So, They Decided to Hand Me the Keys
Hi, everybody! It’s the Big Bad Bald Bastard here. I received an e-mail from the moderators and was invited to join the Rumproast team. It’s a simultaneously humbling and exhilarating prospect… exhilarating because it’s a real vote of confidence in my abilities as a writer, and humbling because the invitation has come in the middle of a period in which the regulars have been on fire, deconstructing the idiocy of Todd Akin, and placing it in a historical and legislative context. How’s a guy supposed to jump in with a hidely hodely post when one’s compatriots are sticking it to the knuckle-dragging Patriarchal Dominance Structure?
I guess a short autobiographical note is in order now… I first decided to play “The Bastard” back in 2006, I chose the ‘nym to poke fun at both machismo (a sure hallmark of masculine insecurity) and the typical New York “take no B.S.” attitude. In reality, I tend to be a bookish egghead (albeit one who loves to fight) and a card carrying nerd. I live in the City of Yonkers, which lies directly north of The Bronx. The “City of Hills, Where Nothing is on the Level” would be a considered a fairly large sized city in most locations, but, being adjacent to NYC, it’s merely a suburb. For the record, I live in the tavern district.
I’m pretty coy about my workplace, but I’ve been employed by a local not-for-profit organization for the past six years. I work at several sites, each of incredible beauty. My job is usually not too onerous (my typical joke is that “it’s really cushy, except when it’s not”), and I occasionally have time for a game of Angry Bird. I put my time in with Corporate America, working for a small firm known as Agony Is Guaranteed, and promised myself that I’d never die by inches in a cube farm again… thankfully, I didn’t participate in the stock purchase plan.
As far as politics go, I’ve been a liberal ever since I became politically aware (thank you Messers Strummer and Bragg, and Ms. Styrene). As a high schooler, I wrote letters for Amnesty International. In college, I really wasn’t politically involved- socializing and studying took precedent. I forced myself to become politically aware once again during the Bush maladministration, when I figured out that things were going dreadfully awry in a country which had seemed so well-run scant years before. I survived the early oughts with my sanity intact by compulsively watching Keith Olbermann and beating the bejeezus out of a heavy bag during the commercial breaks. In late 2009, I started blogging. I would describe my own blog as “a whole lot of navel gazing, with some crystal gazing, and some gazing into the abyss”. I’ll try to refrain from navel gazing here.
Once again, I want to thank the crack Rumproast team for inviting me to the party. It’s very exciting to join some of the smartest, sharpest political observers, and I hope to start with the punditry in my next post.
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