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Damn It Feels Good To Be A Cracker

Quick! Get this toy representation of a Black Panther character Chris Rock played on Saturday Night Live 12 years ago his own weblog!

This month's episode of "where are all the (non-white, non-male) bloggers?" comes to us courtesy of Steven Levy, who then proceeds to pare down the question to the top 100 blogs, as shown by Technorati. Unfortunately, he seems to do no further research into the character of the pages themselves. Of the top 20, for instance:

-- 6 are technology-oriented [Boing Boing, Gizmodo, Penny-Arcade, Binary Bonsai, Engadget, Metafilter]
-- 5 are personal/clearly jokes [boren.nu and zengun, from the guy who created WordPress, carthik, Davenetics, Dooce]
-- 1 is foreign and not accesible (Interney [a Portugeuse site?]);
-- 5 are political (Instapundit, Daily Kos, Talking Points Memo, Atrios, LGF);
-- 1 is a news aggregator (Common Dreams); and
-- 1 is by a former child actor (Wil Wheaton).

Which leads me to the only thing I can conclude: either Technorati is jacked up and gave Levy a bunch of garbled nonsense, or we need to solve this problem by getting Michael Dorn or LeVar Burton their own blog, because Trekkies are notoriously open-minded and will crash that site/those sites overnight with their stupid comments and questions.

However, Levy does point to the funniest phenomenon this side of Gallagher II: all-white conferences about blogging wondering why everything seems so SPF-50 up in here? Or, another conference highlighted by Digby for its complete lack of meaningful liberal voices, much less anyone that flunked the paper bag test: Moderator E.J. Dionne, Jr.; Panelists: Jodie T. Allen (Pew Research Center), Ana Marie Cox (Wonkette.com), Ellen Ratner (Talk Radio News Service), Jack Shafer (Slate), and Andrew Sullivan. As recent Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee Percy Sledge might have sung at a John Birch Society meeting: "it's all wrong but it's all white!"

Steve Gilliard, who himself may be black and/or know other black people, turns the question back to the so-called punditocracy: "If you walked around the New Republic with a dead cat, how long could you swing it before you hit a person who was dusky of tone? My bet is that your arm would fall off first." Now, that just isn't polite, and encourages deviant behavior with dead cats. However, you might cold-cock Peter Beinart in the face with some mange, and that would be cool.