About Dowd

Raised on an apple orchard in the Connecticut River Valley, D. Dowd Muska loved liberty from an early age. Growing up in the Era of Reagan, Dowd was heavily influenced by both the Gipper and a bureaucrat-hating father who seldom had anything good to say about “public servants.”

At 18, Dowd went off to D.C. to study government at The George Washington University. (Not the finest school in the land, but for political junkies, its location and opportunities can’t be beat.) A career with the national Republican Party was the goal, but the more he saw of it, the less Dowd wanted to do with the GOP. Besides, his neoconnish weltanschauung was giving way to old-school libertarianism, and by graduation time, Potomac Fever had given way to Potomac Disgust.

Dowd went westward after D.C., first to New Mexico and then to Nevada. At 27, he came back to his home state for what was to be a brief stay. A decent-paying job -- hard to come by, in the government-fighting industry -- kept him in the Nutmeg State. When on April 19, 2004, Dowd became an uncle, the trip back to the West was put off indefinitely. Single and child-free by choice, there’s no way he’s going to miss out on the formative years of Aidan Joseph O’Brien, his beautiful (and off-the-scale-IQ) nephew.

When not fighting collectivism and toddlersitting A.J. in North Jersey, Dowd enjoys American history, classic cinema, growing peppers, and searching the woods of Connecticut for the mountain lions wildlife bureaucrats say aren’t there. (Hundreds of eyewitnesses say otherwise.) He owns a smart-but-surly golden retriever and rather pensive American toad.