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Friday, November 07, 2008


Who's Your President?


ACCEPTANCE. One of the (several) controversies conservatives have been snarled up in since the election is the question of how we should regard the president-elect. As I predicted, there's been a lot of "making nice" by conservative pundits and bloggers, who want to note a great historical accomplishment and congratulate the winner while acknowledging their continued reservations about the policies to come. Since this has been beautifully epitomized and satirized by Iowahawk, I won't dwell on it here. There has also been a fair amount of the schizophrenic behavior I heard on Glen Beck's radio show yesterday, when he wound up literally screaming at a caller that if he didn't "accept Obama as our president," he was exactly like the wingnuts at the DailyKos who argued for eight years that Bush stole the presidency and had no legal right to the office. This from a guy who has consistently characterized the 2008 election as "1860, the brink of civil war."

What's going on here? Is there an issue at all? If there is, why? If not, why not? I, for example, am already on record as saying that "I refuse to accept a president who thinks our constitution is fatally flawed and who sees nothing wrong with choosing a black racist as a mentor or a murderous terrorist as a partner in a conspiracy to radicalize school children rather than teach them to read and write. " Does this make me "exactly like the wingnuts at DailyKos?"

I would say no. I don't dispute the legality of Obama's election, and I doubt most of the people who agree with my statement above would either. After he takes the oath of office, Barack Obama will be the President of the United States. I have lost none of my respect for the office, and as the current occupant of that office, he is entitled to the official respect that was always denied George W. Bush by his fanatical opponents. If I were overseas and heard him criticized by a foreigner, I would defend him because I'm an American citizen and that is part of my duty as a citizen, as I understand it.

However. As an American citizen, I also reserve the right to believe that Barack Obama is not my president. The prigs and the screamers on this point seem suddenly to be forgetting that there's more than one kind of contract in force here, and all of them involve complex and sometimes mutual responsibilities. The president has an express contract with the Constitution of the United States; he swears a solemn oath to defend and protect it.. He also has an understood contract with the the United States as a nation, that he will subordinate his own interests to the welfare of the nation as a whole, and will make whatever personal and political sacrifices may be necessary to keep it from harm. Finally, he has an implied contract with each and every citizen individually, that he will repay our respect for the office and his tenure in it by remembering that he works for us, all of us, not simply those who elected him.

Only the first of these contracts is a legal one. Once he takes the oath of office, he becomes President of the United States. The other two contracts are moral contracts, ideals of the grand American tradition. It is these unwritten contracts which determine whether we, as individual citizens of the United States, accept the legal president as "our" president. I do not. Glen Beck can scream all he wants, but he does not speak for me. He is a citizen. He has every right to give Obama a nod on all three contracts. But I'm a citizen too. I do not believe Obama is entering into any of the three contracts in good faith. I don't believe he intends to defend and protect the Constitution of the United States, but to engineer its rewriting from the bench. I do not believe he holds the interests of the United States as a nation above the interests of various constituencies and political factions around the globe. And I do not believe there is any definition under which he would repay my acceptance and respect by being my president as much as he intends to be the president of the aggrieved and vengeful.

It's not an emotional animus as much as an intellectual assessment. I don't believe him. I don't believe in him. Why must I nevertheless accept him in the monolithic terms scared conservatives seem to demand? I said I won't give him the benefit of the doubt. Why should I? In my opinion, he has to prove to me that he can be believed. It's not as if he is above me and can somehow command my private and personal allegiance. I don't work for him. He works for me. I don't think he understands even that much.

So my conclusion is that this particular controversy is not one conservatives should be yelling at each other about. If you don't feel he's your president, that's your business. It doesn't make you seditious, or the second coming of Bush Derangement Syndrome, or a flaming reactionary racist.

Let me elaborate on that last point. I have never doubted that an African-American could be elected president. I still believe it will happen one day, and I abide by my conviction that when it does happen it will be a Republican candidate who does it. I'm also not enough of a hypocrite to pretend great joy and other vaguely self-congratulatory emotions over the fact that a man whose personal history, associations, and political views I regard as disqualifying for the presidency has been elected to the position of Commander-in-Chief. There's no silver lining to this cloud. In my view, there's every likelihood he will be so bad a president that he will delay for a decade or more the election of the first African-American president. (If there's anything worse than a ringer, it's an incompetent ringer. Makes the whole team look bad.)

My last point on this subject concerns my grave disquietude about the meaning of the conservative rush to "make nice." I think everyone who does this betrays a naivete for which there is absolutely no justification. Do they really think that being gracious is going to slow down the juggernaut of a Democrat White House and congress? Fools. We are days, if not hours, away from an all-out declaration of war by Democrats on all things conservative and Republican. Taking time out to shake the right hand of the man who will immediately stab you with the dagger in his left is more than folly. It's contemptible.

Barack Obama is soon to be the nation's president. No argument on that point. He is not my president. No compromise on that one. It's not a distinction invented by the DailyKos. My dad never accepted FDR as his president, either, but it didn't stop him from defending the nation in the U.S. Army Air Corps in World War II. All you snob media patriots, take note.

If you've got a problem with that, tell it to Glen Beck. He'll kiss you on both cheeks. If that's what sends a tingle up your leg.





The Real Obama
Victory Anthem



WHAT GOES AROUND.... Almost everything is right about this. It takes place at the Brandenburg Gate, where Obama wanted to stage his European debut. The sentiments are right ("Mother, should I run for president? Should I trust the government?"). The haircut is right, even if the singer is a bit trans-gender, but trans-gender is analogous to trans-racial, right? The all-important mother figure is there where she belongs, despite the fact that the white male hierarchy is standing in for her (3 minutes in), which is also amazingly, remarkably, symbolically right, right? The evil image of the war-monger McCain is there, too, displayed in all his grotesque jingoist plumage (4 minutes in). And there's finally an answer to the continuing questions about why the wife of the president-elect and her blood-spattered dress were banished from the stage before his peroration to the adoring throngs on victory night (4 1/2 minutes in).

In short, this performance contains everything we need to know in order to appreciate our new rock star president. And, yes, they loved the song, baby.

There's a bonus, too. John McCain's swan song. It starts a little less than two minutes into the video below.



Good to know he always understood he was going to lose to the biggest star on the scene. (And thanks for the explanation about his debate performances: "Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.") Too bad about his physical disabilities, though.

We can all relax now. And enjoy the vibe. Peace, brothers.





Bright Spots:

Eloise in London!

We can still conquer the world.

POETIC JUSTICE. The Lord taketh away, and the Lord giveth. He's sending our own Eloise, Rachel Lucas, to London, England, for three years. Wow. They'll never know what hit them. Forget the election. This is an occasion for pure joy. Imagine it. The nation's most plainspoken woman, no doubt sunk deep in gun withdrawal, contending with the British Empire as it continues to slide disgracefully into the sunset they once boasted would never come and now can't wait to embrace. Is she going to have even a moment's patience with the pseudo-intellectual twits, the pompous anti-Americans who forgot how to write shortly after they forgot their own and our history, the hypocrites who still sneer at "wogs" of every ethnic origin while they despise American racism, the enervated malcontents who can't manufacture a toaster that works and yet look down on all American products excepting our music, our movies, our fashion trends, and our laptops and iPhones?

It's going to be a bloody slaughter. Even she doesn't know how bad it it's going to get, how wroth she will become. It's one thing to sit in America and like the occasional Brit accent on TV or in the movies. It's quite another thing to have to live with it day after day and month after month. Until you want to scream. Cockney accents you can't understand. Oxford accents that make you want to shoot the speaker on principle just because his every word is a distinct, separate affirmation of complete and utterly baseless superiority. Sooner or later, Rachel will let them ALL know what she thinks of them, and one of the world's largest islands will subsequently sink shamefacedly into the sea. We can't wait.

When the book comes out, we think it's going to be a blend of these two classics...


A pastiche of sophistication and sinister doings undone. With extreme prejudice.

...but better than both. The last page might very well involve the offices of a ten-gauge shotgun at teatime.

We're getting ahead of ourselves, though. Our demonic pug Eloise reminds us that Rachel has a huge hurdle to overcome. What will she do while her dogs spend the compulsory six months in quarantine? (Brit bastards.)


Our Eloise. Naughtier than the "Weenie" of the books.

Let's hope she wangles something. We know she's a resourceful gal. In the meantime, we recommend that she spend her time reading the complete works of P.G. Wodehouse and Evelyn Waugh. Britain isn't like that anymore, at all, but at least she'll know who she's vindicating when slaughter day finally arrives.

I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they finally realize what kind of an American they're dealing with.




Thursday, November 06, 2008


Shazam!

Did you know that Captain America is really a skinny fine arts
major? Of course you did. Did we know that "Shazam!" is really
associated with another comic-book captain? Of course we did.
Combining them seemed right today. One of them's a 12-year-old.

FOLLOWUP. One of our commenters on the last post provides an excellent example of the mentality that's driving much of the left today. So I thought it would be worth responding to. Not because anything can change his mind, because nothing can. He's living as happily in his own world as the permanently miserable are ever able to. But it might be instructive to take a closer look at what amounts to an unbroken string of cliches, stupid assumptions, and the kind of arrogant wrongheadedness which can only be achieved by the shallowest of minds. Here's his comment in full:

Captain America  2008-11-06 03:34:00

It's astounding to me that you bunch of ridiculous cracker assholes actually appear to believe that Barack Obama is a Marxist. It would be completely hilarious if you could just take a moment to explain to me how you came to that conclusion.

The US Presidency is a middle management position, and Obama is no more than a nice smiley-faced centrist executive who has done nothing but demonstrate that he will be a willing and able servant of the great American Imperial Project. His electoral success is already providing some much-needed positive PR for the empire, which has been suffering from a severely bad rep for the last few years (although it has deserved this rep for much longer).

He is as beholden to corporate power as any of the other multi-millionaires you macho dudes have shined your boner for in the past, if not more so. Don't fucking panic. There is no chance in hell that Obama will do anything even remotely Marxist. None.

The US will fall at some point; it is very possibly already doing so. This will not be the result of Obama's stewardship, but the inevitable result of a system which is predicated on perpetual growth and consumption in a finite space with finite resources. It is a process which is thousands of years old, and way, way bigger than any cheesy-grinned, media-friendly corporate middle manager.

You bunch of bitches will need to get over your obsession with "leaders" and big, strong powerful men to tuck you in at night. Fucking pussies.

Now for some closer attention to his content. The nom de guerre he chooses is interesting. It's derisive, of course, which suggests at the outset that his own leftism is of the internationalist, blame America for everything variety. His opening shot confirms it:

It's astounding to me that you bunch of ridiculous cracker assholes actually appear to believe that Barack Obama is a Marxist. It would be completely hilarious if you could just take a moment to explain to me how you came to that conclusion.

Yes, he's a member of the young, superior left. Anyone who opposes  his own rigidly held notions is by definition a "ridiculous cracker asshole." He is stooping even to communicate with us, which is why he couches his question in terms of irrelevant hilarity. I'll get to his question in a bit, because it's one whose answer is not well understood even by many conservatives. But first, we'll uncover what he's telling us about himself in his next blasts.

The US Presidency is a middle management position, and Obama is no more than a nice smiley-faced centrist executive who has done nothing but demonstrate that he will be a willing and able servant of the great American Imperial Project. His electoral success is already providing some much-needed positive PR for the empire, which has been suffering from a severely bad rep for the last few years (although it has deserved this rep for much longer).

It turns out that Captain America's reason for rejecting the idea that Obama might be a marxist is that he's a devout marxist himself. The view of America as a wholly corporate enterprise in which the elected government essentially takes orders from big business is, of course, the contemporary packaging of anti-capitalism. What's the alternative to capitalism? The state-run command economies of marxist inspired nations like Cuba, North Korea, and the old Soviet Union, all of which pushed their peoples into poverty and often into famine, mass imprisonment, and slavery. But we're the "ridiculous cracker assholes" for not accepting unquestioningly that theirs was the better way.

The designation of the U.S. as "the great American Imperial Project" is tired old leftism at its worst, a retread of sixties campus radical rhetoric that couldn't be more ridiculous itself in the context of a Soviet Union that colonized and enslaved eastern Europe for close to half a century. His own next conclusion is comically self-defeating. If we're really an empire, why on earth would we care about a "bad rep" in our colonies? Obviously it wouldn't matter what kind of "PR" we were getting, any more than it mattered to the Soviets that their "PR" was bad in Czechoslovakia after they sent the tanks in to reassert totalitarian control.

He is as beholden to corporate power as any of the other multi-millionaires you macho dudes have shined your boner for in the past, if not more so. Don't fucking panic. There is no chance in hell that Obama will do anything even remotely Marxist. None.

In case we missed his earlier revelation that he's a pompous twenty-something ideologue, he gives us more crude sexual imagery as a way of reasserting his superiority over us. And then he lets us know the real reason he's upset about our calling Obama a marxist. Captain America wishes Obama were a marxist. He's profoundly disappointed that he can't bring himself to believe it.

The US will fall at some point; it is very possibly already doing so. This will not be the result of Obama's stewardship, but the inevitable result of a system which is predicated on perpetual growth and consumption in a finite space with finite resources. It is a process which is thousands of years old, and way, way bigger than any cheesy-grinned, media-friendly corporate middle manager.

Ah yes. The leftist love of doom and gloom, which is supposed to inspire and attract us as followers somehow. Do they ever stop to wonder why this particular part of their anti-capitalist message doesn't bring us all cheering and applauding to our feet? No. They're so infatuated with their own cynical nihilism that it never occurs to them why all civilizations eventually fall. They fall precisely because the people at some point come to believe that their best days are behind them and lose the courage required to overcome ordeals their forebears dealt with successfully before. Captain America and his ilk are the spearpoint of that sentiment in the world of today. They are so self-obsessed their vision confines them to (hopefully on their part) self-fulfilling prophecy.

The argument that we are doomed because of finite space and finite resources is wholly specious. You can argue that it's true at some conceptual level, but it's fatuous at any contemporary pragmatic level. Individual resources may be finite, but the population of potential resources is so numerous as to be effectively infinite. The only real writing on the wall is the childish scribbling of those who don't understand the power of technology or appreciate the power of human ingenuity. The impossibility of continued expansion and growth through many future human lifetimes is a rhetorical trick. It depends absolutely on assuming that we can know what science will not be able to accomplish in harnessing the energy potential of magnetism, sand, and solar winds. We can't.

The doom of the leftists is essentially a romantic ideal, as old and irrational as the endless divine promises of doom in the ancient religions they scorn so ferociously. But the story is the same story. Man is evil and must be punished. They can't wait for the punishment part because they want to belong to the brilliant elite in charge of the punishing. If you're a cynical nihilist, that's as close to something like heaven as you'll ever get.

You bunch of bitches will need to get over your obsession with "leaders" and big, strong powerful men to tuck you in at night. Fucking pussies.

Captain America closes as he began, of course, with crude sexual imagery and another one of his odd, built-in self-rebuttals. Accusing us of being the ones who desire "big, strong, powerful" "leaders" is pure projection. The commenters he's trying to respond to only want a president, a man who loves his country and regards himself as being in their service, not in control of every aspect of their lives.

This commenter is, regardless of his chronological age, a child and therefore consumed with childish things that require no logic or explanation. However, he has asked one question that's worth real consideration. Who knows? He might even like the answer.

Why do some of us "cracker assholes" assert that Obama is a marxist? Because his own autobiographies describe an intellectual education that repeatedly found marxist ideas and marxist-inspired activists a congenial resource. The taproot of all his political philosophy as a young man was the radical anti-Vietnam War movement that arose in the late 1960s. If it wasn't in the beginning, this movement rapidly became expressly marxist, allying itself with the communist North Vietnamese and therefore explicitly opposed the "capitalist, imperialist pig" Amerika. Don't tell me this is isn't so. I was there. I saw the dreary stream of mimeographed diatribes that papered the campuses in those days.

As the movement splintered into more radical and openly revolutionary factions, Mao's little red book became a bible of groups like the Weathermen who thought they were the spearhead of an actual violent, and yes, marxist, overthrow of the United States government. It was during this period that they became formal partners with the violent fringe of the civil rights movement, which spawned the Black Panthers as well as the Nation of Islam. The combination of black nationalist political entities with the marxist/Maoist tactics of the far radical left is what led to the Black Liberation Theology of people like Jeremiah Wright, a lineage you can trace in its vocabulary and politics. (The religious component is a threadbare figleaf; lovers of Christ who hate almost everyone are a contradiction in terms and more importantly an easy route to tax-free status.)

It was the alumni and remaining activists from this heritage that were most appealing to the young Obama as he recounted it in his two books about himself. He read and admired the content of Saul Alinski's manual for how to subvert systems from within. He teamed up with Weathermen Bill Ayers and Bernadine Dohrn to promote a far left radical agenda to Chicago schoolchildren. He served as a teacher for ACORN recruits and what he taught them was the tactics of the Alinski manual on revolution  He formed a twenty-year association with Jeremiah Wright and his church, where the rhetoric of anti-Americanism was culled from the same marxist sources Obama had learned to admire in other aspects of his life and careeer. I'm not even going to link this stuff, because the source materials for it are overwhelming, unassailable, and easily accessible.

Indeed, the only argument that can be made against these influences as central to the current political philosophy of Barack Obama is that he's older now than when he first formed his political orientation. We are being fed a bland assumption, based on absolutely nothing, that the years must have mellowed him and if he now speaks like a moderate, he must in fact be a moderate.

Why must he be? Can anyone point me to the third volume in his autobiographical trilogy that recounts his intellectual repudiation of marxist radicalism in favor of moderation? I don't think you can. This tireless writer hasn't written that book because the transformation everyone wants so much to believe in never occurred. Remember that he never repudiated Wright until political expediency absolutely required it. In sounding like a moderate, he is only following the instructions in Alinski's manual, saying whatever it takes to get inside the power structure you wish to subvert.

I don't doubt that he's a marxist because there's no evidence he's ever been anything but. And there's abundant evidence that there's nothing he professes to believe in public that he won't change, retract, or reverse himself on at a moment's notice.

Which means the only remaining question is just how daring and successful he will be in steering this country very sharply to the left. I concede the jury is still out on that one. Maybe he's as callow and fatally over-ambitious as he seems to many of us. Maybe his courage will fail him. Maybe his political skills aren't up to the task. Maybe the congressional and other leaders in his party will bully him into pursuing a less suicidal course for the party and the nation. And maybe, as Captain America believes (though for all the wrong reasons), the free market will ultimately defeat his intentions.

The American people still get a say, too. If Captain America believes that a solid majority of citizens will ever buy into his favorite arguments, we still have a chance to get our country back. Whatever he thinks he's selling, Americans won't be buying in the kind of numbers that would be required.





A Cautionary Note
for the Victors


There are two kinds of people in power grabs. Which are you?

THE VERITIES. We know you're all happy and gloaty about now. And I have no intention of spoiling your fun. God knows you've waited for it long enough and will have very little time to enjoy it before your messah sinks hip deep into problems no first-time executive will ever be able to solve... BUT. Since nobody else is likely to tell you this, here's a tip that you might want to keep in mind.

There's an easy way to tell in any leftist political movement whether you're on the inside or the outside of the real power circle. It's an important distinction. Those inside the circle prosper and are elaborately rewarded for their participation. Those outside the circle are expected to shut up, go away, be completely ignored until the next election cycle, and look happy the whole time nonetheless.

Your side lives and conquers by the Big Lie.

For example, black people have been outside the liberal power circle ever since the Democrat Party adopted them to get Lyndon Johnson elected president. More Republicans than Democrats voted for the landmark Civil Rights bill in 1964, but Democrats convinced black people that they were the party of racial equality. Everything Democrats have done since has accomplished nothing but keep black people segregated, educationally deprived, and imprisoned in a destructive welfare-crime-victim mentality that systematically deprives them of real American opportunity while ensuring that racial resentments can never abate.

Close to half a century later, black people still regard equality as a remote and receding ideal. Why? Probably not directly malicious. It's just that others inside the circle had more influence and a greater command on party votes. Democratic allegiance to the National Education Association ensured that black Americans would remain trapped in incompetent public schools because vouchers were out of the question. Urban renewal projects that destroyed black neighborhoods and families looked good but served primarily to enrich urban construction contractors who always have their hooks into city hall and the necessary U.S. congressmen. Affirmative Action programs promised a brilliant future but merely extended ghetto segregation into the nation's best universities, where a brand new tradition of inevitable failure and demonstrated inferiority guaranteed yet another generation of dependency on the left's Big Lie that genuine racial equality was still, always, tantalizingly, just around the corner.

Are you starting to get it yet? No? You can tell that you're outside the power circle if you actually believe the Big Lies your side is telling and expecting you to repeat to anyone who will listen. Because inside the circle, the crafters of the lies know that they are exactly that and exactly why and how they are using them to their own personal benefit.

Do you believe the lie that George Bush went to war in Iraq, on his own hook, without massive Democrat support, based on worldwide intelligence that told the same story from nation to nation and spy agency to spy agency? Then you're outside the circle. All the Democrat power brokers know that this was a gigantically huge lie which they used ruthlessly to destroy the president of the United States and savage his foreign policy.

Do you believe the lie that the current financial crisis was caused by George Bush's tax cuts for the rich? Then you're outside the circle, because the Democrat U.S. Senators and Congressmen are well aware that their pandering on the question of "home ownership for the underprivileged" violated basic economic principles and generated a cancer that devoured the entire U.S. financial system.

Do you believe the lie that raising corporate taxes and imposing "windfall profit taxes" somehow helps average Americans? Then you're outside the circle. The truth is so simple that even left-wing legislators understand that corporate taxes are always paid, in full, every damn penny's worth, by average Americans, who pay the total costs of doing business in the prices they pay for goods and services. When the corporate tax rate goes up, prices go up. You pay them with every loaf of bread, every trash bag, every used car, every prom dress, every condom you buy. But they tell you the lie that they are on your side and are looking out for you when they raise taxes on all the entities and institutions which actually create jobs, meaning that there will inevitably be fewer jobs for average American like you. Why do they tell you such a lie? Because the more helpless and dependent you feel on their power to intervene via government on their behalf, the more likely they are to remain in power.

Do you believe the lie that all the problems in the world can be solved by being nice to foreign countries and leaders who openly despise and hate us? Then you are outside the circle. Everyone in power knows that whatever we did after 9/11 was bound to piss everybody off, friend and enemy alike. Because we're the rich uncle of the world. Meaning you are the rich uncle of the world, endlessly obligated to give and give and give to every poor relation who taps you on the shoulder with a meaning cough. What? You don't feel like a rich uncle? Why the hell not? Is it possible that foreign countries are like your obnoxious next-door neighbor? You know the one. He's entitled to play loud music in the middle of the night, every night, without rebuke, but if your poplar tree overhangs his side of the fence, he's also entitled to lop off the offending branches and kill it dead, without rebuke. Will appealing to his good side help? No? Then why do you believe the lie that Iran is more reasonable than your asshole neighbor?

Do you believe the lie that the biggest problems facing the world are global warming and American overuse of natural resources like oil and natural gas? Then you're hopelessly outside the circle. Nobody in power gives a rat's ass about potential crises that may take a hundred years to affect some modest percentage of the world's people. They care about them only if they can use your fear to increase their power, their own remoteness from consequences, and their authority to reach into your wallet for more taxes. They also know that if we use a higher percentage of the world's resources than anybody else, that's a net plus. We get the highest percentage return from it, meaning the greatest productivity, the most wealth creation, which drives the entire global economy. Or didn't you know that?

Do you believe the lie that the government really cares about your health, your healthcare, and your lifespan? Then you don't understand the circle of power at all. Have they outlawed tobacco and cigarette smoking? No. Because then they'd lose the incredibly onerous and regressive taxes they impose on cigarettes. They care about your healthcare only if it enables them to make more businesses -- insurance, hospitals, medical practices, pharmaceutical giants -- dependent on them for profit, permission, existence. That's what it means to be "liberal." Inside the circle, that is.

Your side is dedicated to only one constituency: power. If you don't understand that, you're outside the circle. Any good they do you is the sheerest accident, an unintended consequence of a strategy whose prime purpose is to maintain your pitiful dependence on their breathtakingly humongous lies.

Enjoy the next four years. Obama's inside the circle now. Where the hell are you? And more importantly, what the hell are you? You're the meat that baits the trap.
 




Tuesday, November 04, 2008


Distractions



THE DAY OF RECKONING. The online editor of the National Review (a fine Irish lady despite her puke-inducing interview with Peggy Noonan) gave the best advice:

May I request hourly reminders that exit polls don't mean anything, MSM reports don't mean anything, anecdotal reader emails don't mean anything, ecstatic blog entries from the left or right don't mean anything, Eeyorish blog entries from either side don't mean anything, that funny feeling you feel in your stomach doesn't mean anything, that rant from co-workers or raving from family member doesn't mean anything, that only one thing matters today:

Go Vote.

What is needed right now is completely mindless music. By which I mean music that is expressly designed to shut down all parts of the brain so completely there's nothing left but autonomic responses, like, say, the head-bop.



Maybe you think there has to be a dancing pole for music like this. There doesn't.



Not that it hurts.



It's just that what really matters is the beat, even if it's from very little people.



Exercise is good, too. Keeps the brain from getting involved.



Even foreigners can help provide distraction with a proper beat.

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Ever notice how good the Germans are at not thinking?



I mean, really.



But personally, we still prefer American blondes.



And even if sad thoughts still manage to creep in, they're not all political. Some of them are just human.



Good luck with ducking the election. We'll be listening to Zevon here. "Please Stay," seems right somehow. We just miss him. And maybe the time is coming when we'll find new meaning in his call for "Lawyers, Guns, and Money." Let's hope not.





PRESIDENT ZERO

Three cheers for the Orange and the Black.

ADDING IT ALL UP. I have no intention of being gracious about this. I'd like to say I never thought I'd see the day we'd elect a president of the United States who hates the United States, but the truth is I've been fighting against this day for 35 years. I always knew this day could come. I just hoped it wouldn't.

Right now I'm in the mood for kicking ass and taking names. Top of the list, John McCain. I always had doubts about whether he really wanted to win, and his refusal to use the legitimate issue of Jerermiah Wright seals it as far as I'm concerned. After that, the turncoat Republican pundits -- David Brooks, George Will, Peggy Noonan, Kathleen Parker, David Frum, Christopher Buckley, Ann Applebaum, Michael Smerconish, and the snipers like Michelle Malkin and even Ann Coulter -- it doesn't matter who you ultimately voted for, because you did your damage long before election day. You helped turn this country over to a vengeful marxist without portfolio because he made your panties wet. I don't care how much damage it does to the Republican Party to read you out of it. The Republican Party is better off without you, ALL of you. Go to hell. Except, sadly, you're taking all of us with you.

Next up, the American people. I urge you to support your new president with all your patriotic fervor and belief. Because I won't. I refuse to accept a president who thinks our constitution is fatally flawed and who sees nothing wrong with choosing a black racist as a mentor or a murderous terrorist as a partner in a conspiracy to radicalize school children rather than teach them to read and write. To every one of you who voted for this pampered, resentful faker, I have just four words: I spit on you.

And, no, I'm not urging violence of any kind. I'm simply declaring my unalterable opposition to the worst electoral decision this country has ever made. I will not wait and see. I will not give him the benefit of the doubt. I will not hope for the best. His election is the greatest catastrophe that has befallen this republic in 232 years. Clinton was just corrupt. Obama is a nemesis. I will do everything I can to turn him legally out of office as soon as possible.

I'm sure there's going to be a lot of making nice in the next few days and weeks. I won't be part of that. When you get sick of all the attempts to put the best possible face on this unutterable disaster, come here. We'll be at the old stand as usual, fighting for what remains of this stricken dream, our country.




Monday, November 03, 2008



Back to Our Roots:

On the Edge of a
 November Storm



ONLY PUNKS. It's all been a comedy for the last couple turns around the sun, but tomorrow will declare itself as a morality play or a tragedy. Not to put too fine a point on it, but we been around for a long long time. Mad the whole time. Since this little excrescence in upstate New York in 1969.



Is this really the past? No. It isn't. It's the present. And probably the future. The Baby Boomers -- i.e., the audience at Woodstock -- are at the height of their power right now. They're the ones who are driving this election. They own the universities, the government bureaucracies, the mass media, the public school system, the environmental movement, the Global Warming hysterics... all the places they ran to hide when they were ducking the draft in the 1960s and all the places they went to ground after American conservatives won the Cold War and destroyed the communist lie twenty years later.

But they had a secret weapon. Popular music and popular culture that masqueraded as counterculture even as they were transforming it into quasi-mainstream culture. They had Bob Dylan, the Beatles, the Who, Pink Floyd, Simon & Garfunkel, Bruce Springsteen, and countless others who would raise succeeding generations -- including U2, Nirvana, and Radiohead -- to see western civilization as a monumental failure of a morality that wasn't as immediately gratifying as amorality or immorality.

Truthfully, black musicians had nothing whatever to do with this war. After Hendrix, black music descended almost immediately into the depths of drug- and sex-obsessed funk and then sex- and drug- and money-obsessed rap (with time out for drug- and drug-obsessed jazz). Halleluiah. Once again, as is always the case with radical leftists, white people were carrying the ball. Just as they blackmailed the Jews into betraying their faith in exchange for anti-semitic marxism, they persuaded the blacks into betraying their heritage in exchange for promises of liberation that were never planned by the elites. And in both cases, the lwhite ibs blamed their own deliberate failures on the powers-that-be, even when the powers-that-be were them.

But there's a funny thing about the irrational arts. Sometimes they retain a core of honesty even when they're trying very hard to corrupt themselves in the name of popular shibboleths. Rock and roll, which was born of the African-American blues and jazz, also fed a pure American streak of independence, rebellion, and skepticism that helped bring down the collectivist urge which motivated the sixties radicals. Individualistc rebellion became very big business in a distinctively American Way, to the tune of millions and millions of dollars. A few examples that are pertinent to the choice America will make tomorrow:

There's also the studio version (here).
 
Yup. They're the American Rolling Stones. We've seen them in concert. One of the best shows in America. But they're not the only band who knows we're on the edge:


The studio version, with full sound is here.

And to complete the showbiz trifecta, here is an appropriate statement about November, courtesy of Guns'N'Roses:



So we feel a great sense of fatigue. Great great weariness. Black people have all the musical talent in the world? (Despite all the music that's actually changed the world?) Black people have all the dancing talent in the world? (Despite Astaire, Nijinsky, Cyd Charisse, Margot Fonteyn and Nureyev. Right. This is better? Sure it is.)

And now the 2008 presidential election sits on a knife edge. In these circumstances, we tend to revert to Scot barbarianism, but sometimes the Aussies wll do. Especially on the topic of liberal motivation:


The studio recording is here.

But it's all show biz, right? Rock concerts aren't counterculture events anymore. They're about money. Even our kids know it. Hell, we take them to the concerts, as if we were showing them history. We don't tell them about Thomas Jefferson or Ben Franklin, but we can show them Mick Jagger:



My, weren't we cool? Not that we smoked dope or anything, kids. We didn't. Or if we did, we'll tell you about it later, when you're older. But if you come with us to this concert, we'll be able to show that we were cool, too. Even cooler than Pearl Jam, Maroon Five, and whatever whining alt rock band you're listening to now. We invented the GIANT rock concert.

Oh. Did we show you this part? Probably not.



This is who they were and are to this day. Love the people in general, and hire the Hell's Angels to keep them in line. Before you vote, do us one favor. Ask yourself if your love for people permits you to let them make their own decisions. If you really truly believe you should make their decisions for them, because you're just so much smarter, admit that you're one of Obama's Angels and act accordingly. Otherwise, vote for McCain. No, he's not a rock star. He's just a man. Which is what the president of the United States was always supposed to be. A man who can respond like the rest of us to this:



I can pretty much guarantee you Obama doesn't repond to that the way you do. If it doesn't bother you, vote for him.

Note that we're not predicting how it's all going to go. For the first time ever, we doubt you. Which is the beginning of the end even if it isn't.

Because the beginning of the end began a long long time ago.



Vote. Even if you know we're going to lose. Vote.




Friday, October 31, 2008



An Open Letter to Michelle Malkin:

Apologize.

Look like a race riot to you?

DEAR MS. MALKIN:

I was going to let this go because today should be for pure celebration, but I can't let it go. I'm too angry. I believe you owe the City of Philadelphia a formal apology for your gratuitous and inflammatory cheap shot on October, 30, 2008.

How some Philadelphians celebrate victory: Riot!

Brotherly love.

Your team wins. How do you show your pleasure?

Take to the streets, rampage, overturn cars, and rob banks.

Here’s a vid of a car torching after the Phillies’ win:

You’ll recall that a Philadelphia Daily News columnist threatened riots if Obama loses on Tuesday.

Who knows what they’ll do if he wins. [boldface mine]

We've defended you here at InstaPunk on multiple occasions, believing that the kind and amount of abuse you receive via email and lefty bloggers is unwarranted. But for this post you warrant extreme criticism. There is no way I can interpret what you wrote as anything but a thinly veiled racial slur. An unwarranted one.

Your reference to a political op-ed in the Philadelphia Daily News was sneaky. You know very well, because your Google link corrects your disingenuous emendation immediately, that the column was about the possibility of race riots and race war. Then you proceed to the question about what they will do if Obama wins. Which makes it clear who you were talking about in your headline when you used the word "some."

Your commenters -- whom, I might add, are all subject to your personal approval before they can be permitted the honor of reacting to your posts in print -- understood exactly what you were saying. This little elite of the hand-picked offered up dozens of sniggering jokes about loading their shotguns in preparation for defending themselves against them on Election Night, in addition to all their ignorant and prejudiced characterizations of Philadelphia.

Here's what the Philadelphia police had to say about the malefactors:

Police maintained calm during revelry

...Thousands of college students converged on Center City after the National League Championship Series victory on Oct. 15, and police expected a repeat performance in Center City. So they barricaded nearly a mile of South Broad Street and allowed pedestrians to take over...

The victory celebration was largely peaceful for the first two hours. Police mostly stood by as thousands of fans caroused.

"The majority of people celebrated responsibly, but around 12 to 12:30, it took a downturn," Ramsey said yesterday.

The celebration began to go out of control, particularly in Center City, where drunken revelers began to destroy public property and parked vehicles.

Monitoring the crowds from a bank of video screens at the Spring Garden Street command post, police commanders quickly dispatched several buses of officers in riot gear. Supported by state police mounted and aerial units, the reinforcements moved into Broad Street, breaking up the crowd and restoring order.

"When you get chaos like that, you can't grab everybody," said Deputy Commissioner Richard J. Ross Jr., who directed operations from a command post on Spring Garden Street. "You grab the worst of the worst."

Police said 76 people, a majority of them college students, were arrested, mostly for misdemeanors such as disorderly conduct or vandalism. [boldface mine]

Such a scene has absolutely nothing to do with race riots. It has to do with young idiots of all colors and backgrounds drinking too much in a public setting and spurred on by their peers -- i.e., other young idiots -- trashing a city street as if it were a frathouse common room. And the goings-on did not amount to "riots" just because the police wore riot gear. About two officers were treated for minor injuries. I believe most of the cities which have experienced actual riots would be delighted if they had concluded with a few bruises and a few dozen acts of vandalism instead of a few city blocks burned to the ground. But maybe that's just me.

You see, I watched some of the early televised celebrations on Broad Street. The first hooligan activity I saw was a crowd of white kids who stormed a local TV news van, climbed on top, probably breaking the satellite dish, and subsequently began rocking it in an obvious attempt to overturn it. Let me repeat the salient fact. They were white kids. I'm sure none of your gun-toting commenters from Oklahoma, Arizona, or Texas have ever seen drunken white college students make asses of themselves and destroy private property after a Big Twelve football game. Right. And do they call those incidents white race riots? Probably not. Of course, their ability to make such a comparison was prevented by your subtle manipulation, which no doubt led them to imagine an emptying of the eternally resentful inner city tenements seeking any opportunity to trash whitey.

Way to go, Michelle Malkin. You are quadruply guilty in this instance. First, you dream up a phony racial issue where there is none. Second, you tolerate without chastisement a population of goon commenters who make you look as bad as your critics insist you are. Third, it didn't even occur to you to congratulate Philadelphia on a victory that brought joy to 99.9 percent of a regional community consisting of some five to seven million people before you scorched them in service to a half-baked political analogy. And fourth, you know better, generally and specifically.

You were born in Philadelphia and grew up in South Jersey, which means you have no excuse for believing all the despicable libel of Philadelphia sports fans that has been disseminated throughout the nation for so many years. You of all people should be aware that Philadelphia's -- and by extension the entire Delaware Valley's -- relationship to its sports teams is a positive and highly instructive example of the bedrock American values you claim to advocate, defend, and treasure in your personal life.

As I write this, more than two million people are thronging the streets of Philadelphia to celebrate a unifying event that transcends all political, racial, ethnic, and economic divisions in a community that is capable of such a display despite our supposedly hopelessly fractured country. Today, no one in this subset of three blue states is wearing or feeling anything but Phillies red. It's a perfect demonstration of the American ideal. As are the fans who have been so reviled by the mass media. Do they boo bad performance and failure? Yes. Absolutely. Like every citizen and dissident who loves his country and has the guts to insist that it be better. Does their loyalty ever falter, their love ever fade? No. The boos are as much a proof of their love and loyalty as the cheers, the overwhelmingly exuberant joy when success is achieved. Even if the intervals between success are more than a quarter of a century.

The parade that has shut down everything in the City of Philadelphia today -- including network TV programming, and syndicated radio broadcasting, and political campaigning, and business, and government -- is the real-world solution to the supposed oxymoron of America's individualistic union. No single Phillies fan -- or Eagles, Sixers, or Flyers fan -- ever abdicates his individual right to criticize the team he loves so much, but he is also instantly prepared to join the unity created by outstanding accomplishment. What better demonstration could you hope for of the American entrepreneurial spirit? The values continuously reinforced by the entire community require hard work, character, individual effort, teamwork, investment in the future, fearless self-criticism, perseverance through hardship, accountability for results good and bad, devotion to the ideal of being the best there is, and ready acknowledgment, by acclamation, of those who have proven themselves to be the best.

That's the exercise Philadelphia is acting out right now for an entire nation -- in the teeth of one of the most bitterly divisive political environments in our nation's history. Of course we can come together, they are showing us. On Broad Street. In Philadelphia. In the City of -- white, black, gay, straight, male, female, rich, poor, Catholic, protestant, muslim, Jew, Democrat, Republican, Italian, Polish, Irish, Russian, German, Hispanic, and Anglo-Saxon -- Brotherly Love.

How you cheapened that epithet. You should be ashamed of yourself. If you are true to the real land of your birth, you will apologize publicly before another 24 hours goes by.

We'll see.

P.S. Anybody who reads this and shares my ire can learn how to email Ms. Malkin at her site. I doubt she'll respond to this post without some pressure in the form of numbers, which is why I'm expecting no response. But I think she deserves some pressure. Don't you?





It's Time for Some Clarity

And you can almost see her watchamacallit. Sounds right to me.

NOT AN ANNIVERSARY. Obama has taken to calling the events of September 11, 2001, "a tragedy," as if it were a simple plane crash. His conservative counterparts are mired in arguments about which Democratic administration the Obamessiah's would be a throwback to -- FDR, LBJ, or that earlier "JC," Jimmy Carter. And while they squabble with each other about this and about the future of conservatism (Obamacons vs. the faithful, elites vs just folks, elites vs elites, individualistic bloggers vs neo-netroots, you pick it), most seem to be forgetting that the details of analysis are, at this point, irrelevant. The most alarming retro aspect of an Obama presidency is that whether it most closely resembles Carter's or even Huey Long's brief dictatorship of Louisiana, its time window will certainly be pre-9/11.

Democrats, liberals, the media, the Obama 'movement' are all in a state of denial. They don't like the look of the world the way it is, and so they respond by constantly trying to turn back the clock. They want to repeal the Iraq War altogether, thereby wiping away the need to make a responsible decision about that country's future as well as the present deadly impasse with Iran. They want to undo the harsh realities of the Patriot Act, Guantanamo, the Department of Homeland Security, and even the war in Afghanistan they once supported. That's why they remain so focused on the lone figure of Osama bin Laden. In some part of their numbed and impaired consciousness, it's really still the late 1990s, and if we could place him properly and legally in custody, everything which has happened in the past seven years might yet be prevented. In all these respects, an Obama election has come to represent for them an abracadabra moment that will magically reboot the world.

I'm not saying this is a rational viewpoint. It's a fantasy, of course, but it's one they feed and sustain through a variety of stratagems. That's why the images of 9/11 have been banished from the airwaves. Without those vividly intense reminders, sense memory fades and a determined mind can transform a violently murderous attack into a mere sad event. That's why it has become an offence for any (Republican) politician to mention that day and its terrible costs in the course of a campaign for office. It's become insensitive, exploitative, even odious and obscene to remind the American electorate that there's a considerable population of people out there who want us dead, including innocent women and children.

Such self-deception manifests itself in other ways as well. Why has the left become so psychotically fixated on the myth that the Iraq War came about as a result of "lies" by a handful of Bush administration officials? Even their own leadership saw the same intelligence and came to the same conclusions about the threats posed by Saddam Hussein, which were not confined to weapons of mass destruction but included many other alarming behaviors and hostile acts. Refusing ever to move past the circumstances of the initial decision to go to war enabled the Democrats in congress and at large to avoid taking any responsibility for what to do next. In the end all their fulminations and accusations reduced their role in the policy-making process from what it should have been to a tantrum demand for a "do-over."

Worse, they have chosen to use their denial about the Iraq War to cover their lack of any policy whatsoever about the middle east. Because the Iraq War shouldn't have been fought, they're not obliged to condemn Hamas or Hizbollah. Or the Iranian threat to Israel. It's just George Bush's fault (never mind that this particular clock has been ticking since the Iranians took Americans hostage in 1979), and the only right policy is the backward tick-tick-tick of the senatorial clock.

The grandest of all their acts of denial, however, has been the Obama presidential campaign. O Glory. Let's deny fucking everything. There is no War on Terror. There is no foreign policy issue that can't be ajudicated by simply talking with our enemies in a spirit of free and friendly cooperation.There is no challenge facing the world that can't be met by abdicating all responsibility to the two most impotent, cynical, and racist oligarchies in the world, the United Nations and the European Union. It's perfectly appropriate to elect as president a man who has never been in charge of anything and has never spent as much time in any job as he will spend in his first term in the White House. That's great, even for longtime conservatives like Peggy Noonan, Kathleen Parker, David Brooks, Chris Buckley, and other women who have to change their underwear every time this man speaks in public.

Deep breath. There is no foreign policy mandate. 9/11 didn't happen, not really. The Iraq War didn't happen because we were lied to. The War in Afghanistan didn't happen, either, because Clinton would never have been enough of a fool to let Osama bin Laden get away with five, count'em five, terrorist acts we didn't respond to. Sigh of relief. So. (Second sigh of relief.) We can -- absolutely, positively -- start over. With Obama.

And now, everybody, we have the greatest act of pretend ever attempted. A man who has done nothing, ever, promises that he can heal the entire world with "hope and change." Two words, backed up by no accomplishments of any kind. He has a pleasing baritone voice, a lot like David Hasselhoff (thus explaining why the Germans like him so much), but he's never studied history, economics, or American geography. In fact, he's a fucking dolt about everything but constitutional law, except that he thinks the Constitution should be ditched for African-American Liberation Theology.

Here's the plum. Imagine this as you watch the video below. We Americans, the ones who join in the delusion of denial, decide together that the best way to deal with an all-out attack on America is to elect as our president the son of a muslim African who spent his childhood in muslim Indonesia and returned to the U.S. to build a political career via alliances with black nationalists, American-hating Christians who honored anti-semitic black muslims, former SDS terrorists, and PLO diplomats.

Which leads me to my last instruction. Watch this video. All the way through. It will be hard. I couldn't do it the first or the second time. It's too painful. I'm begging you to watch the whole thing nonetheless, now, on the eve of the election.

The author, Peregrine John, maintains that it's only a chronology. It's much more than that. At the beginning, you get to see the Twin Towers thrusting through the clouds. This is who we are, who we were, the most vivid possible example of American exceptionalism. We just shone.

Then comes the attack. And I've spoken with Peregrine John about this, and he denies it, but if you look, you can see that there is a face of predation in almost every single frame of the assault on the towers. I don't want to overplay it, but this is no accident. It was no "tragedy." It was an attack on the United States of America by forces of, well, evil.

Watch from frame to frame. Does it not look as if the Towers are being eaten?

Regardless. Look at the footage. What in the Obama campaign convinces you that he feels any of the pain -- or meaning -- of this loss? What makes you think he would fight in remembrance?

An event of this sort is too huge to be dismissed as a random tragedy. It sends out ripples. It changes everything that happens after. The world doesn't like us so much because we noticed this happened? Fuck them. But that's just one ripple. The ripples in sum go out and out and out. Eventually, they begin to diminish, as with the declining birth rate of all European nations, while the muslims move in. But an event like this doesn't simply disappear. What's amazing in retrospect is how measured the U.S. response has been. We could have killed them all. Dead. Sicilian style. That's one part of us. But we didn't. We're Americans. Go back to the image of the Twin Towers poking through the clouds. That's us. America. Alone in the world of definite dreams.

But if we can't rebuild those towers, the world will subside into a new barbarian age.

Watch the video. And taste every moment.



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