The History of Skins's Island. DUmmieland, or Skins's island (or, as some might call it, a really lurid and grotesque kuckenkuckensheim), was founded in late January 2001, after George Bush had been sworn into office, Alphonse Capote Gore having tried to steal Florida and failed.
The Democrat Leadership Council (DLC), having figured out that their presidential candidate had lost in November 2000 because of fringe elements, lunatic elements, extremist elements, in their own party shooting off their mouths, offending decent and civilized people, decided that while it was not wise to disavow such supporters of the Democrat party and Democrats, it might be wise to hide them away from view of the general public, so as to not offend.
Sort of like in the old days, stashing Retarded Johnny or Crazy Aunt Millie up in the attic.
At the same time, my fellow alum Skins (official name: "Skinner") was without a political job, and the DLC wished to keep him around and active. Skins had previously worked for U.S. Senator Joseph Biden (D-Delaware), the Levin brothers (U.S. Senator and U.S. Congressman) of Michigan, and U.S. Congressman David Bonoir (D-Michigan).
There wasn't room for my fellow alum on any other congressional staffs, and besides, Skins had started a web-design business along with Lord Marblehead (official name: "EarlG"), and was doing well with that, turning out some really good, top-notch, high-quality stuff.
Skins was persuaded to undertake this new political web-site as a part-time deal, a hobby.
Alas for my fellow alum, it turned out a bit too much, what with all the whining, griping, moaning, complaining, cursing, self-pitying, of the DUmmies, or primitives. Skins had hoped for some sort of high-class forum involved in Aristolean dialogue, but the world got DUmmieland instead.
Of course, sensible political dialogue was never intended for Skins's island; the purpose of DUmmieland was to identify, attract, and sequester the weirds, the whacks, the extremes, the lunatics, in some small place far isolated from the real world, where the primitives could yell-and-scream and spew forth their Hate and intolerance in foggy obscurity, invisible to decent and civilized people who might be offended.
Imagine the damage the DUmmies could do, to Democrats and liberals, if left alone to wander all over the internet; with Skins's island, the primitives are kept corralled in, controlled. And thus DUmmieland, or Skins's island.