Teeny Tiny Protester Tweets The Revolution

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Peter Daou is soooooooo disappointed in today’s Twitter Town Hall:

peterdaou Peter Daou
Why do all political ‘innovations’ using Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, etc always turn into some version of a carefully vetted old-school Q&A?

If only President Obama had just waded into the unfiltered Twitterstream, instead of answering hostile spam from Speaker Boehner.

#askObama received 169,395 tweets, not all of them

ukwildcat15 Casey Sutton
Dear President Obama, will you be casting your vote for @THEHermanCain in 2012? Or do you plan to resign? lol #AskObama #HermanCain

or

ZacChampion_mga Misguided Approach
#askobama: when will the kardashians be tried for crimes against humanity?

So color Mr. Daou dejected. Also color him astonished that the White House might just be trying to connect with, could it be,

VOTERS?

Using new social media to reach possible voters is beyond the pale, although when Daou did it, nothing, including linking to “Home of the Lack of Whitey Tape” No Quarter and other, worser hijinks, was beyond the pale.

So, Peter “How dare Twitter have not existed when I could have used it” Daou found someone who refused to participate, because he is a tiny one-man protest against marketing stunts, and he should know!

He also founded Bubblegeneration, an agenda-setting advisory boutique that shaped strategies across media and consumer industries.

And oooh, the founder of Bubblegeneration is positively frothing!

I’d say that the Obama team, a little bit panicked with the growing sense of disappointment, disenchantment, and just plain outrage amongst the general populace, that decision-makers decided to mortgage the future of pretty much everyone worth less than $5 million not for, for example, tomorrow’s moonshots, great achievements, or grand public works, but to save the skins of zombie fatcats and vampire investment bankers (sorry, did I say “save the skins of”? I mean “bestow fortune upon”, because the super-rich have actually, while most people have gotten poorer, gotten richer during this great crisis) — headed off to hurriedly, nervously confer with their skinny-jeaned, sunglass-wearing, spiky-haired marketing droids.

Because the Obama team would never have heard of Twitter without spiky-haired droids.

So let’s take a look at the author of this indigestible hunk of compressed buzz-words and pissy projection!

Ayup.

Daou H/T: StrangeAppar8us

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an agenda-setting advisory boutique that shaped strategies across media and consumer industries

Boy, I wish I had one of those. Or maybe I wish I were one of those—I’m not sure, because that series of words doesn’t make a lick of sense.

Yeah, Umair’s a bit of whiner, and one of those Generation XYZ types who gets pissed-off when their Dad gets pizza cheese on the Wii remote. Also, he’s fundamentally full of shit.

Daou’s just asking for it today, but I’ve been letting him slide ever since I found out Steve Benen considers him a friend. How that works I’ll never know.

Lord knows Mr. Benen is a formidable intelligence and a bright light of the blogosphere, so good on him for befriending a guy who oscillates between Very Important Unctuousness and conducting the Sad Trombone orchestra.

Here is some VIU from Mr. Daou’s rhapsody on Twitter as new Dharmic Shared Intelligence or like that:

His reference to quantum theory is apt, as there is a curious parallel between what’s taking place on Twitter (and other similar platforms) and quantum entanglement, that bizarre and quasi-spiritual correlation between remote particles, a complementariness that defies our conception of time and space.

Wowsers! My consciousness is sore from outfolding so much!

What a crock. As if people haven’t been talking about synaptic connectivity and “hive minds” since the telegraph was invented. Blah-blah-blah. New metaphor, please.

an agenda-setting advisory boutique

That’s it, I’m sick of homo sapiens. Yes, some of you are sublime examples of the species, but this is too much.

Launching my personal collection of ICBMs in 5…4…3…

There is Twitter as revolution catalyst, and Twitter as ham radio, as we watched Japan’s misery unfold in real time, but much of Twitter is snitfits, impulse disorder, and humans shoaling like minnows.

It’s also amusing to me that so many Twitterers are unable to edit themselves outside of Twitter. Whenever I follow a link, it seems I find a post several miles long. Mr. Haque’s sentence up there would have had Faulkner counting backwards from the last dependent clause and cursing to himself.

Here’s a paradigm: Twitter is like Fed policy — aggressive overproduction of fiat opinions cheapens the currency of discourse. Call it “qualitative easing.”

Here’s a paradigm: Twitter is like Fed policy — aggressive overproduction of fiat opinions cheapens the currency of discourse. Call it “qualitative easing.”

Damn, and it’s less that 140 characters. I wanna tweet this.

I’m not social-media savvy, so Twitter and tweets or twats or sweets or whatthefuckever don’t mean much to me, but doesn’t it seem that limiting communication to 140 characters (I’m assuming Latin alphabet) allows us to interact with each other at about the Australopithicene level?

And Daou’s complaint is really stupid - if you object to the President’s policies, object to them.  Complaining about how he uses social media ranks down there with complaining about his choice of socks.

doesn’t it seem that limiting communication to 140 characters (I’m assuming Latin alphabet) allows us to interact with each other at about the Australopithicene level?

Yes, which is why the conservatives love it so. No room for anything bigger than a bumper sticker, no analysis, no memory.

(though in the hands of very clever people it can be very amusing. That’s rare.)

Mr. Haque’s sentence up there would have had Faulkner counting backwards from the last dependent clause and cursing to himself.

Teehee!

His reference to quantum theory is apt, as there is a curious parallel between what’s taking place on Twitter (and other similar platforms) and quantum entanglement,

Um…what? 

...that bizarre and quasi-spiritual correlation between remote particles, a complementariness that defies our conception of time and space.

...behold the wisdom of Eeyore Chopra.  My foot wants to quantum entangle with your ass, you load.

He also founded Bubblegeneration, an agenda-setting advisory boutique that shaped strategies across media and consumer industries.

It did?

It did?

Hell, yeah. At least if you interpret “shaped” in the broader sense of “talked about” and “created new buzzwords to replace the old, tired ones.”

Why do all political ‘innovations’ using Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, etc always turn into some version of a carefully vetted old-school Q&A?

Why do all forms of communication, no matter how wacky and digital, come down to a simple two-way dialogue? (Except, of course, flash mobs, “American Idol” and SETI)?

Why isn’t a Twitter Town Hall with the President more like the last 15 minutes of 2001: A Space Odyssey?

Why is there no place on an iPad to stick your dick?

If I Tweeted pass-the-bong questions like this all day, people would think I’m big-ass pundit, too.

thinker, blogger, advisor to revolutionaries

That right there? Is reason enough for me to ignore this dipshit. That’s the most annoying descriptor I’ve seen since Salon had “Mothers Who Think” as the moniker for their “Mommying Is HAAARD” personal essay-whinefest section.

Thinker, blogger, advisor to revolutionaries? Are these supposed to be discrete categories, so that he isn’t thinkering when he’s bloggering or advisoring?  And here I thought Presidenting and decidering were hard work.

...behold the wisdom of Eeyore Chopra.  My foot wants to quantum entangle with your ass, you load.

Guys, I have a purely hypothetical question: Where would one go to have a quote custom-stitched onto a Japanese body pillow?

Why do all forms of communication, no matter how wacky and digital, come down to a simple two-way dialogue? (Except, of course, flash mobs, “American Idol” and SETI)?

Why isn’t a Twitter Town Hall with the President more like the last 15 minutes of 2001: A Space Odyssey?

Why is there no place on an iPad to stick your dick?

If I Tweeted pass-the-bong questions like this all day, people would think I’m big-ass pundit, too.

DO EEEEEEET, Strange!  I would pay moderate amounts of monies to make this happen.

I’ve been down on Daou ever since his ‘Sarah Palin was once a little girl’ post (though, to his credit, he did join the fray at BJ to defend himself).

I’m considering it, asiangrrl. I really don’t need another time-killing addiction or the ridiculous hassle of Twitter Wars, but I’m honestly sick to death of navel-gazing dickheads who get redeemable Profundity Points at Putzpullers’R'Us for tweeting Boys’ Life brain teasers and some stale pop-sci bullshit they read in The Dancing Wu-Li Masters.

Peter Daou 

Growing theme on the left: no Repub could do the damage Obama’s doing to the progressive cause since he’s doing it as a supposed progressive
2 hours ago

Dude, that’s deep.

@Strange, do eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.  I will join you.  I have thus far avoided all Twitter Wars, but it would be fun to bash in the Profundity Pundits with my trusty rusty pitchfork.

2 hours ago

That’s a weird misspelling of “2 years ago.”

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