applies to more than pobiz, IMNSHO

Reb sure gives good rant:

...where is this personal venom coming from against our inaugural poet and poem? Are people in the music industry bitching that Obama should have picked Patti Labelle or Faith Hill or that guy from Coldplay? Are they up in arms at the selection of Yo Yo Ma? I kinda doubt it. This grotesque pettiness goes back to poets fighting over that tiny crumb of a pie. Poets, forget the fucking pie already! I promise you, it's stale and flavorless. If you ever get a bite, you'll still be as empty as you are now.

I feel compelled to add, however, that as a resident of Nashville (which my favorite local t-shirt describes as a "drinking town with a music problem"), I'm dead certain that someone in my area code -- hell, in my zip code -- was bitching about the music lineup. I've encountered walking cases of sour grapes here that could make vinegar taste like Manischewitz.

Still, it's tempting to turn "forget the fucking pie already" into a button. Or icon.

*wrenches self away from lure of further catwaxing and back to mortgage-paying, laundry-drying, Harudaki-smexing soup-heating...*