Thursday, November 29, 2007

No Country for Old Memes


Time to be quiet now, Joe. (click pic for larger)

Don’t let anyone kid you, baby; superpowers carry curses. Especially Invisibility -- the particular power with which we are afflicted. (And if you don’t get why it's a misery, you clearly have not read enough Wells. )

We are invisible because the rods and cones of the Great Corpulent Eye of Media are configured to perceive only certain caricatured types. Only Tough Conservatives and Pussy Liberals. Only Serious Journalists and Foul-Mouthed Bloggers. Only Reasonable Centrists and Dirty Fucking Hippies.

And we were not those types.

We are invisible because we wear suits and ties sometimes, and “Impeach!” tee-shirts at other times.

We are invisible because we have children in public school, and get them to and fro in things called "carpools".

Because our hair is cropped or grizzled or lustrous or gone or tied back so the kids can’t try to swing on it like tropical vines.

We are invisible because no headlines track the crippling, everyday tragedy of our divorces. Because we have two jobs. Because we wake to the taste of terror and stomach acid in our mouths and then remember that it’s Sunday and thank God.

Because we are quietly burying our parents.

We are invisible because we are frail and flawed and asymmetrical and oh such usual and plain sinners in every way.

Because sometimes we feel like dying before that Big Meeting, because as meaningless as it may be in the great scheme of things, sometimes --
So much depends upon
A good PowerPoint
And some glazed doughnuts
Beside the white flipchart.

Because we know that tomorrow, the next day, next week, there will be another Big Meeting which may end us. And then another. And another.

Some of us labor invisibly in cubicles dreaming of offices, or in offices dreaming of driving away and never coming back.

We the invisible feel guilty that we weren’t there to crush the Nazis or end the Depression, but we’re glad someone did and so God Damned Proud that we can call them Mom and Dad, or Grandma, or Grandpa, or Uncle Jeff, or Aunt Ramona.

We carry a lot, and at some moment nearly every day we feel quite sure that whatever we do is not nearly enough. That out there, somewhere, God is, well, not angry, but terribly disappointed in us. And invisibly we carry on as best we can.

Which we can do without going mad and running screaming into the desert because we have always believed, down deep, that there were certain things -- certain categories of things -- we could rely on.

That certain things would persist, and therefore didn’t require our anxious attention.

We believe we can take that corner going a little too fast because the car door is not going to suddenly morph into tissue paper, the seatbelt won’t transform into a rope of sand, and we won’t go spilling into the road at 50 miles an hour.

We believe that, if pressed, we could put together a helluva dinner party on really short notice.

We believe our pets will not kill us in our sleep.

And, God help us, we believe in America.

No, we are not innocent enough to believe in the essential Capraesque nobility of the Public Servant, or ignorant of the fact that American history has been a, long, bloody, murderous struggle to force the nation to simply stand by its very fine words.

Instead it was that -- as with all the other unseen, reliable material realities -- we believed that buried under all of the rot and bile, there really was some rectifying mechanism. Something ineffably American that would save us from the leaping into the abyss.

That is, until 2004.

For us, it was 11/02/04 every bit as much as 09/11/01 that Changed Everything.

For us, 11/02/04 was waking up and finding ourselves deep in the third reel of “Dawn of the Dead”. It was looking out of our kitchen windows, through the limbs of bare trees, and glimpsing an army of blood-hungry corpses dressed in the tatters of civilization staggering through the fields and alleys.

Shambling towards the polls.

And all the pleading, persuading, negotiating and screaming didn’t slow them down one bit.

For us, seeing 62 million of our fellow citizens rise up and choose to re-elect a cabal of proven thugs, liars, traitors and sociopaths who had just spent four years ratfucking the Constitution…Changed Everything.

It was not a “Road to Damascus” moment of pure revelation, because it had been painfully clear for years that the bigots and mouth-breathers and shoutycrackers were recklessly abroad, and in force.

Instead it was the realization that the most basic civic intuitions -- our cultural dams and levees -- designed to keep us from being overrun by the scum of the nation were not merely in trouble, but were hollow and dead.

Instead it was Martin Luther finally visiting the Vatican only to find that the entire organization was bent from ass to miter. The discovery that the princes of the Church -- the men in the Big Red Hats who Luther’s doctrine told him spoke with the authority of God Himself -- were pimps and thieves and perverts, using Fear and Scripture as two barrels of a shotgun to extort money from their followers and feed their lavish and degenerate appetites.

This was the reality that we invisibles had to face on November 2, 2004; that it was not the leadership of the Democratic Party that had failed us...or the entire GOP...or the justice system...or the Media.

It was all of them.

It was that moment of dawning awareness that comes over Hercule Poirot when he realize that everyone on the Orient Express

had stabbed Ratchett.

It was all of them.

So when we see a Joe Klein publicly humiliate himself for the umpteenth time, trying to excuse his flagrant dissembling incompetence and lies with this phrase (now the Official Pundit Battle Cry of the 2008 Olympics):

"I have neither the time nor legal background to figure out who’s right."


we are angered and saddened to be sure, but mostly we are just fucking weary.


Of course Joke Line shat all over the pages of Time magazine.

And of course his editor’s reaction was to reflexively defend the shitbag in her employ and to hang up on that uppity blogger who dared to question her right to print lies.

And of course it now falls to Lil' Petey Hoekstra "...one of the most obedient and loyal Bush-following Congressmen over the last six years" to step up and defend one of the Right's most Useful Idiots...

Today, Hoektstra went to National Review to defend his good friend, "liberal pundit" Joe Klein, in what Hoekstra called the "venomous debate [that] has raged between Time columnist Joe Klein and his far-Left critics." As always on the pro-Bush Right, those who believe in the radical instrument called "search warrants" are deemed to be "far leftists." Hoekstra pronounces Klein correct in everything he said, and then confesses that he was "one of Klein's sources for the complex technical and legal points that seem to be in contention."

So, in other words, it was Hoekstra -- one of Washington's most partisan GOP operatives -- who lied to Klein by claiming that the House Democrats' bill requires warrants for every foreign terrorist's call and that the bill thus gives the same rights to foreign Terrorists as American citizens. That's a real surprise. And Klein The Journalist then mindlessly wrote down Hoekstra's smears without bothering to check if they were true, and Time printed them as fact.


Of course Karl Rove went on Charlie Rose and blamed the Congress for forcing po’ po’ Dubya to invade Iraq.

And of course Charlie Rose sat there gumming Fat Karl’s dick instead of working him over with a sock full of nickels.

Of course Scotty McClellan spent his professional career using his mouth as Dubya’s bidet.

And now of course he is spending his retirement trying to cadge a few more bucks off telling the inside story of being a lying whore.

And each of these men – and thousands just like them – will go to their graves convinced they lived respectable lives because absent a conscience, the only metric they understand is power, and fealty to power. So what if they’re letting the devil screw them in the ass? In their universe, copulatory technique is everything, and the Number of the specific Beast they let fuck their country to death counts for nothing at all.

These are all facets of the ugly truth we were forced to face on November 2, 2004: that no one – absolutely no one – is going to save us but ourselves.

Because, as Greenwald masterfully summarizes it here, the establishment media is no longer even bothering to pretend that it didn’t join the enemy and turn their guns on us long ago (emphasis added):

As Eric Alterman documented before most people were pointing it out, the greatest myth in our political culture is the Rush-Limbaugh-generated complaint about the "liberal media." Other than right-wing fanatics like Limbaugh and his followers (including those in the press), who can review this deliberately one-sided, government-worshipping record -- and it is but a tiny fraction, much of it from the "journalists" like Klein assigned to play the "liberal" role -- and maintain that "liberal media" myth with a straight face?

The issue of "why" the media behaves this way is complex and completely separate from demonstrating that they do. There are numerous factors. Some of it is ideological. Much of it is the perception of what is economically rewarding (as Banfield suggested, along with Billmon when analyzing Time's descent into right-wing pablum).

A huge amount of it is due to the herd behavior of our vapid, eager-to-be-liked journalist class, desperate for access to and affection from power -- which, in Washington, means GOP operatives and high government officials. And there are other factors as well, some socioeconomic and some relating to the natural political goals of corporate executives.

But what all of these incidents conclusively demonstrate -- including the latest Time/Klein scandal -- is not merely that our establishment media act as stenographers. If they did, that would be an upgrade. They act as eager, obedient stenographers for one side -- the Government and the GOP power structure inside Washington -- faithfully promoting their views as fact until forced to do otherwise. What other conclusion can be reached from this ample, disgraceful record, perfectly illustrated by Time's extremely commonplace conduct?


So whether the act we take is objectively large or small -- whether its speaking rudely up at a cocktail party with an “Excuse the fuck out of me, but maybe if you hadn’t voted straight Traitor Party last time…” where we would not have done so before, or a lonely blogger at the edge of town posting for his or her small community night after night, or Glen Greenwald using his position at Salon to blow repeated, Klein-sized holes in Time Magazine’s glossy façade -- every time we speak out, we nail another sheaf of refusal and dissent to their shithouse cathedral door.

Because any society where Joke Line isn’t writing ad copy for Juggs Magazine, and where Karl Rove isn’t learning an honest trade on the government dime in federal prison, is a society that is fundamentally broken, and these are the simple, sad truths of our times that we are now all called upon to speak out loud, in any venue that is open to us, in whatever voice we can muster, until things change.

Because this is no country for old memes anymore.

And we can no longer afford to be invisible.

23 comments:

Zeno Izen said...

That's good. I like that. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

Man, you sure did speak for me... and many, many others. I'm a veteran, and as I see our Constitution, rule of law, basic morality, and everything good that our country once stood for being trashed more and more every day... it just makes me sick.
Klein, Miller, Hiatt, Graham, Harris, Kurtz and so many other media types who should be doing all they can to dig out the facts, instead take the easy, lazy, pro-corporate and pro-"status" route. What we get is screwed.
Damn good piece of writing, Drift.

Anonymous said...

A particularly good post this time, it really describes how most of us in the reality based community feel now.

My one quibble is that Jokeline shouldn't be grabbed up by Juggs magazine. Juggs uses much more profanity, and often includes some interesting filler essays to meet postal requirements. (I've only read it for the articles)

Perhaps publications involved with firsthand practice of animal husbandry might take him, though I suspect Mickey Kaus would be a lock on those positions.

Anonymous said...

Please add Perry Bacon Jr. to the Parade of Fucksticks list.

Anonymous said...

BTW, well Said Drift.

Holy Shit I love your blog.

Anonymous said...

It's a damn shame drifty has to make an honest living in a cube instead of doing this full-time.
No ads... no PayPal even !!
(sorry if I missed it....)

If I paid you a buck for every time in the last couple of months I've used "liars, lunatics & looters" you could buy a nice fifth of single malt.

¡El Gato Negro! said...

Preach it, Brother Driftglass.

Preach it.

Ivory Bill Woodpecker said...

Far too many of our fellow citizens DID vote for the sociopaths, but let's not be too quick to assume that the sociopaths honestly got all of the votes they allegedly received.

Don't forget the unaccountable "black boxes".

Still, Drifty's main point endures; the sociopaths could not have cheated their way to victory without a large base of genuine supporters. :(

darkblack said...

Yeah, that's why we fight, alright. Kudos, D.

Yodood said...

"…because we have always believed, down deep, that there were certain things -- certain categories of things -- we could rely on.

That certain things would persist, and therefore didn’t require our anxious attention."


This one point has finally nailed the crux of "how did the rats get in" and how they have been lining that nest within the walls of top secret for a century or so. Thanks for yet another cogent tirade, the tangent of which is my next post, once again.

WereBear said...

People didn't realize they were cruising.

They didn't apparently comprehend that all the things they took for granted; the GI bill, the Universities, the wages and 40 hour work weeks... all of it.

Not just there.

But fought for and died for.

And not to be taken for granted.

Except it was.

Anonymous said...

Amazing post.

I read it before bed and dreamed about it.You were forging ahead for truth and justice, nothing new.

Ricky Stengel was on my bro's junior high baseball team, coached to the championship by my wounded veteran father, who went to Princeton on the GI bill. See, we are all connected. I just think about that as a model. All the glittering prizes pour moi, pour moi. French champagne and a sinecure, pour moi.

Now I am going to get lost in Tom Waits Friday.

Anonymous said...

this type of brilliance thrown down so nonchalantly gives me such hope.

i stop by to read whatever gem you've been polishing;
whatever acid bath of a laugh you have to offer (because laughter is the last defense of the exploited, the overeducated's blues);
whatever outrage you can collect and assemble one. more. time. (because we know how much a toll it takes to be so constantly railing, don't we?)

and yet you never fail to amaze with your ability to set the bar high, then easily clear it.

maybe it was the line about divorce, or the desperation of the cubical life, or the sense of time roaring by with an ever-faster current, but this one really got me.

i remember how the thrill turned ugly when the vote counts started to diverge in ohio from the exit polls...and the sickening realization that this one was ALSO being stolen. and how hollow and fraudulent our entire voting system had become. and how we let that happen. so that now no vote can be assumed to be straight.

this is quite a wake-up call to arms you have cobbled together drifty. this dumb cog, with never-ending bills to juggle and kids to get through school and a sense of losing the red-queen's race and a fading belief in america, thanks you.

The Minstrel Boy said...

fuck. yeah.

testify brother.

Anonymous said...

Sometimes you read words that ring so true, they break your heart. You did that (again) with this column, Drifty.

The last few days have left me exhausted. Not angry. Or depressed. The November 2004 election made me angry, perhaps even a little scared. But it was the 2006 election and the last 13 months of spineless acquiescence by the Dems that have made me weary. The final straw for me (how many times have I said that, only to get another "straw" added to the load) was this week's utterly corrupt performance by the media.

Long term, who knows? I find myself thinking more and more that maybe the US really needs a severe depression/collapse to right the ship. Knowing full well that such a scenario can lead to the next FDR, or the next Hitler.

IncandenzaH said...

Je-sus! I've actually got a tear in my eye. I love Driftglass.

Anonymous said...

This is the first thing I've read today that didn't make me say 'oh god, no,' and want to go back to bed.

Brilliant. Thank you for speaking for the invisibles.

Anonymous said...

Dude, that was truly fucking beautiful. Thank you for being such an incredibly eloquent voice for reality in a nation that seems more and more unreal with every passing day.

Imaginista said...

I don't know how you do it, but every time I read, there is a whole slew of fresh and inventive wordsmithery for me to ponder and savor and revisit as I see fit. Today's most tickliest tidbit:

"It was not a “Road to Damascus” moment of pure revelation, because it had been painfully clear for years that the bigots and mouth-breathers and shoutycrackers were recklessly abroad, and in force."

Anonymous said...

Great fucking post.

Anonymous said...

"...it was the 2006 election and the last 13 months of spineless acquiescence by the Dems that have made me weary...."

AMEN, we expect to get screwed over by the ReThugs and authoritarians on the Right, but from our own people?!?!?!?

Anonymous said...

A-fucking-men.

Mr. Natural said...

Brilliant post Drifty! It looks to ME like they have had America by the nuts for quite a long while longer than 11/04. I mean, fucking REEGAN had two terms! Clinton brought us NAFTA for god's sake! Gore and Kerry both card carrying DLC members managed to give the store to the horror meisters. MARK MY WORDS, if Hillary (DLC BOUGHT AND PAID FOR) is anointed, she too will manage to lose to them!