James Wolcott's catchy term, in Vanity Fair, for the Obama and Clinton factions of the Democratic party. He's often hil(l)arious:
For [the Hillarions], Hillary’s time had come, she had paid her dues, she had been thoroughly vetted, she had survived hairdos that would have sunk lesser mortals, and she didn’t let a little thing like being loathed by nearly half of the country bum her out and clog her transmission. Not since Nixon had there been such a show of grinding perseverance in the teeth of adversity.
"Nixon in a pantsuit," he calls her -- and he supports Hillary! (I just commented over at Althouse on the irony that she now strikes me as having the most presidential demeanor of the three candidates.) Two other notable features of the Wolcott piece: it's a print story (posted online) covering blogging as news, the slinging of wicked phrases as reportable action; and it touches on the split at Daily Kos, where pro-Clinton bloggers recently walked out -- a teapot miniature of the bigger rift in the Democratic Party. If, like me, you're not a regular reader of Kos and its ilk (in fact I am a regular non-reader), this may be about as much as you need to know about all that:
A pro-Hillary liberal blogger named Tom Watson, the author of a forthcoming book about political-social-charitable online networking called CauseWired, summarized the discord with a post titled “The Left Splits: Writers Flee DailyKos over Clinton-Bashing,” decrying the flaming shish kebabs being chucked across the banquet room. “This is not the Democratic Party many of us have worked for; this is not the progressive blogosphere we’ve supported. Without blaming the worthy candidacy of Senator Obama in any way, this is not a progressive movement—it’s a harsh, echo-filled politburo bathed in faux post-racial hosannas and the gauzy camera lens of ‘hope.’ ” (A few cynics nicknamed Obama “Hopey,” giving rise to blog items with titles such as “Chutzpah on Race from Mr. Hopey.”) Watson’s post drew pro-Hillary bloggers together to emerge from the obscure outskirts and declare their existence as a breakaway republic. It wasn’t exactly a stirring “I am Spartacus” moment, but it made everyone feel a little less alone in their gawky unpopularity.
Damn, we're entertaining. Bloggers: the new vaudeville!
UPDATE: No, the new steel-cage ultimate fighting. Cal at Done With Mirrors takes a ringside seat, and tells you where you can see the most skillful and stylish jabs.