You know, we spend all kinds of time poking and prodding into the seamy, unsavory corners of Virginia’s political basement, so you can trust us on this one
All right, we might as well state our position up front, so that anyone who disagrees with us can throw the paper down in disgust right now: It is the official position of the Odd Dominion that President Barack Hussein Obama was born in Hawaii, the 50th star on the United States flag, on August […]
Even for left-leaning liberal media pantywaists such as ourselves, one thing simply cannot be denied:
If there’s one thing that we love about Virginia’s odd-year election cycle, it’s that it stretches the already interminable political season into near-perpetuity,
O.K., I admit it—I still owe Michael Dean 20 bucks. See, way back in the misty, mohawked recesses of time (like, 1984), when I was but a wee, dog collar-sportin’ Downtown Mall rat, Dean was the lead singer of Baby Opaque, the hands-down best band in Charlottesville at the time (sorry, Indecision fanatics). A completely […]
It’s a tale as old as time: Politician, down on his luck, shacks up with a nice, unassuming little municipality.
Mmmm, can you smell that? Yes, dear readers, that delightful effluvia of half-punched chads and grease-smeared touchscreens can mean one thing and one thing only: It’s election day! And not just any election day, either — we’re talking about the sort of seismic, epoch-defining, life-changing face-off that comes along but once in a generation. Yes, […]
Lenin returning triumphantly to Finland Station. Napoleon plotting his phoenix-like second act from the Isle of Elba.
If you’re anything like us (and honestly, our condolences if you are), you probably spend way too much time following the vagaries and vicissitudes of Virginia’s preening political class. And if you’ve been watching closely over the past few weeks — while completely ignoring that insignificant little thing we call real life—you could be excused […]
Don’t ask us why, but it cannot be denied that greasy, indigestible foodstuffs and electoral politics fit together like William Howard Taft and his seven-foot presidential tub.
By funneling his sea of cash into his organization, The Macker (i.e. Terry McAuliffe) secured the top spot on the Democratic gubernatorial primary ballot. It’s certainly no coincidence that so many hackneyed political catchphrases have a decidedly financial slant. From “dialing for dollars” to “the buck stops here,” there’s not a single part of […]
You know, when it comes to politics, sometimes it’s good to be invisible. Sure, most elected officials dream of having Barack Obama’s charisma, JFK’s sex appeal, Hillary Clinton’s smarts and Ronald Reagan’s hair—but then, most of them also dream of being president, and we all know how often that fantasy ends in tears. But the […]
You would think that, following the notorious e-mail escapades of page-pawing Congress-creep Mark Foley (a scandal which featured our all-time favorite non-carpentry-related use of the phrase “get a ruler and measure it for me”), Republicans would be at least slightly circumspect when using (and abusing) these newfangled intertube technologies. But, with the national GOP currently […]
There’s an old joke among political journalists that Washington, D.C. is Hollywood for ugly people. To that delightful adage, we would like to add our own observation that it’s also like the world’s biggest high school, only with the exalted position usually reserved for the football team given instead to the debate club. Republican Rep. […]
Look, we know that Thomas Jefferson set a pretty high bar, oratory-wise, for Virginia’s vote-chasers. And so we certainly don’t expect every single utterance from our elected officials to reach the prosaic level of the Declaration of Independence (or even “A Summary View of the Rights of British America”). But come on, people! Whatever proud […]
You remember November 2008, right? That magical time of hope and rejoicing for Virginia’s once-beleaguered Democrats, who rode a wave of Obama-inspired optimism to record gains,
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, […]