Just a couple of more days of online panhandling, and then the fundraiser disappears for at least another two years (except for the Patreon subscribers, who get the extras starting this weekend).
It's been almost 14 years since I started this little postage stamp of bloggery. Back then, the political blogosphere was the Wild West, and I was the town drunk who occasional sobered up enough to win a shootout. We were younger then, in those heady days of Autumn 2003, full of cynical optimism and the belief that we could change the world, like all youngsters do. We wanted to express ourselves and yawp our barbaric yawps for all to hear. There wasn't even Twitter. Nor Facebook. It was like the virtual version of New Orleans in the 1970s, sleazy and deranged and so half-mad from ambition that we just wanted to play music in the streets, not caring who heard us, who we annoyed, who we charmed.
Now so many of us have gone legit or gone by the wayside, whether it's Ezra Klein and Jill Filipovic, who I knew at the begining of their blossoming careers, or the dearly departed Steve Gilliard and Bartcop, who raged hard and bright, or the disappeared Billmon and the done-with-this-shit Pam Spaulding.
And then there are the stalwarts, still here, still independent, still standing, like Digby and Atrios.
And me, motherfuckers, me.
So here's the deal: Punch that button that says, "PayPal" on the side or click here.
I'm gonna use the funds for the usual stash of whiskey, weed, maybe a little Molly for special occasions, and for a trip to Los Angeles to do an encore appearance on Stephanie Miller's Happy Hour podcast. I'm also gonna get a good microphone, a faster computer, and some software to make a kickass podcast and some cool videos. Let's expand the Empire of the Rude.
Make it happen.
