How do you know when you're truly internet-famous? When you glitter-bomb a famous homophobe on C-SPAN? When the C-SPAN clip gets autotuned into a song? When your call for free ponies is embraced by the Bronies? Or when your music video, "I Am A Meme," goes viral on YouTube?
Not sure. But for perennial long-shot Presidential candidate, Occupy ally, and longtime friend of the Phoenix VERMIN SUPREME, we'll say this: a Vice Magazine mini-documentary won't hurt.
Tonight’s debate between Barack
Obama and John McCain is at Hofstra University in my old Long Island
backyard. I’ve noticed that when earlier debates were held in other corners of
some questions were formulated to fit the needs and interests of the local electorate.
Since I know suburban New York
well, I decided to pen some questions that Long Islanders could relate to.
I never thought I’d write such a thing, but Boston’s Institute of Contemporary Art is a damn sweet place to party. Views stretch across the harbor; young folks come dressed to undress; and the third floor bathrooms make it possible to go about your post-dinner business privately. To be honest, I’ve even had fun there without alcohol; so when I heard that Cambridge multimedia geek squad SoSoLimited was hosting its first ever presidential debate remix party dubbed ReConstitution at the South Boston monument of minimalist excess, and that they would be serving booze, beer and wine, I figured the evening would even impress jerks like me who are eternally skeptical of the intersection where politics and pop culture collide.
It seems like Democrats these days love few things more than accusing Senator McCain and his supporters
of being racists. Not necessarily cross-burning, hood sporting Bible belt bigots,
but rather the type of out-of-touch crackers who prefer not sharing golf
courses and neighborhoods with minorities.
So when the Wall
Street Journal printed yesterday that former Maryland Lieutenant Governor
Michael Steele – a black man – was playing Barack Obama in McCain’s preparatory
debates, lefty bloggers jumped on it like a Google-sponsored convention buffet.