Eldridge and Barbie Dolls vs. Doogan and Mudflats: Because Nice Matters

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An Alaskan blogger who goes by the pseudonym AKMuckraker on The Mudflats has had her identity outed by Alaskan State Representative Mike Doogan (D). In short, Doogan got his panties in a tangle when AKMuckraker took him to task on the subject of email etiquette. He is further disgruntled because he seems to feel that AKM has no right to free speech if she speaks anonymously. Doogan, it seems, has never read The Federalist Papers, or Benjamin Franklin, or any of the legendary political writers who wrote anonymously.

 

A tempest in a teapot? A moose in the two-lane? I don’t think so.

 

There are two main issues here – his actions and his response: 1) Doogan outed a private citizen who wished to blog anonymously; and 2) His constituency (and others) are letting him know that they don’t like it and he’s letting them know he doesn’t like their rants and is keeping count.

 

It’s the second issue I want to talk about.

One West Virginia state delegate, Jeff Eldridge, caught all kinds of flack for proposing a law that would ban Barbie dolls in the state of West Virginia. His reasons centered on how the doll damages (maybe) the self-esteem of young girls. I was one of the people who rolled my eyes in disgust.  Although I played with Barbies and think my self-esteem is fine (perhaps even veering toward narcissism), I agree that Barbie possesses the potential to send the wrong signals to young girls. The world is full of wrong signals – more so than when I was young, but that could be the old fart in me talking. BUT. . .but. . .but. . .Rome is burning and Nero wants to ban Barbie dolls. The timing was ill done and the cynical me wondered if it was a smokescreen to sidetrack more important legislation. I didn’t bother to write him.

Even worse, to some extent, is that the national news got hold of it and we were lampooned and lambasted world-wide. I’ve never heard so many toothless Barbie jokes in my life.

While in Charleston during the Barbie fiasco, a friend of mine happened to be staying at the same hotel Eldridge was. She ran into him in the business center. It started as one of those strange conversations that only happen to some of us, but she and he ended up talking. While I wasn’t there, the gist of the conversation was that he was getting thousands of emails and attempting to send a personal answer to each sender – yes, read that again – a personal response to each email. For negative comments, he was responding with something akin to “Thank you for your negative response.” I’m told he explained that often elicited a second email that was much calmer to which he explained his reasoning for proposing a bill that had no chance of success.

My friend was exhausted by the conference she was attending and the full impact of what he was saying didn’t hit her until she was relaying the story to me. During the legislative session, this guy was sitting in the business center of a downtown hotel frantically trying to send personal, polite email to thousands of people of whom, by his reckoning, 80% were furious with him. A great deal of that mail was, no doubt, vitriolic and foul. I’m sure he was called lots of nasty things.

Now let’s talk about what Doogan is doing. Doogan stripped a blogger of her right to privacy without regard for her reasons or her safety. When her supporters, some of them really angry and nasty, emailed him, how has he responded?

Ooooo wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. He didn’t need to state that he doesn’t believe in any such thing as email etiquette. It’s quite apparent that this guy is far too hot-tempered to be a public servant.  All over the internet, folks are posting their responses from Doogan. Here’s one of my favorites from the comments section of Dawn Teo’s excellent piece on the Doogan fiasco at the Huffington Post: “If you send more than one rant, you mess up my count.”

Doogan is keeping a tab on who sends him email. If you send more than one “rant”, you’re messing up his count.

Yes, folks. Doogan is responding to at least some email. (He didn’t to mine, but I only sent one. I’m sorely tempted to send another.)  Clearly, Doogan has strong convictions which to his mind justifies his actions. Rather than share those convictions, he sends what could be veiled threats – I’m keeping track of you all and you’re messing up my count.

Why, exactly, does he need to keep count?

But back to Eldridge for a moment.

The following day, after a late evening in the business center, Eldridge made a speech on the floor of the legislature and explained his reasons for the Barbie bill. He also apologized for allowing West Virginia to be made the butt of yet more hillbilly jokes. He received a standing ovation from his colleagues. Of course, his intentions were honorable – as were his actions. His email etiquette was impeccable.

Doogan’s situation couldn’t be more different. Doogan made a mistake. Instead of apologizing and explaining his thought processes, he is taking names, keeping a list, and counting AKMuckraker supporters. I doubt anyone in Alaska is going to get an apology.  I hope his colleagues in Alaska stand in ovation when he is reprimanded. I know I will.

My doctor has a sign in her office that reads: because nice matters.

Here’s Doogan’s official contact information again in case you want to be included in the count.

Mike Doogan: CONTACT ME
Ph: (907) 465-4998
Or (800) 689-4998
Fax: (907) 465-4419
doogan@akdemocrats.org
Representative_Mike_Doogan@legis.state.ak.us

First known case of an anonymous blogger being cyber-stalked by a politician?

The following newsletter was sent to the membership of The Mudflats Forum.  It is posted here with permission.   Far more postings have occurred on the ‘net since the newsletter went out.  The links  listed are only a few.–C

Hi everyone,

You may recall that some time ago Rep Mike Doogan was sending some crazy emails to people who emailed him and AKMuckraker was one of the bloggers involved in exposing his craziness.

Apparently this did not sit well with Rep Doogan. He has been trying to find out who AKMuckraker was for several months now and he has finally managed to do it. He then sent out a message to people on his mailing list via his official legislative newsletter, advising them of the real name of AKMuckraker.

Whether or not people support AKMuckrakers opinions, it seems most people support her right to remain anonymous. We feel it is a right that everyone on the internet is entitled to – people make the decision for their own reasons, some because they have been cyber stalked in the past, some to prevent being cyber-stalked in the future.

This may be the first known case of an anonymous blogger being cyber-stalked by a politician determined to find out their real identity and out them, though!

http://www.themudflats.net/2009/03/27/in-exposing-the-identity-of-mudflats-rep-mike-doogan-exposes-himself/

We are not certain at this stage but it is possible that Rep Doogan has broken the law, and there may be legal action that AKMuckraker can take. Whether or not AKMuckraker chooses to do that is another question and one I am sure she will consider this carefully over the coming days.

You can read posts from bloggers on this subject via the following links –
http://progressivealaska.blogspot.com/2009/03/mike-doogan-outs-mudflats.html
http://shannynmoore.wordpress.com/2009/03/27/my-friend-mudflats/
http://theimmoralminority.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-difference-between-rep-mike.html
http://mamadance.wordpress.com/2009/03/27/a-sad-day-mudflats-is-changed-forever/
http://palingates.blogspot.com/2009/03/doogan-broke-federal-law-by-outing.html
http://www.thinkalaska.com/2009/03/rep-mike-doogans-missuse-of-legislative.html
http://werenotthatstupid.blogspot.com/2009/03/epic-failmike-doogan-plays-god.html

We also have a thread on this on the forums, where you can feel free to add your comments.

http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php/topic,6675.0.html

Updates and possible calls for action will be posted in that thread, so make sure to check it regularly.. We will also try and keep up with links to posts on the subject – and possibly media stories.

You may find it difficult to access the mudflats blog and forums over the next few days – especially if the mainstream media pick up this story – until we move them to a server with a larger capacity. This will cost us around $200 a month but we feel that the demand for accessing the sites over the next few weeks will make it difficult for the usual mudflats readers to keep up to date, so we are biting the bullet and hoping that people will assist with donations.

You can donate to AKMuckraker via the paypal buttons found on both the blog and the forums.

You can also email messages of support to AKMuckraker at akmuckraker@yahoo.com – be aware that a lot of people are doing so at the moment so you may not get a reply but we feel it is important to let AKMuckraker know that she is supported.

Regards,
Snoskred
On behalf of The Mudflats Team.

http://www.themudflats.net/forum/index.php

This email is being sent to all members of The Mudflats forums, even if you have chosen not to receive announcements. We apologise if you did not wish to receive it. We felt this was important news that all would want to be alerted to.

Alaska State Representative Outs Anonymous Blogger

AKMuckraker, the anonymous blogger who was one of the first to discuss Sarah Palin’s weaknesses as both a governor and a vice-presidential candidate, has been outed by an Alaskan Representative (D), Mike Doogan, in what appears to be an act of revenge.  AKM is a progressive and registered as a Democrat.

You’ll note in the contact information below that Doogan is also a Democrat. AKM calls things as AKM sees them without respect to party. What may have initially wedged Doogan’s britches was criticism about email etiquette. (No. I’m not kidding – as AKM might say – you can’t make this stuff up.)  AKM’s post about email etiquette is here.  AKM has posted initial thoughts on the outing.  There are some difficulties accessing the site due to the high volume of traffic.

As an active participant in The Mudflats community, as a person with strong feelings about the right to express a personal opinion, and as a semi-anonymous blogger, I’m outraged.

Here’s what AKM had to say about posting anonymously in her response to the outing:

It said in my “About” page that I choose to remain anonymous.  I didn’t tell anyone why.  I might be a state employee.  I might not want my children to get grief at school.  I might be fleeing from an ex-partner who was abusive and would rather he not know where I am.  My family might not want to talk to me anymore.  I might alienate my best friend.  Maybe I don’t feel like having a brick thrown through my window.  My spouse might work for the Palin administration.  Maybe I’d just rather people not know where I live or where I work.  Or none of those things may be true.  None of my readers, nor Mike Doogan had any idea what my personal circumstances might be.  But that didn’t seem to matter.

Shannyn Moore, another Alaskan blogger, has expressed her thoughts on the matter .

Please feel free to contact Representative Doogan:

Mike Doogan: CONTACT ME
Ph: (907) 465-4998
Or (800) 689-4998
Fax: (907) 465-4419
doogan@akdemocrats.org
Representative_Mike_Doogan@legis.state.ak.us

Be forewarned, he doesn’t believe there is any such thing as email etiquette. 

In the interest of full disclosure, I should state that I’m one of the volunteer moderators/administrators of The Mudflats Forum which is the community associated with the blog.  I didn’t know who AKM was even though we chat now and again. 

I have lots of reasons for maintaining my anonymity on the ‘net and ain’t nary a one of them anyone’s business, but my own.  This whole thing stinks to high heaven and even more so in consideration of the abuse of power.

W. Va. Fur and Root: edited for clarity and to clean up links.

The Sleeping Hillbilly: Writer’s Block or Simple Inertia (A Case Study)

Back when I thought I was just a hillbilly wannabe.

Back when I thought I was just a hillbilly wannabe.

It has occurred to me that what I have been labeling writer’s block may just be simple inertia born of sleep deprivation. This thought was born of pondering why it is that if I miss 10 hours of sleep over two days, it takes me 42 hours of sleep to catch up.  Of course the answer is 42: bonus points if you know why.

I was rip-roaring and ready to take over the world on Monday when I got a phone call from Chef Boy ‘R Mine announcing a surprise, imminent visit. His visits are rare enough and due to the continued shenanigans at Hell’s Kitchen of the Moment, he is fixin’ to move to Charlotte.

I suppose the move to Charlotte was inevitable, but when I got him back after two years and four Floridian Hell’s Kitchens of the Moment, I was hopeful I could keep him close. Not gonna happen. Besides, it seems de rigueur for younguns to spend part of their youth in Charlotte. It’s a rite of passage or something. While the direction of the Hillbilly Highway keeps changing, the existence continues.

My people outmigrated from Appalachia so many years ago that for a time the younger generation was completely ignorant of our hillbilly roots. It wasn’t until my family moved here in the early 70s, left again, and then came back in the mid 80s that I started exploring why it was that I was just so comfortable here – why it was that a Californian born military brat with no roots who had never tasted pinto beans outside of a Mexican restaurant felt completely and utterly at home. That old saying – there are two kinds of people who leave West Virginia, those who come back and those who want to – didn’t seem like it should apply to me, but it did. The seven years of exile from the hills between high school and young adulthood were great fun, but I talked incessantly of getting back here. And I did just in time to raise Chef Boy ‘R Mine here.

Prior to that, home had been that collection of people known as my immediate family. I discovered that while I had been reared in military towns all over the United States, my rearing had been supervised by parents who had parents who had parents with deep roots in Appalachia. The behavior that made us stand out in Camp Lejeune and Quantico and Kaneohe was so muted by generational atrophy that it wasn’t even noticeable here. (I’ve been working on that – I hate not being noticed.)  Home is now both a group of people and a place.

You’d have thunk one of us would have cottoned on when the family friends we developed were the pharmacist originally from West Virginia, the co-worker from Tennessee, my mom’s BFF from Kermit. There were other friends, of course. A lot of them were from Michigan and it wasn’t until I studied Appalachian history and culture that I learned about the Hillbilly Highway to Detroit/Ann Arbor/Ypsilanti. I recently learned that one part of Ypsitanti is called Ypsitucky. Both of my parents were from that area of Michigan and they simply thought the connection was a Michigan connection. Pshaw. That I’ve picked West Virginia to bond with should be no surprise. It’s the only state entirely contained within the Appalachian Region and I’m an all or nothing kind of person.

When I worked at the newspaper in Waukesha, Wisconsin, I was awfully puzzled when all the paperboys/girls brought me birth certificates listing Owensboro, Kentucky as their place of birth. [Johnny Depp is the only pretty-boy type of famous person I’ve ever salivated over post-junior high. It tickles me pink to know he’s from Owensboro.]

So, anyway, I’m enjoying my adult (and I use that term loosely) son. After the slamming door phase of his teenage years, it’s heady stuff to sit at the table with him after one of his spectacular concoctions and kill a bottle (or two) of wine. This last time we were up until 1:30 discussing the events of his birth. I haven’t been up at 1:30 unless I woke up at 1:29 to pee since. . .since. . .since I don’t know when.

Unfortunately, I had to be somewhere the next morning. I had to be there with all my synapses firing and a spring in my step. Morning is not my friend and this was a daunting enough challenge without starting sleep deprived (and more than an hour late as things turned out). That night when I finally got to my hotel room, instead of diving into bed, my roomie and I were up far too late talking about this and that. She’s roughly my age, working full-time and going to grad school full-time. She was as tired as I.  [<–Well lookie there!  Excruciatingly correct grammar.  I should fix that.] Yet we stayed up talking about a scintillating conversation she had with a controversial legislator in the hotel’s business center. One thing led to another and it was midnight before we turned the light out. (She was on spring break and we’ve dubbed this out-of-town sleepover Girls Gone Wild: The Menopause Years. Pitiful.)

I had to be at the Capitol rotunda by 7:00 a.m., so it was another brutal morning made more so by the agony of trying to find parking in the rain. When I finally got home later in the afternoon, I crashed into bed for a nap. Woke up to eat and went back to sleep.

The following morning, I overslept. I put in a full day of work and came home forcing myself to wait until 7 p.m. to go to bed for the evening. By 7:11 p.m., I was nestled in bed with a trashy novel and asleep by 7:30. I didn’t wake until 8:30 yesterday morning.

I sat at the laptop for hours yesterday morning trying to summon the creative energy necessary to blog about some current events that are driving me crazy, but I couldn’t get going. I checked Facebook. I checked Twitter. I cruised other peoples’ blog postings. I cleaned out my email box and set up some new filters. I took a nap. And then I took another nap. And then I went to bed at 9 p.m. before waking just a bit ago.

Trying to motivate, but getting (surprise!) side-tracked.

Trying to motivate, but getting side-tracked.

I’m still tired. I’m willing to bet that I nap at least once today. I still don’t have the energy to tackle the plethora of blog postings, news articles and videos, etc. that are making my hair burst into flames. I don’t know if it’s writer’s block or inertia born of fatigue. While I have no desire to return to my misspent youth, I do miss being able to be dynamic and functional on 3-hours of sleep per night, night after night. I wonder had I slept more between 1979 and 1987 if I’d be more dynamic and functional now. As a dear friend pointed out, I seem to wonder, ponder, muse, and cogitate a lot these days. I hadn’t thought it was a new habit, but my biggest failing during my youth was that I didn’t do such things with enough regularity. But hot damn and a fine cha cha too, I had a good time. Of course, now I think about stuff too much and thus get nothing accomplished. I’ve been seeking balance my entire life.

I’m hopeful that by tomorrow I’ll be ready to take over the world again. Trust me: when I rule the world things will be different.