You Know What? Vilsack Is Not The Enemy. Vilsack's A Pretty Decent Guy

From Salon's coverage of YearlyKos (read the rest if you don't mind sitting through some ad):

Retired Gen. Wesley Clark, a 2004 White House contender, threw an after-hours party Thursday night in a packed bar at the Hard Rock Hotel, though the open bar only included a limited supply of bottled beer and cheap red wine. New Mexico Gov. Bill Richardson showed up Friday morning with breakfast pastries, along with praise for the blogging community and his endorsement of Democrats becoming "the party of [outer] space." Iowa Gov. Tom Vilsack appeared for an education panel before meeting privately with a small pre-selected group of bloggers, without offering so much as a stick of gum.

Tom Vilsack should have brought along some Iowa exports, although young brains look gross, ethanol wouldn't be allowed on a commercial airliner, pig manure would smell like shit.

There's more:

While [one-term VA Guv Mark] Warner wined and dined, Vilsack took a decidedly low-key approach. "I think it's important to focus on the politics and the policy and not the personality," the Iowa governor told a small group of reporters after the education panel. Vilsack also responded to bloggers who have attacked him for serving as the chair of the Democratic Leadership Council, which is reviled by many activists for being too centrist and too accommodating toward Republicans. (Warner is also associated with the DLC, which served as the policy inspiration of Bill Clinton's 1992 campaign).

"You know what, I am not the enemy," Vilsack said, after inviting the Democratic bloggers to hold their next convention in Des Moines. "I am a pretty decent guy."

Awwww, you almost feel sorry for the way Vilsack was so disrespected by a bunch of hand-picked, self-important, Apple-toting, trust fund slumming, crybaby, and smug Kossack commies.

Maybe Vilsack should have brought some corn stover to shove up their asses. Losers.

What a waste of time on Vilsack's part. I sure hope he stopped by the Sapphire Gentlemen's Club for some love, because that's about the only place he could have gotten any around those Kossacks.