We Are Not Amused

Back in the dawn of antiquity otherwise known as 1992, Roger Waters of Pink Floyd fame released an album titled Amused To Death. Like everything else he’s done solo or with the band since Wish You Were Here (well, Animals has its moments of quality), it’s a dreary listen. The musical inventiveness that was once Waters’ trademark is almost completely missing, replaced by an endless churning out of lyrics spitting venom against whoever or whatever rouses Waters’ ire at the moment. Yawnsville.

Reminds me of most political blogs these days.

It’s easy to drum up interest by spewing bile. Another favored method of stirring up interest is pre-fabricated controversy, striking a pose because it’s guaranteed to get someone’s blood boiling.

At least it used to be guaranteed.

Now? As boring as a Roger Waters solo album. And, using the analogy of how his solo albums sold compared to anything Pink Floyd ever did, as ineffective.

Latest examples? Over at HotAir — has there ever been a more ironic blog name? — Allahpundit, who has yet to get the message that anonymous class clowns stopped being taken seriously as political commentators many moons ago, in his latest effort to drum up business drags out a poll about how Sarah Palin isn’t as popular in Alaska as she used to be. Obviously damaged goods. Probably stems from her endorsing Carly Fiorina for senator in the California GOP primary, the twiddle boy exults.

One small problem, though.

The poll was taken the same day Palin endorsed Fiorina.

Oopsies!

Unless you assume the 500 people called are all hardcore political junkies who live online, chances are real good the vast majority of them didn’t know about the endorsement. Even if they did, again it would be solely the hardcore political junkies who’d know who else was vying for the party nomination to face Barbara Boxer in the fall.

And there aren’t that many hardcore political junkies out there, folks.

Back to AP. You think someone who sulks in his apartment all day would have more than enough spare time to, oh, go online so he could check dates and stuff. Although that may be the problem. He hears the word “dates” and starts crying so hard about never having gone on a date he can’t see clearly enough to notice factual errors.

And we’re supposed to care about this high school newspaper reject why?

No wonder no one reads this slop anymore.