Saturday, May 26, 2012

Man of a Thousand Feces

Grifthausen

Tomorrow, David Gregory once again invites America's "Definer of civilization, Teacher of the rules of civilization, Arouser of those who form civilization, Organizer of the pro-civilization activists and Leader (possibly) of the civilizing forces" back onto "Meet the Press" to once again shart all over any notion of responsible, political journalism.

As a public service to all of you shrill, vituperation America-haters out there who may wish to express your dissatisfaction with Mr. Gregory's choice of media snuggle-sack buddies, here is a portion of my stockpile of Gingrich Graphics.

If they can be of use to you, have at 'em: all I ask is attribution if you use them.


The Penguin



America's #1 Amateur Paleontologist



Newt Jong Il
NEWTJONGIL


The Grand Nagus of the Ferengrich Alliance




The Ging and I
The Ging and I




The Lie of the Beholder





Not a Witch
Odonnell_Newt


The Amnesiac Man




Baron Grifthausen
Grifthausen


The Three Stigmata of Newton Gingrich




He will make the space elevators run on time





Help Me Shelly Adelson!





Happy Birthday Harlan Ellison




May 27th is the birthday of Harlan Jay Ellison.

In addition to mortaring together more award-winning words per page than just about any other writer I can think of, Harlan has also been a tireless, fearless ninja on behalf of just about any, dirty Liberal cause you can think of.

Especially free speech and respect for the rights
of the creative creator.

And the thing is, having bent those oars with Herculean strength and RCMP persistence for more than half a century, he's still at it; still working, still schticking, still a consumate practitioner of the very long con, still squiring the lovely Susan to various interesting places on planet Earth, still living the life you wished you lived and still raising welts and extracting tears using naught but that most ancient human craft of storytelling.

(And don't worry yourself into a hording panic, because there is plenty of New! Ellisonia! to go around.)

When I write about those who have been sounding the alarum bells in the night for decades, I put Harlan is near the top of that list. You cannot read "From Alabamy, With Hate" (1965) --
...

The redhead came over to me.

“We aren’t all as bad as they tell you we are down here,” she said, and seemed infinitely, genuinely sad about it.

“As bad as what, ma’am?” I asked, playing boyish and cute.

“Well, just like, you know, them others, like they tell you.”

“Who tells me, ma’am?”

“You know. We just aren’t all that bad, honest.”

“Yes ma’am.” I smiled at her. “But some of you are, and if you sit back and let them ruin your lovely state, then you’re as guilty as they are. I came all the way from Hollywood, ma’ am, just to see if I could help.”

She stared at me. I’d used a magic word. Hollywood. Then I wasn’t a Communist. A black-loving Jew, probably, but not a Communist. And I had such nice manners, and I obviously wasn’t a beatnik.

The fat one came out with the water. I took a long, deep pull from the kitchen glass, and returned it.

“Thank you, very very much, ma’ am.” I smiled, allowing the left-cheek dimple to show itself.

“You just tell ‘em we gave you a glass of water,” the redhead said, smiling, thinking she was sewing it up.

And if I’d been black? I thought. I didn’t say it, because the idea was to show them there were other ways to do it, not to antagonize them.

I loped back to the line of marchers and fell in, the line moved out again, and I repeated what had been said. They weren’t all that bad down here.

The Negro student turned a look of venom and truth on me.

“Don’t you fall for that okey-dokey,” he warned me.

Hoop-de-hoop. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.

We turned down onto the main drag. Dexter Street. Past the Jeff Davis Hotel. The whites standing at every curb, and the rednecks, the denim—clad, white-shirted men, giving us the finger.

“Where you want freedom from, boy?” a redneck murmured at me from the sidelines. “New York? Philadelphia? Chicago?”

I smiled at him...frig you, Jack.

Past the Paramount Theatre. Elvis Presley in Girl Happy.

“That isn’t one of ours,” the Negro high school girl said.

My heart went cold in me. It’s so easy to forget. Past the J.J. Newberry five and dime. The second floor housed the Montgomery Citizens Council offices.

They had a gigantic poster hanging out the window. It showed Martin Luther King with some other people, and it said MARTIN LUTHER KING / COMMUNIST!

Hoop-de-hoop. Hoop-de-hoop.

...
-- or "A Love Song to Jerry Falwell" (1984) or "Revealed at Last! What Killed the Dinosaurs! And You Don't Look so Terrific Yourself." (1978ish) or "Norman Mayer" (1982) and not see the broad, medieval nightmare shadow of what was bearing down on us; not see the Reagan and Nixon years for what they really were -- Guernica-like dress rehearsals for the long-range plans of America's plutocrats and Christopaths.

Oh, and one last thing.

When I was a wee driftglass, the idea of meeting and talking to writers I greatly admired was like the idea of splitting a $20,000 hooker...with Santa Claus...in space: several layers of impossible.

I now know that meeting and talking to writers I greatly admire is both possible and often genuinely delightful.


Happy birthday, Harlan.







Friday, May 25, 2012

Professional Left Podcast #129

ProfessionalLeft
"As long as the world shall last there will be wrongs, and if no man objected and no man rebelled, those wrongs would last forever."
-- Clarence Darrow










Links:

Da' money goes here:



A Reminder: Aggregation TeeVee



Coming very, very soon to a computer near you.

AOL to Launch Huffington Post Streaming Network in Second Quarter

10:38 AM PST 2/2/2012 by Georg Szalai

NEW YORK - AOL's Huffington Post Media Group will later this year launch the Huffington Post Streaming Network, which will offer live video featuring discussions about HuffPo stories and comments about them, company executives unveiled here on Thursday. Speaking to reporters at AOL's headquarters here a year after the Internet company acquired the Huffington Post, Roy Sekoff, founding editor of the Huffington Post Media Group who will head up the network, said it will feature live streaming video for 12 hours a day five days a week produced in AOL's New York and LA studios by a dedicated staff of at least 100 plus video on demand clips. Next year, programming will be expanded to 16 hours. Importantly, viewers will be "a central part of the show" as "people don't want to be told the news anymore," the executive highlighted. "Our community and engagement are unparalleled.

That is why we use the [tagline] 'conversations start here'. We are taking what the Huffington Post does and taking it to another medium." He said the goal is to reach viewers on their computers at work, as well as on their tablets and smartphones.

Expected to launch in the second quarter, the network could be programmed 9am-9pm ET, but the company hasn't made a final decision on the exact streaming times yet, he told THR.

Executives described the streaming network as a never-ending talk show. A demo video that Sekoff showed featured discussions between hosts and Huffington Post reporters, with bloggers or viewers patched in via Skype and Facebook comments read by a host. Segments that were part of the reel included "Defend Your Comment," which showed a Huffington Post blogger and her critic face off via video link, "Write The Headline," which asks readers/viewers to tweet in the headline for a Huffington Post story whose writer is outlining its content, and a look at headlines from around the Huffington Post, including its celebrity and politics sections.

...

The pitch meetings for this



must have been a hoot.



Of course, how it will end



we cannot know.

Stupid Shit Andrew Sullivan Says, Ctd.




The Lonely Plight Of The Gay Republican, Ctd


A reader objects to yesterday's Quote for the Day from Ric Grenell...

 -- Andrew Sullivan05/25/12

Ric Grenell collaborates with monsters who stab Ric Grenell's fellow gay Americans in the back.

He does this for money.

This is not a "Lonely Plight".

This is business model.

Stupid Shit Andrew Sullivan Says, Ctd.




"Tammy Bruce is in the same position as Ric Grenell. She is about as far right as you can get, and often plays the gay conservative role on Fox. That's fine, as far as I'm concerned, even though she has gone Breitbart on us. I've given up on the GOP for the foreseeable future, but I'm glad some gays haven't. We need to engage both sides."

 -- Andrew Sullivan, 05/25/12

What a terrific idea!

Yes, lets definitely keep holding to that "engage both sides" claptrap shall we?

Even after Mr. Sullivan discovered that Ms. Bruce's tweet was actually just the millionth unprompted, out-of-the-blue, non sequitur wingnut "joke" intended to poke fun at those damn humorless America-hating Libruls.

Even after it became perfectly clear that Ms. Bruce is doing quite nicely, thank you very much, as another one of American Conservatism's, self-loathing "self-administered prisoner".

Kapo: noun
A kapo or prisoner functionary (German: Funktionshäftling) was a prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp who was assigned by the SS guards to supervise forced labor or carry out administrative tasks in the camp. Also called "prisoner self-administration", the prisoner functionary system minimized costs by allowing camps to function with fewer SS personnel. The system was also designed to turn victim against victim, as the prisoner functionaries were pitted against their fellow prisoners in order to maintain the favor of their SS guards. If they were derelict, they would be returned to the status of ordinary prisoners and be subject to other kapos.
And speaking of self-administered prisoners, it seems yet another proud member of the wingnut goon squad has suddenly discovered that -- OMFG! -- the wingnut goon squad is full of wingnut goons!

I mean, can you believe it!?

*So let's definitely give this poor, tortured soul a column in "Salon".

Because that also seems like such a fucking terrific idea.

My break with the extreme right


I worked for Reagan and wrote for National Review. But the new hysterical right cares nothing for truth or dignity

BY MICHAEL FUMENTO

Yet now I find myself linked not only with the Unabomber, but also Charles Manson and Fidel Castro. Or so says the Chicago-based think tank the Heartland Institute, for which I’ve done work. Heartland erected billboards depicting the above three declaring: “I still believe in Global Warming. Do you?” Climate scientists now, evidently, share something in common with dictators and mass murderers. Reportedly bin Laden was scheduled to make such an appearance, too.

You see, I’ve published articles saying I do “believe in global warming.” Yes, I’ve also questioned the extent to which man-made gases have contributed to that warming and concluded that expenditures to reduce those emissions would be as worthless as they’d be horrifically expensive. No matter; just call me “Ted.” Or “Charlie.” Or “Fidel.”

This is nuts! Literally. As in “mass hysteria.” That’s a phenomenon I wrote about for a quarter-century...

I was always way ahead of the curve. And my exposés primarily appeared in right-wing publications. Back when they were interested in serious research. I also founded a conservative college newspaper, held positions in the Reagan administration and at several conservative think tanks, and published five books that conservatives applauded. I’ve written for umpteen major conservative publications – National Review, the Weekly Standard, the Wall Street Journal and Forbes, among them.

But no longer. That was the old right. The last thing hysteria promoters want is calm, reasoned argument backed by facts. And I’m horrified that these people have co-opted the name “conservative” to scream their messages of hate and anger...

Hilarious, Michael.  "Onion"-worthy.  And as a writer may I say I especially enjoyed your  absolutely predictable, self-absolving bit about "the old right".

No, Michael, what bit you in the ass is none other than the same, old, raging, rotting, racist heart of American Conservative movement as it has existed in this country for my entire adult life.

And what you are now experiencing? This mindless, shrieking, all-out, berserk fury unleashed upon you for what you believe to be very reasonable, non-controversial positions?

This is what being a Liberal in America has been like for the last +40 years.

To be an American Liberal has means shouting your warnings into a maelstrom of well-financed Conservative lies and well-financed Centrist, "Both sides do it" complicity. And then watching, over and over again, as the threats about which you have been shouting yourself hoarse manifest themselves, over and over again, each time taking a bigger and bigger chunk of the country you love down in another burst of Conservative flame and failure.

And each time this happens you get to watch the incredibly well-financed Conservative multi-media fraud factory (which you, Michael, so faithfully served all these years) gather itself immediately back up and kick itself into high gear cranking out another set of designer lies "proving" that, in fact, the fires Conservatives had lit were somehow the fault of those Dirty Hippies.

Lies are then mass-distributed and endlessly repeated at 24/7 at 150 decibels through a thousand well-worn wingnut media tributaries.

After which, as an American Liberal, you then get to watch the phenomenally well-financed Centrist, "Both sides do it" multi-media fraud factory eagerly seize upon this new set of Conservative lies like water in the desert; lies which then allow them to go back to doing they do best -- shaking their collective heads and launching another feculent hurricane of "No one could have predicted" and "He said/ She said" bullshit...

...into which American Liberals will once again impotently shout as the cycle repeats itself yet again.

However don't you worry your little head about this Sisyphusian horror, Michael: a life of pauperized pariah-hood spent pouring words like these into the cold abyss --


The Big Lie

...
And for twenty years – while the mass purveyors of carefully calibrated hate and rage and xenophobia on the Right gathered more and more power and got more and more vulgar and vicious in their rhetoric – what did the Left try to do?

We tried to find common ground. To meet our opponents half-way.

To compromise…with people who sneered at the very idea of working together and said quite openly that compromise was “political date rape”.

While the Emperor of Weaponized Bile, Newt Gingrich, took over the House with a campaign explicitly based on calling Democrats “traitors” at every opportunity, and Limbaugh was being honored as the “Majority Maker” by those House Republicans, we on the Left were still trying to do and be all the nicey-nicey things that Alan Simpson is now all weepy and wistful for.

And it didn’t work. And while we played by Marquis of Queensbury, the orcs laughed in our faces, overran the joint, and bequeathed to us as its apotheosis the worst, most despicable, most incompetent, most Constitution-loathing Administration in American history.

Al Franken and Air America did not arise in a vacuum. The came into being as a desperate, eleventh-hour attempt to fight back against a twenty year multimedia blitz of unremitting, unrebutted Conservative lies and bigotry.

They arose because no one in the Mainstream Media had the guts to take on the GOP Propaganda Machine head-on. Instead, the MSM collaborated, because collaborating in the Big Lie was a much better, safer career move.

Progressive Radio arose because politicians like Alan Simpson were, for twenty years, perfectly content with looking the other way and harvesting the electoral fruits of the poison tree that their Conservative/Christopath/Racist Hate Radio, Hate TeeVee, Hate Satellite, Hate Cable and Hate Publishing so lavishly watered and fertilized.

Because the GOP was never concerned with the destruction of political comity…as long as it was working to their advantage.

As long as all of the screeching Orwellian hellfire was coming from the Right, they never said a fucking word.

But now, finally, after twenty years of unilateral disarmament, now that the Left has at last decided to fight back hard, suddenly old Republican loons like Simpson get all gooey for the glory days of cellulose collars, nickel candy bars, whale-bone corsets, heroic cavalry charges and a politics of gentle, ruffled fisticuffs followed by brandy, cigars and top-shelf hookers.

Suddenly it is “zealots on both sides” that have torn his beloved Temple down.

Well fuck you, Alan Simpson. Fuck you sideways for your bogus hand-wringing and crocodile tears.

And fuck you, George Mitchell, for sitting there with your thumb up your ass and allowing your good, Republican friend to spread this Big Lie unchallenged right under your nose.

-- is a fate reserved for genuine Liberals.  Those poor, dumb bastards who have had the inexcusably bad taste to be right about everything


since before you were born.

But an apostate Conservatives who has been wrong about everything your entire life, I am sure that there is a cozy sinecure waiting just for you somewhere inside Tina Brown's vast, media empire.

Right between David Frum and Andrew Sullivan.


* (Thanks for pointing me over to Wonkette, textygirl.)

Thursday, May 24, 2012

The Evil That Men Do




I won a bet tonight with my wife

It was not a bet I wanted to win; would have, in fact, been delighted to lose.

The bet was "When Will Newt Gingrich Next Appear on Meet The Press?"

Not "if" but "when" because, "if" presumes that there was some question as to whether or not Dancin' Dave would once again roll out the red, career-rehabilitation carpet for Gingrich.

Sure, if you listened to all the Very Smart People in the Washington press corps over the last few months whinging about how this time Gingrich had crashed and burned once and for all -- that he was broke and beyond salvation and his career was over -- you might have believed something else, but Blue Gal and I just laughed and laughed because we know what you know: that no matter how deep into the sewer of lies, slander, and racist bomb-throwing offal Gingrich spelunks, the Beltway Fixers will always, always, always fish this bottom-feeding ghoul out of the gutter, hose him off and put him back in front of a camera.

It was a bet on an inevitability, like the sun rising or the tides going in and out (You can't explain that!).

I bet that Gingrich would be back doing the Sunday shows one of before June 1st, while my better half predicted it would take until at least July for the Mouse Circus douche wranglers to squeegee off enough of Gingrich's accreted awfulness to make him camera-ready again.

(If you 'd like to hear us backing-and-forthing over this wager, fire up the April 27th episode of "The Professional Left" and skip on down to around the 64:00 minute mark.)

So...guess who one of Dancin' Davis Gregory's two guests will be this Sunday, May 27, 2012 on  the  most watch political teevee show in America?

Sigh.

Honestly, what gets me -- what ruined an evening I had planned to devote to looking for gas money in the sofa cushions -- is Gregory's sheer, "Fuck you" nakedness.  His absolute contempt for his audience and his profession: a contempt that is fully justified by the fact that -- like David Brooks, Marc Halperin and Tom Friedman -- David Gregory knows that none of his colleagues in the media will ever call him out by name for doing what he does.

And so Mr. Gregory drops trou and waves Newt in our faces and smiles because he knows perfectly well that no one is going to say a damn word about it.

Except, of course, a few dirty fucking hippies, screaming uselessly into the hurricane.

Me, from January 23, 2012:

Of course, in the end only a damn fool bets against money, so I have no idea how this bare-knuckle pig fight will all end, but I can make some fairly astute predictions. 

1. David Gregory will continue to pay the vig on whatever unholy debt he has incurred with Newt Gingrich by letting Newt tread the "Meet the Press" boards whenever he chooses and spout whatever happy-horseshit he wishes under Gregory's iron-clad guarantee that Newt will NEVER be asked any tricky or embarrassing follow-up questions.


















Me from November 14, 2010:


Establishmentarian Marionette David Gregory  
asked “But don’t we have to have an Adult Conversation, with people...?” of a panel composed almost entirely of has-beens, sell-outs and depraved thugs he himself had assembled. ...

Newt Gingrich said --
“People can disagree without being demagogues.”
-- and David Gregory did not come across the table at him with a fucking machete, which brings us to the central plot of today's Mouse Circus: The Biannual Rehabilitation of Newt “Fundamentally. Profoundly. Basically.” Gingrich by David Gregory.
...

Since the beginning of recorded time, Newt Gingrich has been a real curve-breaking innovator
NEWTJONGIL
in Republican lying, adultery, hypocrisy, racism and demagogy.

He also hasn't held a single elected office since "Ally McBeal" was on the air.

In case you are just skimming past en route to Alpha Centauri and have no idea about who or what a "Newt Gingrich" is, he is a multiply-humiliated Republican personality who gloms onto whatever wingnut conspiracy theory or demagogic lunacy Fox News is peddling this week and lends it a portion of his ever-diminishing credibility.

He then collects money for rolling in his own shit until the results get too horrifying for even the clowns who run the American news media to ignore.

Then he goes in the Villager enalty box for awhile, until the clowns who run the American news media wear the corners off of their short list of Conservative and "moderate" ass-lickers and apple polishers, and need someone to come on to add a little "fizz" to their stupefyingly turgid and deeply dishonest puppet show.

Then the clowns who run the American news media draw straws to see who gets to let "Nazi" Newt out of the penalty box this time.

And then the Circle of Corporate Media Fake Journalism Life is Complete.

Meanwhile...Newt Gingrich’s infamous "Obama is a Kenyan anti-colonial..." and "Muslim=Nazi" comments have now officially been Unremembered.

Now I'm off to see if David Brooks' Friday column has dropped yet.

Always. Be. Closing. Newspapers. -- UPDATE


                         
Consider this exchange between Aaronow and Moss from David Mamet's "Glengarry Glan Ross" (1984):

                         MOSS
It's not right. AARONOW It's not. MOSS No. Pause. AARONOW And it's not right to the customers. MOSS I know it's not. I'll tell you, you got, you know, you got...what did I learn as a kid on Western? Don't sell a guy one car. Sell him five cars over fifteen years. AARONOW That's right? MOSS Eh...? AARONOW That's right? MOSS Goddamn right, that's right. Guys come on: "Oh, the blah blah blah, I know what I'll do: I'll go in and rob everyone blind and go to Argentina cause nobody ever thought of this before." AARONOW ...that's right... MOSS Eh? AARONOW No. That's absolutely right. MOSS And so they kill the goose. I, I, I'll...and a fuckin' man, worked all his life has got to... AARONOW ...that's right... MOSS ...cower in his boots... AARONOW (simultaneously with "boots") Shoes, boots, yes... MOSS For some fuckin' "Sell ten thousand and you win the steak knives..." AARONOW For some sales pro... MOSS ...sales promotion, "You lose, then we fire your..." No. It's medieval... it's wrong. "Or we're going to fire your ass." It's wrong. AARONOW Yes. MOSS Yes, it is. And you know who's responsible? AARONOW Who? MOSS You know who it is. It's Mitch. And Murray. 'Cause it doesn't have to be this way.



And then go check out Athenae's report on the death of journalism:
I do not get it anymore. I used to think this was just about money, and while newspapers make money they don't make ENOUGH money, but what's happening to the Times-Pic is destroying something that made unexpected amounts of money last year, so someone please explain to me why you'd want to mess with that.

over at First Draft.


It does not have to be this way.


And yet, somehow, it is.






UPDATE:  Given commenter Rock Dots' superior alternative, I simply had to change the title of this post.

Stupid Shit Andrew Sullivan Says, Ctd.



"[Kevin] Williamson [of NRO] is dead-on when it comes to the past. The party of Lincoln was indeed a noble cause. But it was consciously killed by Nixon and then Reagan. Let me remind Kevin of the words of Lee Atwater, no liberal or knee-jerk Democrat..."

-- Andrew Sullivan, 05/22/12


Wowsers.

While not technically "stupid", this is amazing in exactly the same way it was amazing to watch Alan Greenspan -- the Pope of All Capitalism

Pope Of Capitalism 2


-- finally and casually repudiate his 50-year, cultlike obsession with the lies of Ayn Rand.

See, kiddies, a long, long time ago in the dim and distant past before the Kenyan Usurper time-traveled to 1961 to change his birth records and then traveled back to 2008 so he could trick his way into the White House so as to better destroyed America, Mr. Greenspan's Randite fantasies nearly killed the world economy.

After this happened, Mr. Greenspan went in front of Congress and said, "Oopsie! I guess I was a liiiitle bit off about greed and the inherent morality of the our Galtian Overlords making markets so perfectly self-regulating that no government involvement is necessary."



After which -- for reasons that passeth all understanding -- a righteous God did not unleash a thunderbolt that blew Pope of All Capitalism to atoms. Neither was Mr. Greenspan's tarred, feathered and run out of Western civilization on a government-regulated rail. Neither was his head shaved, nor was he paraded naked around the public square wearing a sign saying "I Collaborated With Monsters" while everyone who lost a home or a job or their health care when the global economy collapsed threw feces at him.

None of this happened.

Instead -- like Mr. Sullivan -- Mr. Greenspan toddled right back to living the same prosperous life he had built for himself atop a mountain of terrible lies.

Because there is a Club kiddies.

And you are not in it.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Stupid Shit Andrew Sullivan Says, Ctd.



"I might add that it was strange arriving at Harvard to discover that the only non-left-liberals in the faculty were Straussians. The concept of a conservatism that was not dogmatic, that did not rest on eternal truths to be found in Plato and Aristotle but on the prudential management of contingent liberal societies ... well, I realized I had left it all behind in Britain. I just had my Oakeshott in the Widener library for succor.
...


"America, alas, didn't have a Burke or an Oakeshott to craft its conservative philosophy. It ended up with the work of a German Jewish exile, whose political didacticism was as pronounced as his philosophical inscrutability. The failure of American conservatism to come up with more than fundamentalist religion and gloriously noble foreign interventionism as its core policies (along with making government insolvent by pretending that lowering taxes increases revenue) might be seen as a consequence of this strange admixture."

-- Andrew Sullivan, 05/22/12


This remarkable little potsherd of Mr. Sullivan's writing will disappear into the digital ash-pit of history by tomorrow, but for my own amusement I thought I'd suspend it in time for just a moment longer to consider just how assiduously Mr. Sullivan is revising his own history to comport with the prevailing marketplace.

Mr. Sullivan built his entire media career on being a gay Conservative.  In many ways the gay Conservative: the guy the Right could point to to prove that they didn't hate Teh Gay with every fiber of their being.  This was the arc of  Mr. Sullivan's professional life until December, 2009 when he very publicly and finally broke with "the Right" (while protesting loudly that this certainly did not make him a Liberal):

Sullivan delivered his “Tis a far, far better place I go” speech here, which said, in part:
For these reasons, I found it intolerable after 2003 to support the movement that goes by the name "conservative" in America. I still do, even though I am much more of a limited government type than almost any Democrat and cannot bring myself to call myself a liberal (because I'm not). My reasons were not dissimilar to Charles Johnson, who, like me, was horrified by 9/11, loathes Jihadism, and wants to defeat it as effectively as possible. And his little manifesto prompts me to write my own (the full version is in "The Conservative Soul").
Now in the whole of Mr. Sullivan's text, I could not help but notice that he italicized-for-emphasis only twice, one of which he deployed here -- "cannot bring myself to call myself a liberal (because I'm not)" -- to underscore how very much NOT a Liberal he is.

And yet in his enumerated reasons for leaving the Right I see nothing that would freak a Liberal out. I see no point-of-view that wouldn’t find a cozy, conversational corner at one of our Sekrit America-Hating Box Socials.

In fact there is virtually nothing in the whole, Lutheranesque list of grievances digitally spiked into the front door of the Party of God (May it forever be Holy, Reagan and Apostolic, amen!) that Liberals haven't been warning people like Mr. Sullivan about -- in ever-more urgent tones -- for the last 30 years.

Much of the rest of my post was given over to showing -- point by point -- how every one of the horribles which Mr. Sullivan claims finally drove him tearfully out of the Conservative movement had, in fact, been present on the Right for decades: present and clearly evident to anyone who bothered to look.

So Mr. Sullivan left the American Conservative movement in 2009.

Except he really left the American Conservative movement in 2003.

Except he really, really had left the American Conservative movement figured out when he entered Harvard, University --
The concept of a conservatism that was not dogmatic, that did not rest on eternal truths to be found in Plato and Aristotle but on the prudential management of contingent liberal societies ... well, I realized I had left it all behind in Britain. I just had my Oakeshott in the Widener library for succor.
-- which Harvard Magazine tells us was at the very apotheosis of the Age of Ronald Reagan and Jerry Falwell, in the Year of Our Lord, 1984.

Perhaps one day, Mr. Sullivan will share with his readers his as-yet-unpublished in utero suspicions that Richard Nixon was not a man to be trusted and Governor George Wallace was getting Edmund Burke all wrong!

Mr. Sullivan has done very well for himself: he rode that Conservative pony a long, long time and when the stink became unbearable, he found a newer, better pony to ride.

The only hitch, of course, is that even a cursory glance an Mr. Sullivan's Awesome!New!Revelations! about the true nature of the American Conservative movement --
"The failure of American conservatism to come up with more than fundamentalist religion and gloriously noble foreign interventionism as its core policies (along with making government insolvent by pretending that lowering taxes increases revenue) might be seen as a consequence of this strange admixture."

-- shows that they look amazingly like what American Liberals have been saying for the last +30 years.

Or as one, long-forgotten wag once put it:

...even though Mr. Sullivan now, belatedly comes to believe much of what Liberals believe and finally deigns to notice a horde of grotesque truths about his Conservative Movement about which Liberals have been sounding the alarm for 30 years, Andrew Sullivan nonetheless looks us all straight in that eye and argues that he could not possibly be some mere Liberal.


Because in Mr. Sullivan's world, "Liberal" does not refer to a political ideology, but to an impoverishing political ghetto from which no amount of "being right about everything" will permit you to achieve escape velocity. In Mr. Sullivan's world, "Liberal" is a terrible disease that afflicts losers who do not get invited to spout their views on teevee.


Mr. Sullivan regularly receives such largess, therefore he must not be a Liberal.


He instead must be the lone member be of some rare and singular new species; some miraculous form of haploid political minotaur.


Because if he is not something spontaneously-generated and utterly sui generis, then he is just another Lefty-Come-Very-Lately, showing up at our door at 3:00 A.M., 20 years late and trailing toxic baggage behind him like a Halley Comet.


And who in the world would pay him to do his little dance then?

Who indeed?

Counter-Clock World




Now that the New York Times has discovered science fiction --

Philip K. Dick, Sci-Fi Philosopher, Part 1

By SIMON CRITCHLEY

~~~ Part 1: Meditations on a Radiant Fish
When I believe, I am crazy. When I don’t believe, I suffer psychotic depression.

— Philip K. Dick
Philip K. Dick is arguably the most influential writer of science fiction in the past half century. In his short and meteoric career, he wrote 121 short stories and 45 novels. His work was successful during his lifetime but has grown exponentially in influence since his death in 1982. Dick’s work will probably be best known through the dizzyingly successful Hollywood adaptations of his work, in movies like “Blade Runner” (based on “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?”), “Total Recall,” “Minority Report,” “A Scanner Darkly” and, most recently, “The Adjustment Bureau.” Yet few people might consider Dick a thinker. This would be a mistake.

Dick’s life has long passed into legend, peppered with florid tales of madness and intoxication. There are some who consider such legend something of a diversion from the character of Dick’s literary brilliance. Jonathan Lethem writes — rightly in my view — “Dick wasn’t a legend and he wasn’t mad. He lived among us and was a genius.” Yet Dick’s life continues to obtrude massively into any assessment of his work.

Everything turns here on an event that “Dickheads” refer to with the shorthand “the golden fish.” On Feb. 20, 1974, Dick was hit with the force of an extraordinary revelation after a visit to the dentist for an impacted wisdom tooth for which he had received a dose of sodium pentothal. A young woman delivered a bottle of Darvon tablets to his apartment in Fullerton, Calif. She was wearing a necklace with the pendant of a golden fish, an ancient Christian symbol that had been adopted by the Jesus counterculture movement of the late 1960s.

The fish pendant, on Dick’s account, began to emit a golden ray of light, and Dick suddenly experienced what he called, with a nod to Plato, anamnesis: the recollection or total recall of the entire sum of knowledge. Dick claimed to have access to what philosophers call the faculty of “intellectual intuition”: the direct perception by the mind of a metaphysical reality behind screens of appearance. Many philosophers since Kant have insisted that such intellectual intuition is available only to human beings in the guise of fraudulent obscurantism, usually as religious or mystical experience, like Emmanuel Swedenborg’s visions of the angelic multitude. This is what Kant called, in a lovely German word, “die Schwärmerei,” a kind of swarming enthusiasm, where the self is literally en-thused with the God, o theos. Brusquely sweeping aside the careful limitations and strictures that Kant placed on the different domains of pure and practical reason, the phenomenal and the noumenal, Dick claimed direct intuition of the ultimate nature of what he called “true reality.”

Yet the golden fish episode was just the beginning...

and The Atlantic has gone full-time into the David Brooks/Sunday Morning deconstruction trade, I suppose its time for me to finally get cracking on my CDL :-)

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Announcing the Triumphant Return of Mr. George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville, South Carolina



He's back...

"not a right winger. im indepedent"*

...and angling for that sweet, sweet Americans Elect dollar.

As I have said roughly one millions before --
The "Independent" Granfalloon

...
Nobody knows what “independents” want, because “independent” as a modern political category is a textbook example of what Kurt Vonnegut defined in "Cat's Cradle" as a "granfalloon":
"...a proud and meaningless association of human beings"
Because “independent” can mean any-damn-thing, or nothing at all.

Consider that if you defined “independent” as someone who, broadly speaking, supported a Liberal agenda (not the imaginary, shadow-puppets-made-out-of-Rush-Limbaugh-stool-samples “Liberal agenda” that Conservatives have been using to scare stupid people into committing economic suicide for 30 years, but the real Liberal agenda) but was not welded to a particular candidate, or even to a particular party, then that would describe me pretty well.

But I'm also quite sure that a fair chunk of the the 5% of the voting public which -- just 24 hours before the 2004 Presidential elections -- still couldn't quite make up their minds whether to vote for Kerry/Edwards, or the lying, feeble-minded frat boy (and his homicidal regent) who had fucked up everything he had ever touched ...consider themselves "independents".

Rebel nuns who might just think that letting a rape victim have access to abortion services would not be the end of the world?

Independents.

Snake-handling queer-hating Leviticans who think the GOP is too gutless because it won’t advocate rounding up Teh Gay and putting them in camps?

Independents.

Bunker-dwelling survivalists?

Independents.

Pimple-faced 30-something John Galt wannabees who masturbate themselves blind to “Atlas Shrugged” because that hot chick in accounting won’t give them a second look, but won’t she be sorry when Objectivists stop the engine of the world and people like her will have to stand in like to offer their vajay-jays to the alpha studs wealth producers!

Independents.

Klansmen who want to smoke a little weed?

Independents.

America's compulsive political middle-children who have been taught so thoroughly to compromise their way out of any conflict that they will travel a 1,000 miles just to find a fence to straddle?

The opinionless little ciphers who just want to make sure they line up with a winner?

The moral cowards wouldn’t pick a side with a gun pressed to their heads, because of the terror of then being committed to actually doing something instead of snarking their way through life declaring "Well, ya know, bote sides are juss a buncha crooks anyway!" about every situation regardless of context and circumstances?

If asked, I guarantee you all virtually of those people would tell you that they think of themselves as “independent”.

And based on simple observation, guess who appears to be the largest group of late-blooming independents?

Those fucknozzles who, after giving Dubya the longest tongue bath in modern political history while calling everyone else a traitor, started gagging on the sheer tonnage of bullshit their creepy idolatry of George W. Bush was requiring them to swallow and obediently regurgitate every fucking day, that's who.

Most newly minted “independents” seem to be little more than Republicans who are fleeing the scene of their crime, but at the same time still desperately want believe in the inerrant wisdom of Rush Limbaugh. They are completely incapable of facing the horrifying reality that that they have gotten every single major political opinion and decision of their adult lives completely wrong, so instead they double-down on their hatred of women and/or gays and/or brown people and/or Liberals, and blame them for the miserable fuckpit their leaders and their policies have made of their live and futures.

Like German soldiers after the fall of Berlin, they have stopped running away from the catastrophe they created only long enough to burn their uniforms.

But they fool no one.

Except, apparently, David Fucking Brooks.

-- centrist/moderate/independent is the collective name of the spider hole where these fuckers always, always, always go to ground after being caught publicly tripping over their own dicks.

* (Thanks for the catch, Anon.  Very inde-pedant of you :-)

A David Brooks Correction

DFB3

Yesterday I opined that Our Mr. Brooks would very likely used Mayor Cory Booker's "shiny mayoral armor" as a figleaf behind which he could scold President Obama for daring to question the untrammeled goodness of vulture capitalism and its poster boy, Willard Romney.

But I was wrong about Our Mr. Brooks.

Terribly, terribly wrong.

This time, Our Mr. Brooks did not bother with the fig leaf:
...

Private equity firms are not lovable, but they forced a renaissance that revived American capitalism. The large questions today are: Will the U.S. continue this process of rigorous creative destruction? More immediately, will the nation take the transformation of the private sector and extend it to the public sector?

While American companies operate in radically different ways than they did 40 years ago, the sheltered, government-dominated sectors of the economy — especially education, health care and the welfare state — operate in astonishingly similar ways.

The implicit argument of the Republican campaign is that Mitt Romney has the experience to extend this transformation into government.

The Obama campaign seems to be drifting willy-nilly into the opposite camp, arguing that the pressures brought to bear by the capital markets over the past few decades were not a good thing, offering no comparably sized agenda to reform the public sector.

In a country that desperately wants change, I have no idea why a party would not compete to be the party of change and transformation. For a candidate like Obama, who successfully ran an unconventional campaign that embodied and promised change, I have no idea why he would want to run a campaign this time that regurgitates the exact same ads and repeats the exact same arguments as so many Democratic campaigns from the ancient past.


I guess over the past +20 years I just got too distracted by personal matters (having two careers destroyed by loot and scoot vulture capitalist plunderfucks) and crazy media nonsense (hundreds of headlines about tens of thousands of factories closing and millions of decent, middle class jobs being exported overseas) to notice capitalism's awesome renaissance.

Management regret the error.

Tierney and Mutation -- UPDATE


The pitiable George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina still hasn't found the internet's "Off" button.

In the space of a few, short weeks, Mr. George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina has gone from anonymous angry hick to internet superstar.  This has happened for two reasons.

First, apparently none of Mr. George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina's friends, colleagues, family members, fellow sports enthusiasts,  or "real Catholics" every took Mr. George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina aside to explain to him the difference between shouting "coon" and "nigger" and "cunt" and "muslim pharaoh baby killer" at the teevee machine down at Ol' Uncle Whitey McKlavern's Magic Tap Tavern...

..and shouting it on The Twitter at people like Alec Baldwin and Michael Moore


Oprah and Tom Hanks


Michelle Obama,


President Barack Obama and Data from Star Trek TNG,


Serena Williams


And assorted other conspirators in the Great Liberal Plot to pry the last remnants of Mr. George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina's beloved Confederacy out of his cold, dumb hands.


And second, Tbogg --
Angry Boo Radley Is Angry

By: TBogg Tuesday May 22

Quite frankly, I was hoping I wouldn’t have to give this clown any more attention, but….


Well, let’s just say that he is neither contrite nor does he play well with his new internet google superfriends. ...
-- who feareth not where the stoopid may lead him.


At this point, having lightly skipped over Mr. George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina's Twitter stream, I should tell you that his wife has been repeatedly and gravely ill and for awhile there he was flinging tweets asking for information and support (and including his phone number) at pretty much anything that moved on Twitter.

Many years ago, over the course of a few posts on the University of Illinois' mascot, I caught the full brunt of a Conservative person's genuinely unhinged fury.  This happens on the internet all the time, but I was unsurprised when I dug a little bit and found that the man's wife had died very recently.  He was enraged at the world, and rage -- like water -- will follow any open channel to the sea.   Being a hard-core Conservative and advocate of "warrior culure" (as I recall), his rage found its easiest outlet with the notorious bleeding heart Liberal, fag-loving driftglass and he was so over-the-top with it that eventually all I could feel was sorry for the guy.

Perhaps something like that is happening Mr. George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina.

Perhaps not.

What is very clear is that American Conservatism is a monster that feeds on pain, rage and fear and that, deprived of these basic nutrients, American Conservatism would shrivel up and die overnight.

What is also very clear is that, whether or not recent personal trauma caused Mr. George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina to up his crazy to 11, his own long,



long


long


long,




long,


long


Twitter trail


along with his choice of reading supplemental material


and difficulty with basic history and arithmetic



indicates a preexisting bigoted, misogynistic Conservative condition many generations in the making.

Ironically, this is why I do not fear for the future of Mr. George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina.

It is the wingnut way to circle the wagons around their craziest outliers and make them heroes once the random Klieg light of instant celebrity catches one of them making big, stupid noises in public.

So if Orly Taitz can launch a media career on pure Birther crazy-juice...

...and Katy Abrams



can squeeze a "policy director" position out of the wingnut welfare trough by screaming about Commie Health care at town meetings...

...and "Joe" the "Plumber"
Joe The Lamer
can find his true calling as Joe the Economic Adviser, Joe the Foreign Policy Wonk, Charlie Brown, Joe the Hey-Batta-Batta-Batta, Joe the War Correspondent, Joe the Welfare Guy, (y'all know he can only vote once, right?), Joe the Footstool, Joe the "Lennie" to McSame's "George" in the "Of Mice and Men" 2008 touring company...

...and such a creature as Jonah Goldberg can exist at all...

...then I think there is an excellent chance that we might be witnessing the early, damp, chrysalis stage of future Congressman George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina.

UPDATE:

Mr. George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina 
even runs away like a Conservative.





Monday, May 21, 2012

Awaiting David Brooks' Upcoming Paean to Cory Booker

BOBO_Brown

In 3...2...1...


From Salon:
Cory Booker, surrogate from hell

What Cory Booker has to gain by calling President Obama’s attacks on Bain Capital “nauseating”

BY STEVE KORNACKI

If Cory Booker went on “Meet the Press” on Sunday with the intent of helping President Obama, then his appearance was an utter failure. But anyone who’s followed the enormously ambitious Newark mayor’s career closely knows he’s not one to pull a Joe Biden. He’s just too smart and too smooth to screw up so epically.

More likely, Booker went on the show to help himself and to advance his own long-term political prospects. And on that score, his appearance was a success.

You’ve probably seen or are now seeing the headlines Booker generated by calling the Obama campaign’s attacks on Mitt Romney’s private equity background “nauseating” and likening them to efforts by some on the right to inject Rev. Jeremiah Wright into the campaign.

“Enough is enough,” Booker said. “Stop attacking private equity. Stop attacking Jeremiah Wright.”

If you have national ambitions in American politics but you don't happen to have a political base that thinks it would be a mighty fine thing to roll America back to the Bronze Age, then you have to make the Centrist trolls under the Washington Beltway bridge happy.

Which means you have to make people like David Brooks and Tom Friedman swoon.

And the only coin of that realm is punching hippies.

I expect phrases like "bold", "brave", "Sister Soulja", "heroic" (which Mayor Booker's previous actions have certainly been) and "true postpartisanship" to be interjected at key points. I expect the lead paragraphs will briefly recapitulate Mayor Booker's good works, after which I expect that Mr. Brooks will bridge into something like "but if Cory Booker thought running into burning buildings was dangerous...something something...run afoul of David Axelrod's war machine...".  I expect this will be followed by a tumble of paragraphs excoriating Barack Obama for something like "his Chicago-style thuggish politics", all while staying carefully shielded behind Mr. Booker's shiny mayoral armor.

The reason I expect all of this is that this is Mr. Brooks' bread-and-butter-and-catnip: sniping from cover and hippie punching is exactly how he used his support for George W. Bush and the Iraq war to trade up from a minor column in the "Weekly Standard" to a major column in the "New York Times".

But of course I have been wrong before.