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 […]
We admit it: We’ve been more than a little harsh on U.S. Representative Thomas M. Davis III. We’ve criticized his lax oversight of the Bush Administration,
First off, caveat emptor: The sell-by date on this particular edition of The Odd Dominion is so close, that it may well expire before you reach the end of the first paragraph.
O.K., so there’s a little thing in this business that we call "bad timing." It’s like when Al Gore scheduled a major global warming speech in New York, and it just happened to fall on one of the coldest days of the year. Or when the Ford Motor Company introduced its space-shuttle-shaped Aerostar minivan—complete with […]
If there's a better metaphor for the swaggering ascendancy of Virginia's Democrats than Senator Jim Webb taking complete control of Congress over the Thanksgiving holiday break, we here at The Odd Dominion sure don't know what it is.
Well, another campaign season has come and gone, leaving us with an aching hole in our political gut that no amount of turkey and oyster stuffing could possibly fill.
Well here we are, smack dab in the middle of the saddest-slash-most-satisfying time of the year. Saddest because, let’s face it, the political world rarely gets more absurd and lampoonable than it does during election season, when even the most calculated and circumspect pol is willing to go to ridiculous lengths to win re-election, thereby […]
There’s one big problem with being a voracious political junkie: Sometimes, in order to help you, our gentle reader, we have to read a thuddingly dull, solipsistic political treatise like "The Stupid Party," a recent article by UVA politics prof Jim Ceaser published in the (increasingly inconsequential) right-wing mouthpiece, The Weekly Standard. Sure, it’s got […]
Sure, it seemed like an innocent mistake at the time (and Lord knows the Virginia Tourism Corporation tried to spin it that way), but the more we consider the recent "Live Passionately" ad imbroglio, the more we think that these Commonwealth-championing flacks might just be onto something. In case you missed it, here’s how it […]
If you had to cast Virginia’s U.S. Senate delegation as the leads in a Hollywood buddy cop movie, the dynamic duo of Jim Webb and John Warner would seem like a pretty good match. Republican and Democrat, sure, but with a curmudgeonly, oil-and-vinegar chemistry that brings to mind the best the genre has to offer: […]
He's baaaack! After briefly flirting with a presidential run (before telling his shocked supporters "I want to have a real life," and mysteriously dropping out of the race), former Governor…
Well, you can't say we didn't warn you. When Senator John Warner took to the Rotunda steps of his alma mater last Friday and announced his retirement from the U.S. Senate, we were about as surprised as Will Ferrell at the MTV Movie Awards.
Last time on "Who wants to be arrested?" we checked in on some of the more ludicrous local laws, covering such important topics as pet skunk ownership, driving barefoot and hunting raccoons after midnight.
In the ongoing spectacle of obfuscation, idiocy and probable perjury that is the ongoing Alberto Gonzales congressional-testimony trainwreck, it's easy to forget what set off this particular round of Bush-Administration bloodletting in the first place.