Posted from the U.S.
If you have not checked out Wonkette, please do so now. It's pretty hip in the blogging world to call Wonkette a foul mouthed skank, a sex obsessed gossip fiend, or a trashy DC blogging boozing tramp.
In my view, Wonkette means something else entirely. Wonkette is the apex of blogging - a high water mark in journalism. Wonkette takes a hearty piss on all that is Washington - a healthy stream of urine that douses all in its way. A river.
Wonkette is the dirty underbelly, the lint in the bellybutton, the quick jello shot of online porn - the dirty, sexy fun girl in college with a massive IQ, granite confidence, and an unholy taste for bad things and clove cigarettes. The intellectual slut - a brainy dreamy nightmare rolled into one ball of manic fur and martinis who eats boys for dinner and spits out their chewed up bones.
Wonkette is an evil pleasure - just saying "Wonkette" makes one feel filthy and skeezy. Would you like to Wonkette? Sure! It is good, this norwegian wood, this wooly Wonkette.
Don't fight it - immerse deeply in the Wonkette, slap down some science, and keep on truckin' down that road.