can be given to someone who respects her more, like Jon Favreau.

So much craziness, so little time. My apologies to my ones of readers, who have followed this halting narrative ever since Kevin Dujan, (aka "Harvey Bilk", or lately, "Uremic Heap") decided to use me and my then-dormant blog for lucrative target-practice, but life keeps intervening, or else I just don't have the drive of the Mad the way he does. I can barely manage to be one person, for instance, whereas he's managed to dupe his readers into believing that he's a bunch of "boiz," all of whom need support (samoleons)!

I will be continuing to put up posts, and have half-a-dozen going on sale shortly, because, although they're past their freshness date, they're still okay, and won't give you any more of a stomach ache than can be had by reading his awful, awful, blog. So stay tuned, and thank you so much for your more than patience.

brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, constantly falling behind the skulduggery of the skulduggerers, center cannot hold, worst full of passionate intensity, etc etc.

Hillbuzz: Use "Victory Mosque" For Political Win!

2010-08-16T10:43:00.005-04:00

Cheerfully sociopathic Harvey Bilk is not one to mince words:

"YOU need to help us brainstorm creative ways to take down the Democrat Party with this Islamic Victory Mosque issue.

First up, calling it the “Victory Mosque” is key. Get that into every dialogue on this issue. Make that the term that’s used in debate. The idea of a “Victory Mosque”

Does it matter to Harvey that the "Mosque" is more like the YMCA, complete with swimming pool, the Imam is a friend of Grover Norquist AND George Bush? Or that the Cordoba Center has extensive Jewish and Christian support? No, not as long as there's a hatred to exploit for his own purposes.

In the sad history of cynical operators, idealogues, and innocents, we know where Harvey lands. He hasn't the courage of any convictions, save that power is fun, and he's going to get him some, no matter the cost to anybody else.

Well, Harvey, you are not the only person who can retitle a facility for your own conniving purposes. From here on in, I suggest that genuine lovers of freedom of expression, religious and otherwise, refer to YMCAs as, "Victory Cathedrals," and learn to bend our vocal chords around the following tune:

It's fun to stay at the Vic-To-Ree Cathedral,

It's fun to stay at the Vic-To-Ree Cathedral....

Brought to you as always by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, shocked to life by this very same Harvey Bilk, and fruitlessly searching for brains ever since.

Hillbuzz: RRRaaacist Or Not? YOU Be The Judge! Tonight's Show: "Especially If They're Black"

2010-08-16T00:33:00.013-04:00

"I don't see why it's wrong; what think you?"

The following headline from the awful blog that once tried to make a meal out of poor old neglected Snarkopolitan falls into a category of communication that I like to call Questions That Answer Themselves:

QUESTION: Should children of a president never be criticized (especially if they are black)?

That, of course, would be Lord of the Flies at Hillbuzz, Harvey Bilk, artlessly wondering, in his sociopathic way, why he shouldn't light into the first daughters, since they may not be Obama's daughters at all; daughters that perfect couldn't come from those parents, and besides, they look nothing like him!

This although, Harvey airily admits (still writing in the imaginary plural),

"it’s something that’s never occurred to us before, because we never write about the current “president’s” daughters and have never bothered to learn which of the girls is which."

Yes! He just can't tell the Obama girls apart! But let's cut him some slack; after all, we know Harvey isn't interested in shallow, mutable, deceiving externals like personal appearance.

All right, I'm better now. I had to lie down for a minute with a gin bottle pressed against my forehead.

"we really don’t believe they’re even his girls, because they look nothing like him," sniffs Harvey, before going on to delight his collection of sissy-hating Hillbuzzers with a little Obama-centered homophobia,

"and because the current “president” is a closeted gay man we have a very hard time believing has ever slept with a woman…let alone the person who is the current “First Spouse.”

(Wishing may not make it so, but quotation marks come close.)

Most of Harvey's commenters, while less tone-deaf than Dr. Laura's would-be Soul Sister, rationalize away their joy in shredding the President's children because questioning their parentage and snarking their clothing is not aimed at the cheeldren; their mother dresses them! Nine-year-old Sasha (described by Dujan's one actuall co-blogger, "Grammy Hillbuzz," as having "weird feet"), wouldn't feel upset at having her parentage questioned and her clothing called ugly, now, would she? The Hillbuzzers are just concerned.

But, one commenter wonders, when will we get back to Harvey's real point, which is the terrible privations he suffers not being able to criticize the President's children, since they are black?

sophie Says:

August 15, 2010 at 9:22 pm
I think the original post raised a larger question ? Can we never criticize racial minorities, or risk being viewed as racists?
I think the Obama’s have been handled with the softest of kid gloves on this issue, to the detriment of our country.

Finally! After a number of commenters dropped the ball, arguing with a "troll" who objected to their even discussing the children, Sophie gets the whole picture: it's time to take off the kid gloves and get to work. Harvey has the answer he wanted at last.

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Dujan-Vue: Hillbuzz Boiz AWOL, All One Of Them.

2010-08-05T14:17:00.008-04:00

Lord of the Flies Harvey Bilk conferring with a few of his imaginary friends.

First, for passers-by, why isn't the author of this little blog out admiring the heliotrope instead of devoting so much space to repeatedly slamming a larger, obviously crazy blog? Context here. Now then.

For pity's sake, clueless Hillbuzzers: there are no other "Boiz." New co-blogger/scullery wench "Chrissy the Hyphenated" (Nitwit-American?), when she was given the ~~drudge work~~ exquisite privilege of writing full posts for Harvey Bilk, didn't expect that she would suddenly become a solo act. But Harvey has gone missing, for days, without a word to his people. And none of the other "boiz" who make up the Hillbuzz brand have the cojones to come forward and fill in! But Chrissy isn't worried; she has "mommy instincts":

chrissythehyphenated Says:

August 5, 2010 at 10:35 am
I have gotten a few email from Kevin this week about two things — designing a new site for Hillbuzz and a humongous annual gay festival in Chi-town this weekend.

He wanted me to do something graphic for the festival, but hasn’t sent me the base graphic, which would only require him to snap and email one photo.

Based on these tiny clues, my well-honed mommy instincts suggest he’s physically fine, just busier than a one armed paper hanger.

As for the rest of the Boyz … I have no clue! The only one who emails with me is Kevin.
(emphasis mine, you betcha.)

Chrissy has rather hilariously siezed the opportunity to turn Hillbuzz into an excuse to post pictures of her hapless grandbaby, whose helpless adorableness is a welcome change from Nana's usual relentless anti-Michelle Obama hatchet-jobs (Conveniently collected on the top menu bar of Hillbuzz for all your hating needs). The story of how he became "Baby Buzz," featured mascot on Grammy's Hate Site, will no doubt be a great ice-breaker when he's a little older.

Meanwhile, where on earth are the Boiz, with their seamlessly acrid, tonally identical, yards-long passive-agressive rants? Last year, regular Hillbuzz readers may remember, they vanished for most of July, leaving the blog dark and the loyal Hillbuzzers baffled, worried, and forlorn.

Harvey has wiped all of the evidence from the blog, but the few remaining Hillbuzzers from last year surely remember his inflounce, which was such a perfect specimen of petulant rationalization that it attracted a certain amount of mockery, and was subsequently pulled. There are two remaining testaments to the whole episode: 1. The Hillbuzz archives: July 2009 is simply missing. And, 2. a single comment in the Time-Out Chicago article about Kevin Dujan and his then-buddy, disgraced (by Dujan himself!) former Chicago Young Republican, Jeremy Rose:

Posted by Girlpower on Tue, Jul 07, 09, at 7:45pm
Hey, Kevin, Your buzz fans miss you! When are you coming home?

There is a great, great deal more about Harvey and his buddy/paramour/whathaveyou, Mr. Rose, which shall come in later posts which were begun earlier and have to be updated as a single person with a regular job tries to keep up with the underemployed and hyperactive multiple personalities over there. But here's something to think on, while we gather our collective, yet singular, breaths: what could be easier than inventing a group and claiming that one is heroically shielding their identities?

brought to you, as always, by Mrs. Polly of Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, mostly, with apologies for the irregularity, but unlike certain "consultants" running marathons of begging, Mrs. Polly works!

Sarah Palin Is Positively Polarizing!

2010-07-20T11:25:00.009-04:00

New-ku-lar Winter's Comin' Early!

First, apologies to my fours of readers for the long, employment-based absence, during which many, many wonderfully awful happenings went unremarked by anybody but the whole entire rest of the blogosphere, where I hope they found succor.

Second, it is just plain impossible to keep pace with the bubbling cauldron of lunacy over at that place which once had my poor little defunct blog in its crosshairs, because I do not have the strength of the Mad; Harvey's One-Stop All-You-Can-Hate Shack has stayed open for business 24/7. But I bring you this latest morsel, and hope to find a few more from the murky stew he keeps reheating, soon:

Hillbuzz is now trying to "take back" the term "Polarizing" and make it into a positive. Brilliant! Next, he/they can work on making "Ignorant," "Jingoistic," "Self-righteous," "Quitter," "Paranoid" and "Shameless" into positives. Given the material he/they* have to work with, it's a technique he/they* had better learn to perfect.

*Look at the graceless, exhausting, sameness of HB's endless river of phlegmy prose , combined with no physical manifestation of any "boiz" except for Harvey. Two dollars says that "Panda" is sitting on Harvey's bed right now, sporting tear-soaked modacrylic fur, kapok stuffing, and a missing ear.

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Hillbuzz: Absolutely Fatuous

2010-05-26T02:38:00.005-04:00

Why are Pats and Palin depicted in front of the White House? Because they've an equal chance of getting into it, darling.

Pointlessly prolific Harvey Bilk of Shillbuzz loves reruns, and "Class V Crass" is a perennial fave at Harvey's Emporium of Warmed-Over Wingnuttery. It's unsurprising, since his audience demands quantity, not quality, that he should turn to some well-worn classics again and again.

The Lord of the Flies at Shillbuzz uses the series to contrast First Spouse Michelle Obama (no "Lady" for Michelle; rather than call her that, he'll just eschew the term completely!) with First Spouses he prefers, including poor First Drinker Mamie Eisenhower, and, hilariously, LOU HOOVER, much admired for her patience in having to live with the clueless Herbert, who lent his name to so many small cardboard towns during the Great Depression.

Now Shillbuzz has a poll on which First Spouse to slam Michelle with next, as well as the newest installment, which depicts Alaska's Half-First Dude (or is it First Half-Dude? One never is sure about courtesy titles for quitters' spouses) with, of course, Baby Trig, whom he is carefully trying to keep out of the media spotlight, as a caring parent would, you know.

Todd, incidentally, may also bear the honor of being America's first Ominous Shadow Half-Governor, in which case Sarah might just be her own Half First Spouse, or First Half---oh hell, you get the picture. Now that's Mavericky. Anyway, wouldn't having a First Spouse under investigation be exciting! And it doesn't matter which Palin, because both of them have been investigated and found guilty!

While lacking the resources of Shillbuzz's Mystery Photoshopper--and in particular the Photoshop, we* have endeavored to provide just a little of that sort of edgy fun for Snarkopolitan's fives of readers. And doesn't Harvey's beloved Sarah deserve to be compared with the best? So here she is, rocking the same 'do in her retro-ironic way years before Sarah ever picked up the Aqua-Net. Both gals are utilizing their second-favorite props, sporting designer apparel of dubious provenance, and blowing smoke. The difference is that in Pats' case, you know the worst it could be is weed.

Sure, the Class V Crass series seems shallow, pissy, the sort of thing someone does who is seriously underemployed and possessing of a damaged psyche which can only feel good by projecting its self-hatred outward onto an undeserving hate-object. But how can we understand the worldview of one of the globe's formost purveyors of curdled inanity without venturing into his world and trying to see it as he sees it, through his shining little beady rodent eyes?

*brought to you by Snarkopolitan, the undead blog, and written in the baffling third person à la Shillbuzz, even though we are in fact only one person and only able to bring you intermittent installments on Shillbuzz's exhaustive supply of foolishness, since, unlike a certain "special events planner," we have a job!

Yes, Hillbuzz is JUST THIS STUPID!

2010-05-05T10:29:00.004-04:00

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Actual, if blinged-out, screencap, just like all the other actual screencaps!

NOW do you believe me? In the previous post, a commenter was incredulous that the proprietor of Shillbuzz, Harvey Bilk, could be so remarkably pea-brained as to think that Air Force One could survive a "direct nuclear blast" (Harvey's words, my hand to God).

Harvey was merely parroting the wingnut line that Obama deliberately snubbed Poland by not taking the Rolls-Royce engines of Air-Force One through a volcanic dust cloud to the funeral for the Polish president (secret shorter wingnut: oh, why did it have to be POLAND!), because Harvey is all about upholding the dignity of ethnic minorities, particularly the plentiful, Dem-voting ones in Shillbuzz's current crash-pad, Chicago.

But there was a time when Harvey was less concerned with the Polish community, a time not very long ago, in fact, just this last Paczki Day, which as it happens is the last Tuesday or Thursday before Lent. The Poles' version of a pre-Lenten blowout involves consuming the eponymous Paczki, which are delightful little jam-bloated fried cakes.

Some of us go for feather masks and demeaning ourselves for beads on balconies, and some of us go for jam-bloated fried cakes, and far be it from me to cast aspersions on either camp. But Harvey Bilk worked himself up into a purplish-green lather over Paczki Day, because he's A-MURRICAN! HE celebrates Mardi-Gras, not some damn old European thingie from tradition-riddled stupid old Europe. He even took it out on the paczki, acidly referring to them as "jelly donuts," as if that were a bad thing.

Friends, Poles, Cajun-Americans, I ask you: what sort of a man attacks a people's donuts (sic)?

Harvey's anti-Polish Donut Rant above is still available, I think, for a while, at his website, until he tumbles to the amount of pointing and laughing he's getting (there's your bump in traffic, Harvey!) at how spectacularly silly and floridly insane he is. Then, the Polish Donut Rant will join some of his other fine work (including the much-missed Inflounce Post, July 2009, which would have embarrassed Aimee Semple McPherson) in the recycle bin of Intertubal history.

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Hillbuzz Racking Up The Frequent Failure Miles

2010-05-01T16:41:00.007-04:00

When you've nothing to go on, don't let that stop you

It is simply impossible to keep up with Shillbuzz's Frequent Flier Program for Nonstop Stupidity. Harvey Bilk, who operates Shillbuzz, dropped this bit of atomic foolishness the other day at his One Stop All You Can Hate Shack: the President deliberately didn't go to Poland because he just didn't want to!

That Icelandic volcano which grounded air traffic throughout Europe had nothing to do with it-- Air Force One is capable of surviving a direct nuclear blast!!! Yess!!!!! You can lob warheads at it all day, and the President's hand won't even tremble as he signs another government takeover bill with his damned lefty pen!

It's nice to see that "Special Events Coordinator" Harvey has taken a breather from his coordinating to dash off this charmingly vivid scenario with all of his usual attention to accuracy. Imagine how good he must be at coordinating events.

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American Thinker: Barack Obama Is Just Like A Killer Whale In So Many Ways!

2010-03-02T02:08:00.005-05:00

It was so obvious, it was just staring the country in the face, but it took the intermittently firing neurons of Jeannie deAngelis at American Thinker to formulate and give vent to just what everyone's been thinking:

Barack Obama is an out-of-control Monster Orca, and regrettably, now we all know it:

Pictures of Dawn Brancheau balancing triumphantly on Shamu's snout are reminiscent of Obama supporters in "joyful harmony" with the new president following the last election.

The similarities are so numerous, and so tragic: two beasts, seemingly friendly as long as they're caressed, but hiding their true agendas behind toothy smiles and false diffidence. What is their true desire? To drag us down, down, down, till we can struggle no more!

Like Brancheau stroking Tilly's nose, a sycophantic electorate massaged Obama's ego. One year later, Democrats constrained by faltering poll numbers appear "agitated." Why? Because America stopped feeding and rubbing Barry's political proboscis, and now the star of the show's belligerent, temperamental comments are manifesting more and more frequently.

Yes, it was a horrible presumption on the part of the public that a beast like Barack Obama could ever be happy in such an unnatural environment as the presidency:

captive killer whales have been known to attack handlers," which explains why Democrats, confined by the majority's criticism of liberal political ideology, produce stress reactions, causing "smart animals" like Obama to "lash out."

Truly, for the sakes not just of all of us, but for his sake, too, let us join Jeannie and all the American Thinkers to demand that Barack Obama be released back into the wild.

Free Barry! Free Barry!
He is way too much like a killer whale!

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Lady Lynn Forester de Rothschild, Thank Heaven The New Agenda Will Speak For You!

2010-02-22T12:05:00.007-05:00

A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but hardhats are a noblewoman-by-marriage's best friend
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Oh hell's bells, just consider this a visual supplement to Betty Cracker's wonderful post.

Just like poor old neglected Snarkopolitan, Betty Cracker's blog looked like Coney Island in January, before it was also jolted into life by a dimwitted neoMcCarthyite schlub who thought she'd be a convenient target, and easily intimidated. And once again, he was predictably wrong.

Now, the dimwitted neoMcCarthyite's chum, Elizabeth Cady Siskind, Voice of All Women Mostly,
is holding a "tribute" to noted Fox populist Lady Lynn Deforester, who deplores elitism unless it's a decrepit acquired-by-marriage title accompanied by an ancient pile in the very best part of London. This would be only half as laughable as it is if it weren't that Lady Lynne holds onto her tatty honorific even as Charlton Heston held onto his last gun, all the while condemning the President, who grew up fatherless and only recently finished paying off his college loans, as an elitist.

But as Betty points out, the New Agenda's pose as "Voice For All Women," is certainly belied by the behavior of its one-and-only visible representative, a woman who is not averse to a few dirty tricks,

Here's a Siskind quote Betty pulled out, which I have decorated to lighten the burden of realizing that women as puerile, snide, and just plain childish as Amy Siskind could have a rolodex full of lazy producers who accept them on short notice as viable mouthpieces for women's rights, and living rooms large enough to hold a half-dozen "prominent" dilettentes whose pretentions are enough to impress fools into parting with their money.

Behold Amy at work, answering an unfortunate who made the mistake of asking an honest question:

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Hillbuzz: Rrraaaacist Or Not? YOU Be The Judge!!!

2010-02-21T07:42:00.001-05:00

Oprah & Tiger, brought together by Pisscylla Herself!

Harvey Bilk, Lord of the Flies at Shillbuzz, certainly is preoccupied with the posteriors of black women! As someone who does what he does to what's left of his crowning glory voluntarily, you would think he'd know when to leave other people's physical characteristics alone! But no essay on Oprah's butt would be complete without talking about Tiger Woods...for some reason. At least not at "freelance events-coordinator" Harvey's One Stop All-You-Can-Hate Shack. I suppose the Daily Hate does count as an event, of sorts.

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Hey, Harvey Bilk! Is It Too Late To Get In On the Hillbuzz Photoshop Challenge?

2010-02-20T20:17:00.004-05:00

Especially fascinating how you, a gay man who incessantly moans about the horrible times you have had dealing with homophobes, love to slam the president for "effeminacy." But now that you're getting traffic from all those new right-wing friends you've made, got to keep them happy somehow, and what better way than to make them feel at home with a little homophobia?

But, after all, you are running another fundraiser. I suppose "freelance events planners" can't be choosers.

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It's Called A Search Engine, Sugar Cube; Hillbuzz Lets Fly At Michelle Obama

2010-02-18T02:32:00.006-05:00

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Perennially stuck doorbell of intolerance Harvey Bilk of Shillbuzz thinks Michelle Obama is no Jackie Kennedy! Well, we think * Harvey Bilk is no Lloyd Bentsen, either. Though he may be a Bentson, though that is a matter upon which we prefer not to speculate.

Posted without links, begging your pardon. Ever since Shillbuzz shocked poor old neglected Snarkopolitan from a ten-month coma into painful hyper-vigilance, I, I mean, "we," have been averse to linking to the easily-located drive-up window of deep-fried foolishness at Harvey's One-Stop All You Can Hate Shack.

Nevertheless, Snarkopolitan is, thanks to the signal service of Harvey Bilk, awake. And not particularly pleased with him or his little coterie of garbled armchair Marples. So Snarkopolitan will from time to time pop in to Shillbuzz's little enterprise, though don't expect me, I mean us, to keep up with all the nonsense, the vapidity, and the smearing. I am only one person.

*and by "we," I mean "I," but if Harvey insists on using the plural, I may as well avail myself of it as well. Though isn't it eerie that all the writing on Shillbuzz is in the same reedy, nasal, querulous drone?

Maybe He Had Tickets To Billy Elliot

2010-02-09T03:24:00.002-05:00

We've yet to hear from God's Mouthpiece Pat Robertson on just why He (that is, God) decided to spare the Big Apple while coming down so hard on Washington and points west, which are actually going to be smacked again. Look, God, it was funny the first time (well, actually, it wasn't). But now it's just getting stale.

Cross-posted at Rumproast, America's Meatiest Blog.

Hand Jive With Sarah Palin

2010-02-07T01:43:00.007-05:00

Pardon me for enjoying this all a little too much. But since Sarah Palin couldn't manage pre-screened, canned questions from the friendliest audience since Edger Bergen was in vaudeville, without studying whatever was written on her palm, I am declaring that from now on, hands shall be known as "Wingnut Teleprompters."

Palinophiles should just be grateful; I could have titled this post something else.

(h/t jeffinfremont)

~~UPDATE UPDATE~~

Hand jive with Sarah Palin, the video:

~~SECOND UPDATE * SECOND UPDATE~~EXCLUSIVE FROM THE SNARKONEWSROOM

Citing "just being sick and tired of dealing with Mo--you're not recording this, are you?", an anonymous source within the Palin campaign slipped us this photo from the Opryland greenroom of what was on Sarah's hand BEFORE she wiped some of it off!

X-posted at Rumproast, America's Meatiest Blog.

Amy Siskind of the New Agenda: Safety for Women (unless they disagree with ME!)

2010-02-03T02:48:00.033-05:00

Welcome to day eight, I believe it is, of Snarkopolitan's unexpected revival in the face of an insane little man's decision to urge his barking mad readers to play bloodhound and "out" me, doing their best to publish my real name and actual address on the web. This although I have never done anything to him, most especially never "outed" him, or anybody.

That being the case, I have decided, at great personal risk, to publish his picture, that his physiognomy be available for study to other innocent people.

Proprietor of Shillbuzz with Exhibit A
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It seems he is having a continual party over there at his place in the form of a witchhunt/blegathon (that's a blog begging for money, for those of you who are not aware of all internet--Hi Mom!--traditions).

What is the shortest day in the year? The day between Harvey Bilk's last fundraiser and his next one.
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I got my own graphic and gory tabloid front-page treatment full of fervid, ludicrous speculation that would have made Jonathan Swift pinch himself: was I funded directly by the DNC? Who ran me? How was I connected to an assortment of other hapless innocents? How were they connected to everything? Shillbuzz even ran a chart of the web of lack of connectedness that seemed to have been drawn by the Underpants Gnomes from South Park; at the heart, where the connectivity should go, it is just "?????????" It looks like it was drawn by somebody who had no idea that when you connect the dots, you're supposed to end up with a picture. Because it was:

A taste of crazy cocktail courtesy Shillbuzz's Moonbat Mixologist
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Since, in their eagerness to hunt me, these ninnies have posted names of people in my apartment complex (and married me to one of them, because there are only 6000 people in my complex, and they knew the names of two!),I am not comfortable linking to great rattling nutjob Harvey Bilk's Emporium of McCarthyism and Dubious Fashion Criticism, Shillbuzz. If you desire to see this lunacy for yourself, you can just put poor old neglected Snarkopolitan into a search engine. What comes up is entirely astonishing considering:

that this blog was moribund, stagnant, que pasa nada mas, in the weeds, bereft of life, inert, and, what really distinguished it from Shillbuzz, I wasn't posting on it. At all. Since MARCH of last year.

if this blog got fourteen hits back in the day, then it was a good day. My server would probably have gone down at twenty hits; it's Blogger's basic, and you may have noticed that even commenting is a heroic act merely because Blogger can't handle your request the first time, usually. You have to ask everything twice, while it stands there like a sulky teenager, blinking at you and wishing it were somewhere else.

it was really just for myself, trying out this and that; a comic strip, a painting, some commentary of an obvious, amateurish sort, because I was just a private person. Not that the content was private, but it wasn't meant to be scrutinized through a prism of no-holds-barred political machination and dirty tricks; I could have been writing about tomatoes or grandchildren, but I didn't have tomatoes or grandchildren.

In other words, this is not a DNC/ACORN/SOCIALIST tentacle reaching into the blogosphere, and I had no interest (and still don't) in the private life of one of the planet's most tiresome manufacturers of acid reflux-flavored "snark," Harvey Bilk, Lord of the Flies at Shillbuzz. In fact, the private life of which he complained he had been robbed when he was exposed by somebody unconnected with me, was about as private as a ticker-tape parade, in that he was on TV and in the paper in his capacity as a political operative, yammering away about defeating Obama, a position hardly likely to win many friends in Chicago.

The Shillbuzzers took to their assignment of routing out all the information they could regarding me like an ex-husband takes to the tree outside his ex-wife's window with his Loompanics manual. Some of them obviously were aching to exercise talents that had gone wanting since their spouses got that order of protection. They went through my blog, pausing to use my father's last illness to try to pinpoint my age, and sniffed at the drawings in my Flickr account. "Cartoonist," one said. "Couthless," said another.

Nevertheless, the Get Polly page ran out of steam, and was pushed, thankfully, off Shillbuzz's front page, almost by design it would seem; stories that had run before, like the very popular Class V Crass article (another gloriously idiotic pool of Buzzbile aimed, as usual, at Michelle Obama, where she is labeled an angry affirmative action Sasquatch and poor drunken fifties housewife Mamie Eisenhower is held up as the model of deportment).

In fact, there was a certain verticality to the flurry of posts thrown up by Shillbuzz; all that was missing was a picture of the Burj Khalifa in Dubai. So with one last half-hearted swipe at advertising giant Saatchi and Saatchi, the entire screaming mimi about the conspiracy against Harvey Bilk was over faster than you can say "Cyber-stalking is a Fourth-Class Felony."

So the hysteria had died down, my good name had not lately been coupled with the affectionate designation "b***h," and I began going whole hours together without checking the Get Polly page to see whether they had done rifling through my father's last illness (scroll down)in their compassionate Shillbuzz way.

And then along came Amy. Siskind, that is, the erstwhile feminist Spokeswoman for the Voice of All Women whether they know it or like it or not, the New Fourth-Wave Woman's Group, the New Agenda. Their mission statement includes "Safety" for women, which is also part of their somewhat tortured acronym, S.O.U.L. Not that there is anything objectionable about a women's group focusing on Safety, Opportunity, Unity and Leadership, but a visit to the blog posts shoehorned into those four categories will often yield disappointing results: under "Unity," today, for instance, the subheading was, "It's very complicated." "You bet it is!" I said, and clicked, only to find that the article was a review in a rather querulous tone about a Meryl Streep movie called, "It's complicated." It had not the slightest thing to do with Unity.

Unity, is, in fact, the New Agenda's main platform. They are a "non-partisan" woman's group, with the express intention of getting women elected, no matter what their beliefs: just elect'em, and let constituents sort it out later, or what I call, "tissues before issues."

Toward a more perfect union: Shillbuzzers and TNA

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I have had plenty of tangles with Amy Siskind, the founder of the New Agenda, over her unwavering support of Sarah Palin, someone I consider no better than McCarthy in a beehive, although fortunately she turns out not to have his work ethic. That Siskind is a pawprintless PUMA with something of a national platform, doesn't help matters.

We have clashed on threads at Huffingtonpost, where she or someone very favorable to her is able to wipe some but not all negative comments, and we've clashed at the Daily Beast and More magazine, (sorry, can't link to specific comments, but the whole disaster is fun) where she has no power to delete, and where her coterie of regulars can't save her from general puzzlement if not downright scorn. About the only place outside of her own blog that's safe for Amy is the blog No Quarter, home of smear-peddler Larry Johnson, inventor, merchandiser, and non-producer of the infamous Whitey tape. There she cross-posts her articles to much more acclaim than they receive at any of her big media outlets.

Siskind is, or is trying to become, head of a nationally known womens' organisation. She is in print and on television, visible, nameable. She is a public figure. When she decided to seek this leadership role, she couldn't very well do it anonymously. A large amount of negative commentary has been aimed at her, sometimes by me. This is what comes with taking a public position: criticism.

I am not a public figure, and I blog anonymously. I do this because I'm not seeking public office, because I used to write about where I live, and I disguised the people I wrote about too. And because though the internet is full of good people in my experience mostly, even those whose politics I don't like, there are a few unhinged loons out there who don't know when to leave it onscreen. One such is the nasty piece of work who set his swarm of underoccupied $hillbuzzers on me and others of my friends and acquaintances,purely on the strength of that cluster of ???????'s on that truly wacked map of the tangles in Harvey's addled brain.

Although we have political differences, the one issue on which it ought to be possible to get women to come together is safety, which, as I have emphasized, is the first initial in the New Agenda (or NAG, as I like to call them) acronym of empowerment. Women's safety. Notice, I'm kind of hitting the word SAFETY fairly often here, you notice that?

Good. Because, just as the Get Polly post was sinking into the blessed second page of oblivion at Harvey's One Stop All You Can Hate Shack, a friend of mine went back to one of the first Shillbuzz spectaculars, and on that thread, he found this comment from New Agenda Founder Amy Siskind, which I have, as per custom, dressed up to relieve the ghastly expanse of stupidity and meanness:

That, in case it's hard to read, is the great womens' safety advocate offering to send data mined from her site and those for which she writes to a cyberstalker. She applies the term "gang of thugs" to women who don't support her point of view, and tell her about it in no uncertain terms, online. Using words. That appear before her on a flat screen. For this, she will send our IP addresses, I assume, to Harvey.

For to disagree with Amy Siskind fully merits being called a "b***h" by strangers, having people combing through the phone book looking for your real-life 3D address, and throwing nonsense terms like "defamatory" around, when Siskind has merely been confronted with the faultiness of her own reasoning.

My IP address couldn't possibly be more specific than what has been rooted up by the $hillbuzzers already, and IP addresses are easily changed. So Amy Siskind's attempt to be Quisling For A Day is for nought. But the underhandedness, the sense of entitlement (speaking against me is punishable by law!), the vengefulness, and the sheer foolishness (along with a goodly part of the right-O-sphere, she did not do even the slightest verifying before committing herself online to an unethical act) should be instructive for anyone who thinks Siskind could be a credible leader in the womens' movement.

Boy, You Try To Keep The Place Nice---

2010-02-01T04:00:00.002-05:00

And then somebody goes and opens a window and the pests come in. In this case, two obedient Shillbuzzers, egged on by their Lord of the Flies, Harvey Bilk of Shillbuzz, believe they have pinpointed my exact address. Here they are, their twelve dirty little feet spotting up my study. This is the same comment as yesterday, btw, with "Michael F" referring to me, a complete stranger who has done nothing to anybody, as a "b***h." The new wrinkle is "High Energy Muscle Dude" (yes, really), who answered Michael F's call to find my "actual physical address".

Harvey Bilk, Lord of the Flies at Shillbuzz, is trying to out me, a private person who has never outed anybody on earth, as part of his continual fundraising efforts on behalf of himself. The Shillbuzzers have been crawling all over this blog, as they have crawled through other innocent people's, ostensibly to avenge his Lordship's "outing," an occurance with which I had nothing to do.

If the Shillbuzzers dig deep enough, they will find that I started this blog when my father was dying. I hadn't an idea what I was going to do with it; it was simply a refuge. Not that it meant to be private; I know the difference between a diary and a public blog, and I am not ashamed of anything I've ever written, or drawn, here or elsewhere. My father used to tell me "never say anything you wouldn't be proud to have on the front page of the New York Times." A tall order, to say the least, but I've tried.

So I knew my writing would be read by strangers, but I had every expectation that there wouldn't be many, and that the few that came would not be pitiless zombies on orders to exact some sort of punishment for something I had never done. Perhaps I was naive. Apparently, there is no way to protect anyone who blogs about something besides lolcats from being used as a political football.

But I'm not going to close my blog on account of the Lord Of The Flies (hobbit my rosy pink foot; he's an Orc trying to squeeze into a Hobbit suit). I've posted nothing on it since last March, if you'll check the archives; but I've had to revive it to deal with Mr. Harvey Bilk of Shillbuzz. If nothing more happens than that he becomes known by that moniker far and wide, it will be enough for me. And he will; before long, when you Shillbuzzers get hip to him, you'll be calling him that yourselves. But for now, you should see that this is a private citizen's blog. An innocent third-party being used to extract money from you. I don't go to your places and spot up the wallpaper. You don't belong here. Now get. Out. Shoo.

Shillbuzzers Aren't Misogynists, No Sirree!

2010-01-31T04:31:00.007-05:00

The Shillbuzz dolts who have decided to try to "out" me are a whole new order of cretins.

That they cheerfully, brainlessly, perform what is considered, internet-wide, gross acts of malfeasance on complete strangers and innocent parties, has been established. *So it shouldn't be a surprise to anybody to read this (as always, draped in finery to compensate for the fiercely atrocious sentiments, for your viewing pleasure and comforting emotional distance):

Yes, this menacing goofball wants my actual physical address, and finds it perfectly appropriate to refer to a woman he has never laid eyes on, and who has done nothing either to him or to anyone he knows, a b***h. And I'm delighted to say that since he avows that he has sent a "pdf" of the blogroll to Harvey Bilk, and since Harvey Bilk shows up twice on the thread, then HB is obviously aware of the degree of cyber-stalking he is encouraging.

If Menacing Michael F weren't unable to find his behind with a three-way mirror, he'd know how to find the Flickr drawings he complains of losing. They haven't gone anywhere. But let's just see how long it takes him to figure it out for himself.

And that's why I'm not especially afraid of Menacing Michael. Another reason I'm not afraid is in that link he posted; he apparently can't read very well, or he'd know that as far as threats go, he's very small potatoes. The smallest.

*Usually, I would link to the offending posts directly, but I'm trying to maintain the threadbare illusion that I still have some privacy.

WELCOME SHILLBUZZERS!!!

2010-01-30T12:26:00.007-05:00

Since Harvey Bilk has decided to send you here, I thought I'd roll out the welcome mat:

idiot's appearance changed to protect her identity from her personality

Update: So sweet of Harvey Bilk to dedicate a post to poor old neglected Snarkopolitan. Yes, it's true, Snarkopolitan ran a blog consisting of a single post dedicated to helping "socially conscious" neighbors try to get a spot in her apartment complex through a long-closed lottery! She or he is the evillist person!

So I took down the blog because it shows the apartment complex where I live. But if you intrepid dupes, I mean sleuths, of Shillbuzz want to waste your hospital slippers trying to track me down, I heartily invite you to try and find me. In the meantime, hit that Paypal button, before Bilk starts scolding you again!

Update Update:

Readers! We get readers!
Crackers Maggie, this one's for YOU!

Nincompoop's appearance changed to spare her family the humiliation

alessandro: you rock

Hellooooo, Hillbuzz!

2010-01-25T04:21:00.013-05:00

Poor old neglected Snarkopolitan is playing reluctant Lazarus to a set of fiercely determined and resolutely idiotic would-be Sherlock Holmeses, who have breathlessly convinced themselves that everybody from George Soros to Maurice Sendak has participated in a conspiracy to silence the eternal drone of the stuck doorbell of intolerance that is Hillbuzz. They provide no links or proof, just dark assertions that are so overblown Dean Koontz would blush. Herewith, a screencap, which, as they are stultifying writers of flaccid, necrotic prose, I have kindly turned into a Blingee for my readers' relief:

We have no evidence but Hillbuzz's assertion of this fell conspiracy. But they, or perhaps, "he," had the cloak of anonymity pulled off by a blogger entirely unrelated to poor old neglected Snarkopolitan, or Mrs. Polly's friends and co-bloggers elsewhere. This caused the Buzzers, or Buzzer, as there seems to be only one, to pitch a mouth-foaming fit of epic proportions, and if saliva were subpoenas we'd have all been served.

The unfortunate innocents whose names and addresses have been published by the Hillbuzzing chuckleheads in their reckless search for revenge, have committed no crimes; some of them merely share last names with other strangers who run blog-registering sites.

This fellow in Rhode Island has perhaps done graphic design for a website owned by someone who shares a surname with the actual target of Hillbuzz's wrath. And Hillbuzzers have no compunction in doing exactly what they accuse others of doing-- making threats:

The abandon with which these hitherto anonymous and uninvolved parties' names are being smeared at Hillbuzz was enough to alarm a commenter who still had remnants of caution, if not decency:

Yes, for all that's holy, Hillbuzz, be careful As Jo Chgo says. You might want to remove that posting of the respected psychiatrist, but since you have the number, why don't you give him a call?

And should he or any of the people whose names and information you've published in your haste to divert attention from the acrid odor of bigotry on your own blog wish to sue you, as you can see, I've quite a lot of screen caps.