Party-san Bloggers

Blogging Tory Greg Staples of Political Staples and me.

The partisan blogosphere is not unlike a giant game of Dungeons and Dragons in which people take on roles in a quest to virtually slay their political enemies and monsters. Some of us get real angry, even mean and nasty, jousting with poisoned verbal lances at one another.

And then we get together for a pint or 10 and everybody is, like, really cool. Which is what happened Friday night in downtown Toronto when a group of maybe 60 bloggers -- most of us of the conservative and male persuasion -- gathered at Fiddlers Green Pub.

Among the attendees, Political Staples (with whom I am pictured and he has more photos on his blog), Quotulatiousness (who brought his cellphone cam), Canadian Headhunter, co-hosts Let It Bleed and Cherniak on Politics, the  haberdashered Meat man,  Zorpheous/Wingnuterer, Section 15, Dissonance and Disrespect, the Accordion Guy who brought his accordion, Sinister Thoughts, North American Patriot, Buckets of Grewal (whose work deserves more recognition from the MSM), the Mexican firecracker Naked Knit Girl, Relapsed Catholic (and no we neither spoke nor got into a creamed corn wrassling match), and last but far from least, my popcult hero, with whom I spent the most time, the one, the only, Ghost of a Flea!

In fact, the charming Ghost monopolized the ladies, including myself, and two other mainstream gals who track blogs for their CBC-TV and TVO programs, Leslie Stojsic (The National) and Benita Rowley (Studio 2).

But dazzling the crowd were the two bigtime bloggers who showed up, Warren Kinsella and Andrew Coyne.

One non-blogger who showed was my pal Huge Seagull from this community of crazies and assorted characters, good and bad.

Despite the presence of pool cues and darts in the room, nobody was hurt.

Passing observation: Bloggers are often called the pajamahadeen because they're supposedly working away in their basements wearing their flannies. Friday night, I counted at least six guys wearing plaid shirts. This might mean something. Or not.

Comments

[Maria]

Antonia, it was so nice meeting you. I had such a nice time. Hope to see you again soon :)

[Maria]

Actually, maybe we should go for chicken wings some day soon to that place you mentioned on the Danforth!

[Antonia Z.]

That would be the Manhattan Capon Wings at Allen's!!
http://allens.to/

[sooey]

were all the bloggers talking about www.sooeys.com? it's a blog. or, at least, it would be a blog if it wasn't all clogged up with posters. gawd. imagine www.sooeys.com with just sooey. all sooey, all the time. sooey sooey sooey sooey sooey sooey sooey - and so on and so forth and more of the same etc etc.
sooey

[Elvid]

Well, somebody doesn't seem to be in the "peace and love" vibe from last Friday's Bogstravaganza this morning. Too much cream corn or too little, I guess.

www.relapsedcatholic.blogspot.com

[Antonia Z.]

Elvid,

''Relapsed Catholic'' is a very uncharitable so-called Christian who is obsessed with maligning Muslims and insulting me. She also hates Canada. I would say more but it would be unkind.

Thanks Kathy for calling me a ''cougar'' though, although I have never dated a man more than four years younger than myself. It shows me that you see the possibilities for me to be attracting young studs. That's a compliment in my books.

xox

[Flea]

Don't think this means I have forgotten the leather pants!

[Elvid]

Don't mess with cougars of any type. More familiarity with the four legged kind. Watch out...

...They feed on large animals to mice; the cougar is capable of killing a 600 pound moose or elk. An adult male needs no more than 14-20 mule deer per year to survive. The female has a distinct scream that has been described as "nerve-wracking, demoniac, terror-striking, a trilling wail".