There’s a long list of desperate campaign tactics that we here at the Odd Dominion like to call “Things that never work.”
Heading into last weekend’s 'Advance'—the annual confab held by the Republican Party of Virginia (RPV) to talk shop, party hearty, and plan strategy for the coming year—current RPV Chairman Jeff Frederick knew that he might be in for a rough ride.
We won’t lie—the recent conclusion of the heart-palpitatingly exciting 2008 presidential election has left us with a gaping hole in our political soul the size of Sarah Palin’s ego.
At one point during the past few months, every political prognosticator worth his or her salt had a moment when they knew, deep in their slimy, election-lovin’ guts, that the
Lord knows we here at The Odd Dominion have had our fun with the pugilistic powerbrokers of the Virginia GOP.
For the hardcore, old school, half-sloshed and hard-of-hearing Replacements fanatic, Rhino’s recent remastering run-through of the legendary Minneapolis quartet’s entire back
Faced with a hugely unpopular president, a cratering national economy, an energized Democratic opposition and an increasingly restless electorate,
Well, that was anticlimactic. After a solid year of sly winks and peek-a-boo promises from both candidates, Virginia’s prospect of having a native son co-piloting the presidential ticket went from “Yes we can” to “No you Kain’t” faster than a UVA undergrad streaking the Lawn. No Tim Kaine for Obama, no Eric Cantor for McCain, [...]
Sure, most of the swing-state chitter-chatter in recent weeks has focused on Barack Obama’s mighty push to swing Virginia into his electoral column
Political pop quiz #314: Let’s say you’re a former governor of Virginia who has improbably clawed his way into the U.S. Senate race, besting a moderate (and moderately popular) congressional bigwig by relentlessly courting the party’s right-wing base, and then reaping the benefits when the Commonwealth’s conservative coronation is switched from the traditional general primary [...]
O.K., it’s official: With the presidential nominating contests finally, mercifully kaput, and the party’s respective candidates solemnly girding themselves for November’s political battle, our quaint little Commonwealth is fast emerging as the key battlefield of 2008’s wide-ranging electoral war.
Well, here we are, drifting into the inevitable, boring halftime show of this never-ending political season: The primaries are over (thank God), the second-half players are finally set, but it’s still way too early to get worked up about the outcome of the chaotic electoral scrimmage to come. But hey, we’re not complaining—it provides us [...]
You remember Jim Webb, right? Hard-charging ex-marine, occasional writer of slightly salacious war fiction, and general issue hard-ass who stomped into the U.S. Senate wearing his Iraq-stationed son’s combat boots, a look of pissed-off determination etched into his squinting face.
Believe it or not, we here at the Odd Dominion have never harbored any illusions about the fundamentally religious nature of our government.
Here’s a dilemma for you: Let’s say you’re a mean-spirited municipality that doesn’t cotton much to outsiders, and prefers to scapegoat a powerless group of caramel-colored folks for all of its (largely self-inflicted) problems.
You know, if we could pilot the political way-back machine to 1851 and change just one thing about Virginia’s cobbled-together…
As newly minted Republican presidential nominee John McCain surged his way across America last week with his “C’mon, Give a Guy a Break” bus tour, vainly attempting to break through the wall of cable-saturation coverage surrounding the interminable Clinton/Obama slugfest
In case you missed them, a number of eye-popping reports have recently been released on the sexual state of our (increasingly libidinal) nation.
Well, here we are again: stumbling to the end of yet another incoherent legislative session, with little to show for it but a busted deadline and a budget deficit the size of Eliot Spitzer’s “travel” expenses. This is certainly one for the Richmond record books: No agreement on fixing Virginia’s massively underfunded transportation system (that’ll [...]
You know, there’s a reason we rarely allow arcane fiscal matters to intrude upon our little bi-weekly political rant here at The Odd Dominion. Yes, we know that the collection and apportionment of funds is the very lifeblood of government, and that focusing on the foibles and electioneering idiocy of vain politicians does nothing to [...]
Sixty-four years ago this July, a well-dressed, sassy and indomitable young black woman named Irene Morgan bought a $5 Greyhound bus ticket from the “Colored” window at Haye’s grocery store in Gloucester, Virginia. She was 27 years old, a mother of two, and on her way to visit a doctor in Baltimore, hoping to address [...]