As you probably know by now, Washington Post is having a contest to find America's Next Great Pundit. Really, they astonish me with their 1969 understanding of the internet. But make sure to read the fine print, ma hunnies:
Entrants may not have previously written or contributed to a regular column in a major national publication in print or online.
Sponsor shall determine, in its sole discretion, what constitutes a "regular column", "major national publication" and "contributed".
That's funny, they never determined the meaning of those words when they hired Bill Kristol.
In addition, entrants should be aware that if you ever typed "Wapo must suck on purpose" and clicked on the "Publish Post" button, you're out.
UPDATE: At the urging of a couple colleagues who think I might slip by, and also on the ground that if I'm disqualified by virtue of blogging, that's bloggable, I entered the contest.
If I'm not disqualified, then Digby will probably win. Maybe this is all a conspiracy to get her on the roster without going through the hiring rigamarole.
UPDATE II: Okay, Digby and I** thrown together in some hot blogger action RedTube pretense could not match Sandy Underpantses qualifications for dat job.
I think torture's great. I'm a fuckin' shoe-in.
And I think I should win because then I'll be able to travel to DC and make myself accessible so wapo editors can stop by and suck my dick.
** Understanding of course, that this is an intermediate level feminist blog.