With special thanks to
David Boyle and the earlier diary on where a lot of the KosKrowd has gone.
I couldn't make it to DC today so I had to do something else creative. It just sorta came out, non-stop.
Lyrics around the bend:
Hotel Kosifornia
(with apologies to the Eagles)
On the digital highway in the dark of the night
Warm smell of the diodes, wafting up to the right.
Carpal tunnel was aching, both my left and my right.
My head was heavy and my sight was dim, I had to stop for the night.
So I clicked on the "close" box, and I clicked it again.
What I saw had me thinking, "This ain't Fox and it's not CNN!"
I was looking at a new page that I figured I try
There were many different voices there, I thought I heard them cry!
Welcome to the Hotel Kosifornia
A progressive place
With a liberal face
We're speaking out at the Holel Kosifornia
Any time of day
We've got somethin' to say.
The Web site it was crackling with the news of the day
Kos reporting on the latest poll, Maryscot had something to say
Someone bitchslapped Armando, and I still don't know why
Some wrote about the GOP
Some wrote about pie.
Just then Kos made a posting, meant for me and for you
He said..."I've been honcho of this site since back in 2002.
You can say what you want to, but I don't really care
I made this site just to make a point, not to go anywhere."
Welcome to the Hotel Kosifornia
Such a noisy page
With a lot of rage
We're speaking out at the Holel Kosifornia
If you try to troll.
We will eat your soul
In the diaries and answers, it was abundantly clear
That the writers they were thinking and not just drinking beer
The political postings, they all began to make sense
All the comments and the snarky jokes got me off my ambivalent fence
Last thing I remember, I had started to write
A diary about the President and the Senate's bad shift to the right
Don't worry said Armando, it's OK to be peeved.
You can log out any time you want, but you can never leave.
Welcome to the Hotel Kosifornia
It's an angry place
When they see W's face.
We're makin' it known at the Holel Kosifornia
That the time will tell
We've all mad as hell.
