A Rational Animal

Rethuggery, Nattering Nutjobs, SCLM StupidityMarch 31, IST 07:3150 AM

 

I haven’t had the [dis]pleasure of seeing this ad on TV yet, despite the fact the McMaverick chose my state (WTF?) to launch it.  However, all the coverage of it that I’ve seen thus far focuses only on the redundant ineptness of the wording - missing the real point.  The ad’s closer:

 

"John McCain: The American president Americans have been waiting for."

 

It neglected to add:

"This slander brought to you courtesy of the StraitJacket Express<sup>TM</sup>." 

There.  Fixed. 

Seriously, here we have the first preview of what September will look like.  Forget the swiping (OMG, plagiarizing!) of Obama’s "we are the ones we’ve been waiting for" sentiment.  They key here is the racist, nationalist dog-whistle - one which, I guarantee you, will come through loud and clear to a large percentage of this state’s population:

"The American president . . . ."

Because, you know, that angry Negro with the funny name and the (ZOMG, Muslim!!!one!!eleven!!!) father from someplace in darkest Africa - well, we all know he’s not a Real American.  After all, he’s African!  (And black!)  And Muslim!  (And black!)  And miscegenated!  (And black!)  And Muslim!  (And black!)  And with a crazy, racist, terrorist-loving Christian preacher!  (And black!)

Note also the use of the article:  "The American president," not "An American president."  Just in case, you know, you were inclined to give McMaverick the benefit of the doubt or anything.  Or, for the dog-whistle crowd, just in case you were thinking maybe he was including Obama in the pool of legitimate candidates.

No, to McMaverick, there’s only one legitimate candidate:  the white guy.  It doesn’t matter that he’s a hypocritical, ethically-challenged, bigoted, lunatic nut job - he’s white!  He’s "The American."

And a few more bearings fall out of the wheels as the StraitJacket Express<sup>TM</sup> rolls on down the highway . . . . 

I wonder how long before it runs off the road, crashing into a public square and mowing down all the innocents in its path?  Of course, when it does, the media will be sure to bring us The Whole Story, complete with expert analysis about how the fact that McMaverick was tortured makes him a Great War Hero, and thus, all the dead pedestrians are simply martyrs to the noble cause of perpetuating that narrative.

Rethuggery, Nattering Nutjobs, SCLM StupidityMarch 10, GMT 12:1029 PM

 

A quick note on the yesterday’s media-related posts from Matt Stoller and Molly I:  They’re both partly right.  In different ways, they both miss the real point.

Referring to the testy exchange between McMaverick and Elizabeth Bumiller, Matt wonders why the sudden change in the coverage of McCain.  I should’ve thought the answer was obvious:  For Villager Media, anything St. McMaverick says goes - unless and until he makes One Of Their Own look bad.  And since he got snippy with One Of Their Own - a stenographer who’s prostituted herself so publicly in the service of Bush’s agenda - he must be disciplined.  Publicly.

You’re welcome. 

Molly I., on the other hand, simply didn’t take her argument to its logical conclusion.  [Disclaimer:  I read Molly I’s takedowns of MoDo religiously.  Hell, I read her takedowns of everyone religiously.]

Molly finally begins to suss out what’s really at work in MoDo’s "coverage" of Clinton and Obama:  It’s The Graduate all over again.  And she’s right.

Except . . . .

In MoDo World, Hillary is not Mrs. Robinson - MoDo herself is.  And that’s why, in MoDo World, Obama must be disciplined, too.  Good-looking younger guy - who the hell does he think he is, not recognizing that he must bow before the altar of MoDo?  I mean, really - wasting all those looks and all that charm and all that oratory on the great unwashed voting masses, when he should know that the first priority of every presidential candidate (and every male) should be to court MoDo’s own twisted affections and affectations.

You’re welcome. 

 

Spineless Dems, Nattering Nutjobs, SCLM StupidityFebruary 16, GMT 13:1642 PM

 

Links added here.

The more I think about the current state of the Dem race, the madder I get. 

Nattering Nutjobs, SCLM Stupidity 12:1627 PM


Image from here, if you want an explanation. 

Yes, Clinton has been the subject of sexist attacks throughout the campaign.

No, this is not one of them. 

C’mon, woman up.  This is just unmitigated bullshit, and you know it. 

 

Nattering Nutjobs, SCLM StupidityFebruary 14, GMT 07:1449 AM

 

In honor of St. Valentine’s Day, Howie Kurtz posts a big sloppy suck-off to pal Tweety. 

It’s 6:35 AM, and already I’ve lost my appetite for the entire day.

Urk. 

Spineless Dems, Rethuggery, Nattering Nutjobs, SCLM Stupidity 07:1431 AM

 

Links finally added, here.

Spineless Dems, Rethuggery, Nattering Nutjobs, SCLM StupidityFebruary 09, GMT 05:913 AM

 

Links added here

(Incidentally, amassing them subjected me to an exhausting trawl through the cobwebbed psychopathic corners of the Rethug mind.  I wonder whether the Obama campaign would be willing to pay for the therapy I’ll so obviously need after that . . . ?)

Spineless Dems, Rethuggery, SCLM Stupidity, Props and ThanksFebruary 02, GMT 07:214 AM

 
Image copyright Steve Bates

Many thanks to the irrepressible and irreplaceable Steve Bates at the YDD for the links.  And while I’m at it, I want to return the favor:  Steve’s post, "What Edwards Accomplished," underscores some important points that I failed to make about the role that Edwards has played in this primary.  As he notes, we owe Edwards a debt of gratitude for (among many other things) making the subjects of this campaign relevant to ordinary folks. 

That’s one too-seldom-recognized element of the GOP’s success:  It couches its corporatist, expansionist, fundamentalist agendas in faux-populist rhetoric to persuade voters that it really is watching out for the little guy.  Of course, nothing could be further from the truth, but the Rethugs have been veritable geniuses at it.  And so racism becomes about "illegal immigration," which morphs magically into "protecting jobs," and criminal lawbreaking becomes about "catching terrorists," which transmogrifies into "protecting children," and so on and so forth down the slippery slope to authoritarian hell.

What Edwards has managed to do - and this is one of the reason Teh Villagers hate him so for being so "angry" - is to turn the GOP’s bullshit rhetoric inside-out (or rather, to take rhetoric that’s already inside-out and turn it back to reality), by breaking down the establishment agenda into terms that are relevant to ordinary people’s lives.  Doing so has shown average voters that, in fact, voting Rethug is not in their own self-interest, long-term or otherwise.

And I still say, vote Edwards.  It’s time to hold his delegates hostage until we extract some real action from the eventual nominee. 

Spineless Dems, SCLM StupidityJanuary 30, GMT 13:3029 PM


Photo from official Edwards campaign Web site.

Dear Senator Edwards:

I thought long and hard about whether even to bother posting this letter, in light of the news that you’re dropping out of the presidential race.  Sadly, Ralph Nader has made up my mind for me, and so I’m going to post it anyway.

Over the past few days, I have posted similar letters to your remaining opponents for the Democratic presidential nomination - with one fundamental difference:  My letters to Senators Clinton and Obama explained why, to my great disappointment, I could not vote for either of them in our state caucus.  In your case, I did cast my vote for you - and am now faced with the prospect that doing so was as much a wasted vote as it would have been had I cast it for Bill Richardson or for "Uncommitted." 

I awoke yesterday morning to the news that your last-minute detour to New Orleans today to give a speech on poverty would in fact be the speech in which you announced your withdrawal from the race.  A part of me is extremely sympathetic to such a decision:  Thanks in large part to our corrupt media and Beltway establishment’s insistent Dean-ing of your entire campaign, it has seemed clear for the last couple of weeks that it would be impossible for you to catch up with the anointed "frontrunners."  I say "seemed," because our establishment’s conventional wisdom is only accurate when that establishment manages to shove it down the collective throat of a reluctant electorate until it chokes, gives in, and gives the Villagers what they demand.

However, it’s clear that making up the delegate deficit, to say nothing of the money chase, would have been difficult, to say the least.  And I’m very sympathetic to your family’s personal situation:   Facing the prospect of losing your wife to an incurable form of cancer, and likely sooner rather than later, no one can fault you on a purely personal level for wishing to spend as much time with her and your children as possible for the foreseeable future.  Admittedly, if my husband had received such a diagnosis, I would have made the decision to withdraw immediately; I can’t imagine making any choice but to spend my time with him under such circumstances.  But I can also understand Elizabeth’s desire to have you continue, and thus, your desire to comply with her wishes

But although I cast my vote for you, it was not without grave reservations.  I will freely admit that, when you first ran for the presidency in 2004, I did not care for you or for your candidacy.  I was disappointed when John Kerry chose you as his running mate; of the likely choices for that spot, I thought you were the weakest candidate.  And when you announced your decision to run again this year, the prospect didn’t exactly thrill me.  (I harbored similar feelings about you, Senator Clinton, and Senator Obama, and frankly still do:  that each of you might well make an outstanding president, but that for each of you, your time was not yet.) 

Of course, my own biases in this race have been obvious from the beginning:  I enthusiastically backed Bill Richardson, and I still believe that, in our country’s current circumstances, he would have made the best president of all of the initial pool of candidates.  Possibly the only [unfortunately, non-] candidate who could have persuaded me otherwise would have been Russ Feingold.  But there’s never been a question that I would back the eventual Democratic nominee, and I certainly believed that every one of the Democratic candidates (yes, including Mike Gravel) would have been a vast improvement over any of the Republican candidates, to say nothing of the current squatter in the Oval Office.

This leads me to the following point:  I understand well why so many people have distrusted your candidacy.  And I’ve found your inability to understand it as well to be amazingly tin-eared.  It was obvious, early on, that among the top three candidates, you were the media establishment’s chosen target for the Dean Treatment.  Why, then, would you provide these contemptibly shallow talking heads with the sort of high-fat, low-nutrition fodder on which they daily make gluttons of themselves?  The haircut.  The house.  The slick plaintiff’s-lawyer approach to speeches.  Yes, I realize that none of these attacks is particularly legitimate, or fair, but have the last sixteen years taught you (and our other candidates) nothing about the rules of the game with regard to our chattering classes?  The rules only apply to Democrats; Republicans get a pass (or, as in the case of Bush, and now McCain, an actual rewriting of history).

Moreover, I’ve been gravely disappointed in your campaign’s focus.  Yes, there most certainly are "two Americas."  Yes, poverty is one of the signature moral issues of our time.  Yes, the working class is getting royally screwed, every day, in every possible context.  But those are not the only - not even the worst - issues this nation faces in the macro- context.  This nation faces nothing less than its complete destruction - from within, by the very people who tout themselves as our "public officials" and who are nothing more nor less than traitors.  Our reputation is a shambles.  The Constitution, our one truly sacred text, no longer exists, at least for all practical purposes.  And the chasms separating our "two Americas," riven by poverty, widens daily from the erosion of the rule of law and any notion of equality before it.  For my vote for you to have been enthusiastic, I would have needed to see you make ending our illegal "war" in Iraq, the repeal of the Orwellian U.S.A. Patriot Act, and restoration of the Constitution and the rule of law your top priorities.  Instead, your relentless focus on economic issues came across as utter pandering - and in many ways, pandering to our basest us-against-them instincts.

Don’t get me wrong; I appreciate the fact that your message has improved in recent months.  I also appreciate your "anger," as the media love to call it:  Today, anger is a selling point, not a fault.  After the last eight years, anyone who is not angry - indeed, who has not long ago crossed the Rubicon of outrage - either has not been paying attention or is morally bankrupt, neither of which is acceptable in a public official.

There has been one aspect of your anger that has troubled me, however.  Your fury at our corrupt and corrupting system is admirable; your fury at your fellow candidates is not.  I understand that much of your rage is undoubtedly born of frustration:  at a media that has deliberately worked to torpedo your candidacy, purely to ensure the identity-politics smackdown it preferred; at your opponents for taking such a safe and shallow approach and still apparently benefiting from the lack of substance.  But your anger toward them - particularly toward Senator Clinton - has manifested in petty attacks that are beneath you.  The obvious example is your unfortunate response to reports that Senator Clinton had "cried" (which, of course, was not what happened); they appeared not merely ungracious, but overtly sexist.  Your increasingly personal attacks on her during the debates had a similar effect:  It was clear to anyone watching that you loathed her and her husband and would oppose her candidacy with every fiber of your being.  Perhaps that has now changed, but I doubt it; that sort of distaste and disrespect is difficult to put aside at this late date.

I was also disheartened that, after coming this far, and with Super Tuesday less than a week away, you were quitting.  Yes, I know that it’s incredibly expensive, and that the odds are incredibly long.  But with six days - six days! - to go, and access to a private fortune, I believe that your owed your supporters at least one more week.  I held out hope that you would persevere, if only to secure as many delegates as possible to use as leverage at the convention.

Of course, as usual, the media are failing in their reporting of your withdrawal.  I learned this morning from The New York Observer that you’re not actually "dropping out," but "suspending" your campaign.  The distinction matters greatly, since it means that you will retain control of your existing delegates, plus any additional delegates you may earn between now and the convention.  And I wish you had gone to some lengths to ensure that your supporters understood that.

I hope that, from this point forward, you will do the right thing.  I hope that you will continue to retain those delegates.  I hope that you will refrain from making any endorsement.  And come the convention, I hope that you will use your delegates, and your considerable persuasive powers, like a bludgeon, to ensure that whichever candidate is the nominee addresses the issues about which you have spoken so eloquently.  Then my vote - and those of hundreds of thousands of others - will not have been in vain.

Sincerely,

Lilith Devlin

[Ed. note:  Links to follow added.]

Uncategorized, Spineless Dems, Rethuggery, Nattering Nutjobs, SCLM StupidityJanuary 04, GMT 18:455 PM

 

[Ed. note:  Very short on time today; I promise a real post tomorrow.  For now, read someone who GETS IT.]

For my money (okay, not for my money, since I wouldn’t pay a red cent any more for Len Downie’s rag, but still . . .), there are exactly three journalists at WaPo:  Froomkin, Priest, and Robinson.  Note that I did not say "three decent journalists," or any such variation; I said "three journalists," period.  The rest are stenographers, at best (and that’s only by giving them an unholy benefit of the doubt, something I don’t for a moment).

Anyway, as the post-Iowa wankery continues unabated in most quarters, it’s refreshing to read someone like Gene.  HE GETS IT.  The rest of you out whores out there, take note.

For openers:

I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating: People in Washington really should get out more.

To which, of course, we normal folks are tempted to say, "No shit."  Or maybe I mean "Amen."  Or something.  Let’s go with "No shit," since it’ll get Broderella’s knickers in a twist.

Gene rightly points out that Teh Villagers need not actually live inside Teh Beltway - in fact, I’d say it’s a good bet most of them don’t, even those who work inside it.  Too many scary brown people, doncha know.  Much safer in Alexandria, or Takoma Park, or some other nice white area.  But in the words of the man himself:

 

By "Washington," I mean not just the city but the state of mind, and by "get out," I mean spend time surrounded not just by a different geography but by a different demography as well. If we did, the high-blown debates we have here — and by "we," I mean politicians, lobbyists, advocates, bureaucrats, scholars, journalists and all the rest trapped in the Washington echo chamber — might bear more relation to what people who live outside our bubble think of as reality.

 

He offers reactions to the Bhutto assassination as Exhibit A, but Exhibit B is what really curls my toes:

In Washington, it is conventionally wise to think of government gridlock as basically a good thing, even something that most Americans approve of. To have a president from one party and a Congress controlled — or at least reined in — by the other, we tell ourselves, prevents too-abrupt shifts in policy. Gridlock is supposed to force bipartisan consensus, which is held as a kind of Holy Grail, the only way to tackle the nation’s biggest problems.

But tell that to Iowans — or residents of most states, for that matter — who either don’t have health insurance or can’t get insurance companies to pay their medical bills. Tell it to Arizonans who have pressed their state government to implement its own immigration policy — shouldering what is clearly a federal responsibility — because Washington can’t get its act together. Tell it to military families, some in favor of the war in Iraq and some against, whose lives have been turned upside down by extended deployments with no end in sight.

Oh, yes, yes, YES!!!!!  Sing it, baby!

But from the conversations I had with Iowans, it seemed clear to me that change is also shorthand for the disconnect between the Washington state of mind and the widespread expectation, hardly unreasonable, that this city ought to actually get something done every once in a while.

Whether it gets done after a bare-knuckle brawl or a chorus of "Kumbaya" really doesn’t matter.

Exactly.  And Villagers, lemme tell ya, fuck "Kumbaya."  We want the bare-knuckled brawl.  Because it’s the only way we’ll actually get anything done - you know, that "anything" for which we pay you so handsomely.  Your precious bipartisanship accomplishes - what?  Illegal wars, health-care crises, housing meltdowns, planetary meltdowns . . . and you want us to thank you, while scuffing our toes and pleading in supplication, "Please, sir, may I have some more?"  Fuck you with cast-iron adjustable-rate mortgage.

Finally, Gene describes Teh Villagers thusly:

an alien invasion of know-it-alls from Washington who descended to examine the locals as if they were specimens in a laboratory.

He includes himself in that assessment, which I think is a bit of unnecessary self-criticism.  But his basic point is dead-on.  Because, you see, to Teh Villagers, we’re not actually people:  We’re just a nation of soggy socks waiting for the salvation of their own personal spin cycles. 

Well, I got news for ya:  Go knit your own damn socks for a change.  See what honest labor feels like - if, of course, the shock to your system doesn’t kill you.