Strolling into the Sunset

Want to make your weekend a wonkend? I’ll leave you with this Blog Stroll…

Over at Power Plays, Tom Robbins notes that a certain new Dem chieftain can’t bring himself to say Freddy’s name. I’ll give you a hint: he’s a Brooklyner, and his first name rhymes with “neat-o.”

Team Kos takes a look at third-quarter recruitment and fundraising. Casts it as Chuck vs. Libby Dole, cheers wildly.

“Sometimes the gods of Washington gossip-mongering smile, DeLay-like, upon us all,” gushes Wonkette, on the announcement of an upcoming tell-all book by former DNC chair Terry McAuliffe. The Politicker – at least partially responsible for a collision involving wine, a busboy, and Mr. McAuliffe, back at a CGI cocktail party – now feels less guilty for not begging to pay Mr. McAuliffe’s dry cleaning bill. Apparently, there was a bidding war (for the book, not his suit).

We’re getting a Homeland Security representative… now let’s send him back home! Gothamist is amused by the Police Commissioner’s warm welcome to New York’s Newest.

GOP and the City sends up the Daily News’ latest take on TerrorEmailgate, proposing a complex network of alliances all the way from U.S. Coast Guard information officer Nathaniel Heiner (an original member of Sha-Na-Na) to the ubiquitous Kevin Bacon.

The Daily Gotham runs an article taking Bloomberg’s education record to task. And, as one reader notes, the fame of Freddy’s botched appearance with Bill Clinton yesterday has spread so far, so wide, that… the Drudge Report has taken notice.

The Politicker, however, urges fans of Freddy to look on the bright side. It must be noted that, even though the speech he’d planned for this morning was cancelled when no one showed up, the sound guy was there.

‘Til Monday.