Blogger helps David Broder gain admittance to restricted press area

Here's an absolutely priceless story from a Blue Mass Group blogger who is in New Hampshire following the presidential race:

OK, the Broder story. He and I were the only ones on the shuttle, so we made a bit of small talk on the ride from the lot to the building where the press hangs out (Alumni Gymnasium, if you're keeping score). When we got to the credential pickup spot, I presented my photo ID and was handed my credential, no questions asked. But things didn't go so smoothly for Mr. B. "David Broder, from the Washington Post," he said. "Hmmm," said the checker. "Broder ... Broder ... from the Washington Post, you say?" "Yes," Broder replied.

"Did you fill out a credential request?" "My newspaper did," he replied. "They told me it was all taken care of." The checker perused the list for a few moments, and then declared Mr. Broder's name absent. She handed him a form to fill out.

I was still standing there, and I assured the checker that he was, in fact, David Broder from the Washington Post. That seemed to reassure her, since I was the second person to have done that. I found that extremely funny -- imagine the headline: "Blogger helps Broder gain admittance to restricted press area." What planet are we on, again?

Serves as a delightful metaphor, doesn't it? But that's not the only story coming out of the Granite State - here's another one:

I headed back to my car around midnight - and who should I find on the empty sidewalks but a lost David Brooks, unable to find his car. He asked if I knew where the media lots were, and then proceeded to head in the opposite direction. Having parked near a media lot, I can now say with some confidence: David Brooks asked me for help, and wound up even more lost when he didn't take my directions.

Well, "lost" is a good word to describe the Beltway pundit corps, insulated and out of touch with real people. They're floundering around while the netroots in New Hampshire are having a good time and enjoying themselves.