Rise Up Wonkers, Your Nation Needs You
From time to time, we here at the Glorious Wonkette, May It Live Forever, call upon you, the Wonker, to give us shit. Sometimesit is money! (It is always money.) Sometimes it is your expertise, like that time we said "How do we make a website?" and you answered! Once we were drunk and asked for an apartment. Nobody gave us one, which is very stupid.
Today we call upon you to rise up and convene a new Wonkommittee, the last one having done its job pretty much. This one calls not for ridiculous amounts of knowledge on "coding" and "how to read proposals from web developers, who are obviously deranged." Instead, we need the thing you have in spades: vast stores of institutional knowledge about Yr Wonket. We are gonna make a Wonkette Glossary, or Wonkassary, which makes you, the lucky joiner, a member of the Wonkassommittee, which is too a good name you shut your fucking mouth.
We had an intern doing it once but she never showed up again. Will YOU show up? Of course you will, your job is to sit in the comments 19 hours a day, for freedom.
Sign up below, so we can take the sweat of your brow and the blood of your brow and the tears of your brow and sell them to rubes, on the Internet.
Oh yeah PS we also need a Night Sex columnist. For night, and sex. Just FYI.
Rebecca Schoenkopf is the owner, publisher, and editrix of Wonkette. She is a nice lady, SHUT UP YUH HUH. She is very tired with this fucking nonsense all of the time, and it would be terrific if you sent money to keep this bitch afloat. She is on maternity leave until 2033.