Are the Huffpo Writer’s Real?
I had to see what all the fuss is about HuffingtonPost.com since the site gets so much traffic and so many links.
I signed up for their Living Now RSS feeds, I don’t like to read all the political mumbo-jumbo.
I’ve come to the conclusion that the writers either, 1. like pseudonyms or 2. had hippie parents. I’ve only been on the feed for a couple days and here are some of the columnists:
I don’t like killing anything. I tried to find these “live” traps as they’re called, so I can spare the rat’s soul from being tortured.
I would have bought a shovel to cave the monster’s thick skull and then flung the rat onto the nearest freeway so it got totally and completely flattened. My five iron would not have worked.
Seth Roberts whines because his Shangri-La Diet was not accepted by everyone on the face of the earth as being the answer to all our obesity prayers.
I was not a weight-control researcher. In graduate school, I studied animal learning. Weight control is not just a different field of psychology; it is usually studied in a different department (nutrition or physiology).
Yeah, I hope all of our medical researchers graduated from the University of Close-enough, and got their advanced degree from Similarity University.
Karen Dalton-Benito-Mussolini is still whining about Katrina, with a touch of how her kids are are trendy because they are wearing eyeglass frames from the fifties she inheirted from her dad. (Wouldn’t that just piss you off?)
This works out well because my late father retired with thousands of frames. In the ’50s he would buy out entire storerooms as optometrists went out of business. They went out of business because they were trying to sell rhinestone cat eye frames to farmers.
She is actually thrilled they weren’t washed away by Katrina. Karen? First, your kids look like real dorks in those frames, and second, you could have claimed full retail value for the frames and gotten some folding money to fix up the place.
But who am I to argue with success? Arianna has a enough writers to float a cow. (Hi Kady) I just gave them a bunch more links, and maybe a few more readers. Oh yeah, one more shot: Arianna Huffington talks funny, no matter where you live.
UPDATE: Huffpo cheats. I went to their site last night (7/10) because I wanted to read the live chat with Michael Moore after he got off Larry King. BIG promotion about 9:30 EST start time. Waited until 10:00 EST and nary a mention of the chat. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Went there this morning and there was the chat, with the timestamp as 9:30 EST, July 10. Damn lie.
I wonder if Mike Hunt and Seymour Butts are on staff?
NPR’s Car Talk has the best staff
Cabinet Maker – L. Ron Cupboard
Lay Off Counselor – Oscar Lavista
Accounts Payable Administrator – Imelda Czechs
and a whole lot more.
I love those guys!
My dad subscribes to FarmTalk magazine and one of his favorite writers is Milo Yield.
Heh. Farmer’s have some of the dryest humor around. If you want to get your leg pulled good, get with a couple farmers. I love ’em.
I “know” only one of them – a truly arrogant New Yorker who only recently became a contributor at Huffpo and from whose Blog I just found you.
The only thing real about him is that he’s really FOS and has nothing constructive to say but says everything with a long list of useless, unintelligent expletives before and after.
The NOLA Bloggers should have strung him up when they had the chance.
Of course, now, since he’s always the victim, he’ll puke his venom on both you and I because he’s, hmmmm, welllllll, he’s just soooooooo important – NOT!
Redneck Diva – its been a long time since I heard those 🙂 Turned 60 last year myself.
Mark: good solid name. Obviously intelligent and handsome too. Thanks for your comment, and welcome. You added some interesting inside information, come back often.
The only real thing about Huffpo writers is most of them have shady pasts and qualifications.
I wonder where she recruits all these people? they don’t talk like most liberals I know.
Sandrine: no kidding? I guess she gets just enough A listers to see credible and then fills in the rest with fodder.
Hi. I’m the rat whiner. I guess you think that just because I don’t want to kill a huge rat in my kitchen and do away with the corpse that makes me a hippie whiner? Of course you didn’t mention the parts of my piece where I was weighing my options and genuinely trying to figure out what the hell to do. If I had known you had a nine iron I would’ve called you.
By the way, I’m an actress and I write on the side. The Huff Po found me from my articles in the LA Weekly where I am a free lancer. I am not a fake. Not even my boobs.
best to you!
Hippie whiner? No, a hippie whiner would have just gotten high and made brownies. You sound like a Brooklyn Waitress/Actor who could handle anything with assistance of alcohol.
Hell’s Bells woman don’t call me if you got GigantaRat in your kitchen. I’ll get your booze or your trap, but I won’t get anywhere near a rat that size!
Thanks for letting me have a little fun at your expense.
Good luck on your acting career and don’t be a stranger. I look forward to reading your reaction to my ham-handed humor.
Congratulations on your boobs.
Hey Shari – ask the bosses at Huffpo to invite me as a guest blogger.
I promise to work hard and play nice with the other posters.