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Felt was not entirely unknown. He was a key figure in CONINTELPRO, an effort to infiltrate and undermine minority empowerment organizations like the Brown Berets and AIM. In fact, he was pardoned by Reagan--the irony that seems to underly all of the mainstream media these days--for breaking into a house. In fact, he was awarded the panties of a Weather Underground woman whose house was burglarized.
He was the highest ranking FBI member convicted of a criminal charge in 60 years.
I know a guy who published a book through Vantage Press about his adventures walking. This scares me. Because, well, he is a freak. I know you have to pay to publish through Vantage so that might not be the best idea for you.
However, if I remember correctly, Cafe Press allows you to have books. So you could sell a book through them and we would buy it. Well, I would. And then word of mouth would spread because, hello, we would all be alternatively laughing hsyterically or crying because what you wrote was very moving and then everyone would want to buy your book and then the publishers would storm your house in a bidding frenzy. And then you would be very rich and everyone would be happy. Except for your neighbor. She would be jealous.
"Holy crap," I said to Steve later, "I didn't even know he knew I had a blog. Do you think he's reading it?"
"How do you think he likes your anal sex lectures?" Steve asked.
I do not want to know. I just - Gah! I don't want to know!
And here is why:
1) the more famous bloggers have two sites, one they tell their family about and one they post to anonymously (well, except for Dooce, and she's fearless) and
2) I post no family foibles on my blog except those of the children (who can sue me later, if they don't figure out I'm broke already).
I blogged once that I was going nutso because my husband had promised my daughter her first sleep-over birthday party for the same time that I was expecting my mom for a week and putting on a banquet for 150 for the first time in my life. Mom emailed all huffy about "maybe I shouldn't come" and then I had to pacify her for half-a-dozen email rounds.
My dad emails my mom (they're long divorced) half-nutso when I refer to my kids as "the monsters". I can't imagine what kind of gear he'd strip if I blogged about the bruises on my hipbones b/c that's exactly where the kitchen drawer pulls smack me when Hubs bangs me in that room...
OOoh! Was the Pap Smear-ee that Mitzi Miller...? She's always doing great things for journalism, like going to a "happy ending" masseuse.
I think she has my dream job.
Foo.
my inner 8-year-old can't resist some selective juxtapositioning from this post:
"World's Biggest Asshole!"
"anal sex lectures"
Heh.
I've recently been added to the 'whether you like it or not' roll of NashVegas blogs, and I've decided to take my lumps. Because I've spent too long being dishonest. There are many things I'm resolved not to discuss (/coughmymother/cough) but I figure, there'll come a day when Dad finds me. So I might as well leave the picture up.
Though I might have namlet do a snazzy Photoshop job to it...
I live in fear of parental units finding the blog--what a way to be outed. But I really doubt they have that level of computer literacy, so I think it's safe.
In the meantime, former coworkers read it all the time, and now know far more about me than they did when we worked together.
I too was just saying the exact same thing yesterday about the lackluster unveiling of Deep Throat. The country's biggest mystery in years, and then *zap!* it's over. No murder? Mystery? Intrigue? Where's the media fanfare when you actually want it these days??
I'm coming home late Tuesday but will try to remember to snag the RedEye at Midway.
Did anyone see Jon Stewart doing the Daily Show thing about Felt? They showed clips of G. Gordon Liddy, Pat Buchanan, and some other right wing pundit trashing Felt. And then Jon concluded, "So Buchanan, Liddy, and XXX all hate him. I'd have to say Mark Felt is a pretty awesome guy."
Or something funny to that effect.
Oh, and P.S., I'd totally buy your book. But you'll have to autograph it with the anal sex lectures.
what would your dad say if he saw this?
"Welcome to Divine Interventions, the home of Baby Jesus Butt Plug and more!"
Not long ago, my mother dropped the bombshell that she reads my blog.
Let me just say, I feel your pain.
I was positively horrified for about five seconds. And then I realized, in my typically brash style "Fuck it."
Does it really matter what your parents think, with lectures on butt-sex and what not? They're reading it of their own accord, and I'd like to think they're mature enough to make thei...
Oh my God. I just remembered: I've linked to the Domestic Partner Black Vinyl Ripple Probe at least twice. Oh Jesus. I will never be able to look my mother in the eye again 
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