> Josh from California and Ellen from equally reassuring New York — are liberal, altruistic, sane. Their affluent families are caring and sharing....Their red state-born buddy, Greg, is the son of an emotionally abusive Ohio hardware seller former Marine who lost his favorite son in Vietnam. The red states that Greg heads to after graduation are interchangeably dull Siberias where Greg hangs out with the menfolk, bonding over beer, football and hunting.... “The fact that [Josh and Ellen] had loving families made a very big difference.”

Beer, football, and hunting -- the classic consequences of growing up in an unloving family. I have to get this book. (Well, borrow it from the local library.)

wow, she has time to be a crappy senator AND a crappy writer?!

So, we have a book about why people become red or blue or purple written by a novelist who is unmistakably green. Sounds like the literary equivalent of the technicolor yawn.

So, Ace when you are done reading it, can I borrow it?

I do wish I had Feinstein, Boxer, or Pelosi's money.
The are all fkn rich.

SHE STOLE MY IDEA!

Except in my book, the liberal chick is an exotic dancer who does this thing with a Python and a cockatoo. And the neocon guy is still a psychopath, but he is a snappy dresser and has a nifty singing voice, so he gets pulled into this whole group of psychos who are also a bluegrass band. The psycho neocon uses his position as a dobro player in a popular band as his springboard into conservative politics.

The liberal tittie-dancer and the conservative psycho dobro player eventually hook up and discover their love for each other. Their love-child grows up to be the first man to set foot on Mars.

Okay, so maybe our ideas aren't that close. But I still think she fuckin' copied me. Totally.

WAIT. Are you admitting that you fantasize about Barbara Boxer as a titty dancer??

Greg becomes a sociopathic neoconservative journalist, the go-to guy for character assassinations conjured by a right-wing California senator.

What on Earth is a "coverage?" Anything like a synopsis?

Synopsis is part of the coverage. Depending on who you are working for, the format is generally:
Log line
synopsis
comments
recommendation

Francis, coverage is only about 1-2 pages whereas a script is about 120. That is was what Ace was getting at.

People don't really know what "neoconservative" means these days, do they?

Do you ever think David Horowitz, or Bill Kristol, or such and such, ever scan the papers and chuckle? These are my memes - behold, ye boomers, and despair?

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This crude social Lamarckism is going to get the Democrats less than nowhere, with its faint tang of last year's "RETRO? OR METRO?" ads.

For the record, my family is pretty darn liberal/leftist. Not so much with the marching and the chanting (that was more the grandparents), but out there. Loving. Touchy-feely. Healthy eating. (I mean this all in a good way - I love my family and can't imagine a better one).

And yet. Here it is. While I should be composing a Collage of Outrage over the Perfidies of Wolfowitz and Perle, instead I spend my time on moronblogs baiting the True Believers.

Ah, but I'm just reacting against my environment, right? So all "sociopathic neoconservatives" either were raised by lantern-jawed mumble-mouthed Hank-Hill-meets-R. Lee Earmy dads (who taught them huntin, fishin, and repressin yer feelins) ... or they're rebelling against ponytailed Kumbayah parents?

In other words, these quasiincisive poor man's David Brooks observations are meaningless. Like Marxism, Freudianism, any old ism - call this one Lakoffism, it's as good a name as any - they're incontrovertible, unfalsifiable and fruitless.

How about this plotline:

A sultry mature lady Senator grows dissatisfied with her humdrum life. She seeks out the dangerous poet/outlaw known throughout the west as El Hombre Poetico. She has only heard legends and rumors, but the very idea of this mysterious conservative stranger holds her in thrall somehow; though she hews to the liberal line in politics, something deep inside her rings like a bell when she links of the neocon leanings of El Hombre Poetico.

She seeks out his poetry on a vulgar right-wing weblog called The Deuce of Clubs (which is run by a loveable drunken rogue named Deuce). The poetry offends her liberal sensibilities, but stirs yearnings deep in her heart. El Hombre Poetico draws her like a moth to a flame.

The novel wends from the trendy head-shops and Democratic city offices of San Francisco to the wild and wooly hinterlands of Ames, Iowa. Our heroine finds love with El Hombre Poetico and changes her own name to El Boxeo. They then roam the roadhouses and bars of red-state America as new-style beatnik poets.

Then the earth is invaded by aliens from planet Zxnrg.

It's a compelling story of conservative moral values, poetry, and red-hot sex, and interstellar warfare.

I'm on the phone to my agent first thing Monday morning, by God!

Greg becomes a sociopathic neoconservative journalist

In the sequel Greg gets a show on RightTalk Radio.

Which gives him something to do when he's not sitting around the apartment, drowning bags of kittens in the bathtub while getting druink on Valu-Rite Vodka mixed with Dole Crushed Pineapple.

Greg has an epiphany as the kittens breath finishes bubbling to the surface and decides to become a research assistant to a well known left leaning New Media blogger who happens to wear Emo glasses.

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Where's the part where Ace -- oops! I mean [i]El Hombre[/i] dances nekid for the lady senator, [i]El Boxeo[/i] ([i]La Boxea[/i]?), while she stuffs $100 dollar bills and Rite-Aid Gift certificates in his . . . Where wd she stuff them?

Damn! Alwaysy preview! I don't care. I'm doing it over.

Where's the part where Ace -- oops! I mean El Hombre dances nekid for the lady senator, El Boxeo (La Boxea?), while she stuffs $100 dollar bills and Rite-Aid Gift certificates in his . . . where wd she stuff them?

I stand corrected: her name would be La Boxea, being a female. My espanol needs some buffing, but I can pay some lackey to do that after the rights to my novel sells to the movies.

Can't understand what the fuss is about. She's only written down the same meaningless pap she's been spouting and spewing for decades. Only the names have changed.

"Course, had I written something like that to waive my freshman writing class, I would've had to take remedial writing. The woman is stuck on stupid, and no amount of education will ever move her off that dime.

But, what about the sex scenes? Are you going to hire some illegal to "buff" those for you, too??

This little tome should be a gas. Barbara Boxer doesn't have the brain-juice to make it past question #2 on "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire", so I'm sure this piece of binded crap should read just like Tolstoy. I would read Bab's masterpiece, but I think I'm going to be busy bashing my own genitals with a hammer.

This little tome should be a gas. Barbara Boxer doesn't have the brain-juice to make it past question #2 on "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire"

The Lorax, and that's my final answer!

There's only one good thing about this: if Robert Altman can be talked into doing the film, I KNOW I'll get treated to a long, long, loooooooooong scene of Julianne Moore doing something great, like ironing her pants while not wearing them.

Cause, see... He likes to work her into all his films.

Hello?

Babs Boxer writing a novel is equivalent to Babs Streisand expounding on politics. Double, "duh!"

Or, imagine Babs writing a political novel. Triple-duh!

Just added "new & improved" cover-art for the book jacket. We think it works much better, don't you?

Wow. Until I read that, I never actively hated B.B. before. Now, I really can't stand her.

How many hollywood directors will be wanting to make a movie of it? is MICHEAL MOORE going to be in the lead?

oooooomiiiiigod. what insipid dreck.
in the annals of award-winningly BAD prose,
this eclipses *It was a dark and stormy night...*

And this is what drives the left's agenda - conservatism, like all other social ills, can be cured by a proper (liberal) upbringing and exposure to the irrefutable truth of liberal philosophies. Conservatives are not just wrong, they are sick, and the sickness turns them into demons.

That this plays at all with the liberal sector is disquieting.

Boxer said the novel explores "why California State Senators are horses' asses!"