Kos: Sexy, Quivering, Muscular, Charismatic
Former Wonkette Ana Marie Cox takes us Inside the Cult of Kos with a TIME magazine feature on the Yearly Kos convention. It turns out that Markos Moulitsas Zuniga is one sexy, charismatic, drill sergeant of a manly man. And a charismatic S.O.B. to boot.
Some excerpts:
- Compact and wiry, Moulitsas, 34, exudes quivering intensity. He speaks in staccato paragraphs, punctuated by intense stares and a raised eyebrow. His eyes bulge slightly outward, as if reacting to the pressure of all the ideas inside his head.
- He’s the left’s own Kurt Cobain and Che Guevera rolled into one, dripping sex appeal for progressives for whom debate has become synonymous with losing, who need a muscular liberal answer to the cowboy swagger adopted by the Bush Administration and its fans.
- Called in to mediate disputes among community members, Moulitsas has all the patience of a drill sergeant. “I get it all the time: ‘Such-and-such was mean to me,'” he says in a mock whine. “I feel like I’m in high school. Suck it up, this is politics.” More to the point, “This is war.”
- Adam Nagourney, a political reporter for the New York Times . . . praises Moulitsas’s political insight but notes that the Daily Kos phenomenon is a product of charisma: “He’s got it and he knows it.”
He’s a veritable John Wayne of blogging.
Well, it’s Wonkette; steeped in the Gawker worldview, and all that.
Shoot, I’m just pleased that we at RedState got the linky love from Time, ‘virulently conservative’ or not. 🙂
Moe
PS: Am I the only one who thinks that Marcos Zuninga’s being set up as a single-combat warrior against the Right?
Jealous just a bit are we, James? 😉
Len: Just amused by the sexualized imagery of the piece. I suspect Kos is, too. For some reason, I can’t bring his site up to see his reaction.
<snicker>
This reminds me of the time (many years ago) when an aquaintance tried to convince me that the only reason women ever went to see Bob Dylan was because he oozed sexuality.
I couldn’t argue back. There was too much laughter.
And beer spewing.
Lunacy