Who is Bill Ayers? I refer you to Gossip Girl.

Who is Bill Ayers?
Is he a pal or just another guy in Mr. Obama's
neighborhood?

The short answer is he was a real and leading domestic terrorist, of the mad bomber subspecies, in the late 1960's and early 1970's. He was one of the weathermen, a hyper radical infantile Marxist group, who chanted
"Power to the People" (Don't you love it) wore jeans and tie dyed shirts, didn't shave or wash much and burned with political ambition.

Their name came from a Bob Dylan song, the one that says the times they are a changin' and you don't have to a weatherman to see it. (Forgive me but this brings back memories of the sixties: the feel and the smell of marajuana, the goofie certitude, condomless sex, head lice and odd rashes.)

Now the one little kicker to the Weathermen, as opposed to other New Left groups and luntic collectives of those days, was the social position of most of their members. This is where GOSSIP GIRL comes in because most of the Weathermen/women were debutantes and assorted other rich kids. Bill Ayers's Daddy was the Chairman of Board of Con Edison, New York City's power company.

Do you understand that? We are talking Blair Waldorf plus Chuck Bass plus plastique explosives. We are talking upper east side Marxists, like think about that. Debutantes and Molotov Cocktails. Debutantes in jeans and Bergdorf Goodman blouses talking about "offing pigs and racists." It was the sort of leftist operations where people would say things like, "Have we been introduced?" or "Were you in the Hamptons last summer?" Ah, they were so Junesse d'ore.

So there we are, the cast is insufferable queen bee bitch deb's and WASP princesses like Blair Waldorf and selfish spoiled brat rich cad's like Chuck Bass. They planted bombs, but they were not that good really. Not as good as Ted Krysinsky -- UC Berkeley Math Wiz and real mad bomber. They were not as good at as Tim McVey a shanty Mick with USArmy ordinance training.

Beside the buildings and relatively small number of victims of the Weathermen, there is that totemic achievement. They were plotting away in a posh upper east side town house one afternoon, no doubt drinking Veuve Cliquot champaigne and gossiping as they assembled their bombs and I guess one of them crossed the wrong color wires on a detonator. Well,
that was it! KABOOOOOOOOOOOM and they blew the townhouse and half the block to smithereens. They never found much but stray pieces of three debutantes and their Marxist beaux and boyfriends. Power to the People and there was a huge crater in the middle of a very "A" list neighborhood. Anyway, that is the story of Bill Ayers and the Weathermen.

XOXO

Pretend this was read in a wonderfully arch voice by the lovely Kristin Bell.