On Sunday, DavidNYC theorized that political reporters hate politics.
This morning, I theorize that they hate themselves.
This has got to be a first. Here in Austin, on the night before that make-or-break Texas primary, the Clinton campaign has set up a filing center for the traveling press corps ... in a men's room. Insert metaphor here.
UPDATE: According to the schedule, we will be here in the men's room for the next five hours. Someone will soon have to declare a moratorium on the "down the toilet" jokes.
UPDATE2: Hey, Jay: Is it true Obama has put his press corps in the Golden Door Spa tonight?
UPDATE3: There's also dinner and a television in here. I really wish I had Ana's little camera thing-ee, so I could share.
UPDATE4: CNN has a photo.
UPDATE5: A wider shot (wider stance?) from my own cellphone is posted two entries above this one. A gentleman just wandered in, expecting to use the facilities, and looked very startled to see three dozen reporters typing away on their laptops.
Here's the photo:
OK.
Is there anything the political press corps won't roll over for?
They served them food in there. And they ate!
We complain a lot about the lapdog press in this country, but this takes the fucking urinal cake.
And I can appreciate the fact that these people have to file on pain of losing their jobs, but seriously. Would you sit in there? Would you eat in there? Would you ask anyone else to?
And this is Texas. There's no goddamn room in Big Ass Texas for a couple tables except in the frigging men's room? They should have made them sit on the actual toilets, just to see if they'd do it.
Oh, and here's some Alpo for you, too, Mr. Respected National Political Reporter! And you'd better eat it, or you'll lose "access."
This may be the most depressing thing I've ever seen involving people in business attire.
And this is where we get our "news," America.