Today in Republican Detachment Disorder: Let Our Skeevy Past Be Stricken from Every Book and Tablet

Stricken from all pylons and obelisks, stricken from every mainstream media outlet in America.

Let the horrific shit we said and did for decades that led inexorably to the Rise of Trump be unheard and unspoken, erased from the memory of men for all time.

So, how are we all doing today?

I know how I'm doing.  I'm sitting up late into the night with my lovely wife wondering how we're going to function as a going concern now that Amazon has decided to shut off the rewards program that was generating half of the revenue from our podcast.

Half.

We were meticulous about following their guidelines, but in the end, they shut it down anyway, and so whatever we had in the pot in September is now the last dime we will ever see from them, because whatever was in there for October and November from purchases you all made through our link has been taken back.  It was fun while it lasted and thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who bought stuff this way knowing that you were kicking in a little do-re-mi to literally keep the lights on and the health insurance paid at our little podcast in the Middle of Middle America.

So that's how I'm doing.

You want to know who isn't worried one little bit about suddenly and arbitrarily losing half their income?

The New York Times' newest resident Very Serious Conservative, Bret Stephens.  Because despite generally being an assembly-line-created Modern Conservative douchbag and climate change denialist, Mr. Stephens excels at providing the hot commodity which is most in demand in professional media circles today.  See if you can spot it!

BRET STEPHENS: You know, I find myself and I think a lot of my friends in the same position, which is, we're in a kind of "I can't believe what I'm saying" moment.  Because for so much of my political life, I have just been sort of consistently and instinctively on the side of the Republican Party.  That's when it was a matter of the sort of policies they were espousing, especially a version of the Republican Party that was about free trade, enterprise, openness, democracy, human rights and so on.  That party, incredibly, in the space of just a year and a half...no longer...simply no longer exists...

Yeah, you're clever.  You spotted it.

That party, incredibly, in the space of just a year and a half, simply no longer exists... 

Although I will give Mr. Stephens for accidentally using the word "incredibly" correctly:

incredibly:  adverb -- Used to introduce a statement that is hard to believe.

And the reason that Mr. Stephen's assertion that the GOP went from a party of "free trade, enterprise, openness, democracy, human rights" to a party of degenerates, imbeciles, racists and demagogues in 

"in the space of just a year and a half" is incredible is because...it is not credible.

Or, in plainer language, it is a lie.  A Big Lie.  A Big Lie in which every single person on that panel actively participates, along with virtually the entire profession of American political journalism and punditry.

A Big Lie that that is so terribly fragile and so easily debunked that it cannot bear the slightest push-back or scrutiny, which is exactly why dirty hippie push-backers and scrutinizers are not allowed within thousand yards of panels like these.  

Because even the most casual observer cannot fail to notice that the ranks of profession of American political journalism and punditry are now wildly overstocked with wildly overpaid hacks like Mr. Bret Stephens who are employed at heavy expense to make sure that the Big Lie behind which they all cower remains intact no matter what.  One sustained attack on their big, glass jaw and the whole edifice of their artifice would shatter, which is why the men who own the cameras and who fill Mr. Stephens' pockets with ducats do not allow that to happen.

Hey, you want to know who else isn't worried one little bit about missing any meals anytime soon?

This guy.

This guy: "Clarence Thomas's wife presents award to James O'Keefe at Trump hotel".

Wife of Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, @GinniThomas, presenting an award to @JamesOKeefeIII today for "defending liberty." pic.twitter.com/bWXFgWa36x

— Kenneth P. Vogel (@kenvogel) December 6, 2017

From The Atlantic:

It’s been eight years since O’Keefe’s debut on the national scene. The videos in which he and Hannah Giles posed as a pimp and prostitute to record ACORN employees appearing to advise them on how to break the law made the kind of impact mainstream news organizations dream of. They lead to ACORN shutting down, and made O’Keefe a key figure in the conservative media of the time. While others in the blogosphere or on cable news complained about the left, O’Keefe was out there doing something about it, infiltrating liberal institutions and exposing their corruption.

According to tax filings for Project Veritas, O’Keefe is raising more money than ever; he drew a salary of over $300,000 last year. But Project Veritas feels like a relic from an earlier era in conservative media, like a Glenn Beck chalkboard or a Fox News segment on “Obamaphones.”...

In case Mr. Stephens reads this, allow me to explain.  You see, Bret, "eight years" is longer than "a year and a half".  In fact, Bret, your side of the political spectrum has been an extraordinarily fertile and profitable breeding ground for all manner of ratfuckers and scum-peddlers for decades now.   And for all of those decades that the Republican Party has spent shambling quite deliberately and purposefully down the long, wide, and clearly-marked road from Nixon's Southern Strategy and Lee Atwater, through Newt Gingrich, Rush Limbaugh and Fox News, and now, at last, to Brietbart, Hannity, O'Keefe and all the rest of the flesh-eaters and hobgoblins who own the Party of Lincoln...

...none of Conservatism's overpaid child-men like you, Bret, gave one little damn about the truth.

And now that the Beast that we dirty hippies have warned you about all this time has finally come, you wring their hands, look to the Heavens and ask "How did this happen?"

Fuck.  You.   All.

"Where Yesterday is Exiled, Memory is Rebellion" -- driftglass, January, 2010.

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