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Boston might be the most adored degenerate on earth. But even without
hyperbole, he's one of the Bay State's biggest exports. Ever since a
photo of Boston (that's his real name) posing in his kitchen doorway
was sucked into the viral whirlwind two years ago, and universally
branded by internet users as Scumbag Steve, the Massachusetts
native's fur-lined G-Unit parka and signature patterned fitted hat –
the latter famously cocked back and to the side – have transcended
the underground world of web memes and effectively highjacked the pop
wasn't supposed to cover the Hofstra debate, or even the protests
outside. But a family emergency recently summoned me back to my
native Long Island, so I broke away for about five hours yesterday to
sample the madness. It felt good to be home; despite all of the
warranted abuse that the Gold Coast gets for harboring guidos, the
place really is a magical bourgeois paradise, and a
phenomenal place to people watch.
been four days since more than two dozen buildings and public spaces
across Boston, Cambridge, and beyond got smacked with posters of Mitt
Romney and Barack Obama flashing cash like Biggie at a strip club.
The life-size black-and-white images are hard to miss; from a lot
near Malden High School to Jamaica Plain, both candidates appear to
be laughing at the voting masses as a caricature lobbyist cracks a
suitcase full of Benjamins.
never thought that I'd find myself at two o'clock in the morning,
hanging solo on a corner in uptown Charlotte, having two kind older
black women telling me to stop preaching about war and the prison
industrial complex. Yet there I was, one block from the Charlotte
Convention Center, hailing a taxi for two sixty-something Georgia
peaches who had missed the shuttle back to their motel.
Democrats were masturbating one another last night, pretending that
America is not at war and that the current administration is a friend
to all immigrants, about 100 wet and wild protesters hit the concrete
despite rain by the bucketload and a tough day in the streets. By
Tuesday evening, more than a dozen activists had been arrested
outside of the convention, including some immigrants' rights
picketers who caused a scene as delegates filed inside.
wasn't a conspiracy that more protest news didn't come out of the
Republican National Convention. There weren't utterly significant
events to report, let alone a larger bloodbath for journalists to
hang a week of coverage on. Considering the circumstances,
authorities in Tampa weren't all that unreasonable; the few arrests
that did go down could have been avoided if protesters heeded simple
requests from cops.
2004 Democratic and Republican national conventions were all about
the bloggers. Mainstream reporters even wrote articles about their
scrappy young counterparts, who in turn provided some long overdue
alternative coverage to the mostly mundane quadrennial festivities.
Four years later it was Twitter that was red hot, though mostly only
insiders, reporters, and attendees took advantage of the service,
since it had yet to fully click with the American public.