In the spirit of yesterday’s post about IT e-Business techno-babble, here’s an excellent piece skewering political babble-speak.
My favorite bit:
But at the end of the day, my new slate of initiatives was in meltdown mode. The dog that previously didn’t bark now wouldn’t hunt. My gaffe morphed into a climbdown as I stumbled across the fourth, fifth and sixth rails of American politics. Instead of walking back the cat, I had jumped the shark. Where once I had been a dark horse, I was now a wingnut. The last straw that broke the camel’s back left my platform for clean politics in a lockbox. My Sister Souljah moment came during a perfect storm that was unprecedented in its magnitude, just as my political star was beginning to ebb. It was Me-gate.
Loonmagnet 
Wow. I mean, like, wow.
I feel like the apprentice before the master. Mr. Cavanaugh has just elbowed his way into my personal pantheon.
I bow to his capabilities.
I’m dying for a chance to use the phrase “Me-gate” in context.
Actually, I suppose I don’t want to be at the center of a scandal, so I guess I’d prefer to be able to use “You-gate” in context.
Except that doesn’t have the same ring. Oh well.