"No" Doesn't Mean "No" Anymore.
Zelda Miller is the love child (as it used to be genteely put) of Zell Miller and Veruca "I Want It Now" Salt.
Zelda is unhappy that Senator Hillary Clinton is not the Democratic Nominee for President this year.
Very, very unhappy.
In fact, Zelda has made it quite clear for the last two years – in an ever-escalating tone of air-raid-siren-loud rage -- that any choice other that Senator Clinton
would not simply be a disappointment, but would be illegitimate.
Two years ago, Zelda was very happy.
Very, very happy.
Two years ago, Senator Clinton had $200 million in the bank, had virtually every state party organization locked up, and was absolutely, mortal-lock, bet-the-rent-money inevitable.
Which was a good thing, because for a certain wing of the women’s rights movement, Senator Clinton was their movement’s apotheosis.
Of course, before Senator Clinton, Representative Nancy Pelosi was the apotheosis of women’s right movement.
And before Representative Nancy Pelosi, Senator Carol Mosley Braun was the apotheosis of women’s right movement.
And before Senator Carol Mosley Braun, Representative Geraldine Ferraro was the apotheosis of women’s right movement.
And so forth.
But it turned out that each of these previous apotheosi were merely politicians. Weak, flawed, compromising politicians.
And so it fell to Senator Clinton to Redeem The Movement.
The equation was simple: a Hillary Clinton -- the proxy for generation, who Suffered For Your Sins under Limbaugh, Died under Cheatin' Bill, but was Reborn as the Junior Senator from New York -- was entitled to be President.
From the Huffington Post:
Leon Panetta, Bill Clinton's former White House chief of staff, was tasked by the Obama campaign this summer with soothing ruffled feelings and helping Hillary loyalists to get over their sense of loss. It has been a demanding assignment.
"There is a sense of entitlement that almost seems to be inbred," Panetta said. "They are convinced Hillary is the one who should be assuming the mantle and it's tough to crack that."
And, conversely, if Senator Hillary Clinton did not Ascend to her rightful place in the White House, the women's rights movement as we know it would collapse and fall into the Stygian darkness where it would be gobbled down and horribly digested by Old Ones forever and ever.
And that would suck.
So Senator Hillary Clinton had to become President Hillary Clinton.
...by the commutative properties of "Because I deserve it", any outcome which did not result in a President Hillary Clinton must be illegitimate.
And in that moment -- in the firing of that political synapse -- a Cult was born.
In the firing of that political synapse you can actually see people like Zelda go mad -- madness, in this case, being defined as founding a movement on two, mutually exclusive and mutually annihilating premises, and then lobotomizing that part of your brain which can perceive blatant contradictions.
Premise Number One: Senator Clinton is a strong, smart, competent and powerful woman in her own right who is every bit up to the job of President.
Premise Number Two: Regardless of what Senator Clinton says; regardless of how many times or how vehemently she protests and tells these people "No" -- they know better.
They know that she wants it.
Really, really wants it.
Of course, these people did not come here from space. They were locally grown, at sites like Taylor Marsh, which was a veritable rutting ground for every unhinged conspiracy and the most intractable of the PUMA.
Her site became an object lesson in what happens when you hitch your wagon to a mob. When you drive your traffic up and feed your media ambitions by flicking yummy medallions of red meat to crazy people until your blog becomes a freakhouse.
As the race heated up and her candidate began to lose, Taylor Marsh willingly let her site become a nest for head-cases, and in the thousands and thousands of comments that accreted there every week, it became insufficient to slam Senator Obama merely over matters of policy or experience.
Instead, the Marsh Mob sprinted Full Shrieking Rove into the darkness and never looked back.
And once they had completed the transformation of Senator Hillary from candidate to Goddess, anything that stood in her way -- opponents, arithmetic, the rules of the game which the candidate herself had already agreed to, her staff's own previous statements, her staff's many, ruinous fuckups, the fact that Brand Clinton comes groaning under a farrago of baggage that some of us are just damned tired of carrying -- stopped being legitimate grounds for having a different opinion or a loss at the polls and started being attacked as Conspiracy and Heresy against the Apotheosa, Queen of the Aggrieved Ladies of a Certain Age.
And once that cultish worldview became legitimized and every asylum day-room muttering became a fungible means to serve that end, there ceased to be any baseline of are-you-fucking-kidding-me? below which the crazies would not go.
Obama became a mobbed-up, empty-suit who was being operated like a Predator drone out of the Kennedy compound.
"Rezko" became a scary, swarthy pejorative (like those other "O"-suffixed scare-words -- "C-h-i-c-a-g-o" and "n-e-g-r-o" -- that have been deployed to freak out the rubes and waterheads) without bothering to notice that the trial of Antoin "Tony" Rezko went to the jury weeks ago. And among all of the many assorted witnesses, co-conspirators and unindicted dodgyfolk from both parties who fell out onto the floor when prosecutors vigorously beat that dirty rug, guess whose name was never mentioned as having ever even been suspected of doing anything wrong?
But of course inside the Clown Car a lack of evidence only “proves” that the evidence must have somehow been covered up or destroyed!
Which, in turn, “proves” that this Dean/Kennedy/Soros/Illuminati/Masonic/Lord Kinbote/Red-Headed-League conspiracy runs even deeper than we feared!
"Bill Ayers" went from being a casual acquaintance to a mad bomber with whom Obama plotted in basements.
Obama was an "abuser".
The "fix was in!"
The DNC was mere stalking horse for the Dean/Kennedy/Soros/Illuminati/Masonic/Lord Kinbote/ Red-Headed-League cabal that secretly ran all media and strong-armed good people into voting for this devil against their will!
Obama was a Sekrit Fanatic; a smooth talker who will mesmerize America until he gets into office and then will destroy the country "just like Hitler did!"
"Democrat" Taylor Marsh merrily elbowed her way into the national discussion by sowing this whirlwind.
Ah, but then the wind shifted. And when it did it turned out that Taylor Marsh was down with snagging a paid media gig waaaaay more than she was down with The Cause.
Having spent months and months and months amping up her traffic by feeding The Horde (and reminding everyone who would listen that she would make a supergreatterrific host on, say, Progressive Radio) she suddenly had no fucking clue where all of these scary goofs had come from, or why they weren’t all aboard the Unity Pony Express?
Locally, we had people like Delmarie Cobb, who is a political consultant and Clinton Supporter. I have cruelly tarted up for entertainment purposes the questions that were asked of her, and pared down her remarks to a series of snips (or dramatized them, teevee movie-style), but it’s a pretty fair take on the tone interview, and the entire interview is available here, on a Chicago Public Radio program called “848”.
Q: …to someone outside this process this sound effing nuts. Hairsplitting with a cyclotron. Reading gender or racial coding into every fart and sigh, when this is really just about two side that just got done with a long, hard, knife fight.
A: ...Ted Kennedy...
...she got 18 million votes and you got 17 million...
...he is going to need those "Clinton Democrats"...
...many people believe that the best way to punish the DNC for "being in the tank with Obama" is to not give them money...
...its how the process was done. ...not speaking out on Florida and Michigan...
...superdelegates were supposed to wait...
…It was OBVIOUS they were in the tank. Howard Dean needed to speak up and he never did…
…But the "media" and many Obama supporters continue to disrespect Senator Clinton in many way and until "those things" are resolved, her supporters are not gonna go his way.
Q: But if you listen to Obama's public speeches, public statements by his surrogates, they are full of effusive praise for Senator Clinton. The recite her entire resume. They talk about her campaign being full of Teh Awesome. It looks to
a not-driven-berserk-with-rage personan outsider perhaps like he's courting her supporters. Why is it you feel disrespected?
A (rough translation): Well just yesterday when that evil, terrorist-loving monster was asked why he hadn't surged in the polls, he said it was because of the long primaries. And everyone knows that this is Sekrit Code for "because that Hillary didn't drop out and go back to the kitchen! And if I lose its her fault!"
Q: So you hear
strange voices in your headsomething very different than, say, and a-political person might hear.
A: TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly, I can tell you the whole story.
Oh, wait. Never mind.
That's the opening paragraph from the Tell-Tale Heart.
Suffice to say, like a whole lot of Confederates after the Civil War…or hundreds of thousands of Germans after WWI…or millions of Americans after Vietnam, it was completely inconceivable that they could have just lost.
It was such a primal affront to their sense of destiny and identity that a comforting, redemptive lie had to be manufactured.
They had to have been...betrayed somehow.
They needed to be the innocent victims of evil plots. And there needed to be a villain skulking in the shadows wanton and terrible enough to elevate their loss to the level of noble martyrdom. Like the Savior, the South or the Fatherland, they would one day rise again and take back what was rightfully theirs.
Meanwhile, comforting lie in-hand, they were free to finger their grievances -- real or imaginary, slight or large -- like a rosary. Free to filter Friend from Foe through the scrim of their comforting new delusion.
What truly disturbs me about these people is not their passion. Not their policy positions. Not whatever “Pay attention to me!” pageant they want to stage in Denver.
Not even that they have reduced themselves to the level of tantrum-throwing parody who would rather burn the whole toy chest to the ground rather that let that uppity man from Chicago
play with Hillary’s Dream House.
Fine. Whatever. We’ve all been dumped or divorced or fired or widowed or betrayed or left at the altar or left for another. We all know how it feels. And we’re all sinners here; all flawed little monkeys who have, at one time or another, nursed the rage teat down to its bitterest lees.
No, what truly disturbs me is how blithely they are willing to cast aside one of the most fundamental tenets of women's rights: That “No” fucking well means “No”!
That they willing to infantilize and ultimately ignore Senator Clinton because it inconveniences them to treat her as a competent adult who actually means what she says.
That they are willing rob her of her humanity -- to bludgeon her into a talismanic object -- in order to nullify her right to say "No".
Exactly 60 years ago, another pack of PUMAs -- this time a large group of very cranky white men -- bolted from the Democratic Party because they were furious with where it was going and how they were being treated.
They were called “Dixiecrats” and in their platform they proudly “oppose[d] and condemn[ed] the action of the Democratic Convention in sponsoring a civil rights program calling for the elimination of segregation, social equality by Federal fiat, regulations of private employment practices, voting, and local law enforcement.”
At the time, Democratic Party leaders were terrified that the loss of the Dixiecrats would cost them the Presidency in 1948.
Turns out it didn’t.
In the end, the Dixiecrats became Republicans, and, in the process, destroyed the Party of Lincoln, hollowed out its corpse, and turned it into the Party of Jefferson Davis. And despite its deep and infuriating flaws, the Democratic Party is a better, finer, more humane organization by several orders of magnitude for having rid itself of those thugs and klansmen.
And whether there are a million of them, or 250...
Fri Aug 15, 2008 at 09:31:04 AM PDT
Oh man, those PUMA jokers are hilarious! Their lofty and self-aggrandizing proclamations do nothing but set them up for one bomb after another.
Remember when they talked big about their planned RBC protest, and this many showed up? That didn't deter them! They decided to have a conference, and oh and it was going to be the bestest, most exclusive and lavish conference ever! Brooklyn blogger Kevin K at rumproast has the side-splitting story, which begins with the usual bombastic rhetoric.
The 2008 PUMA Conference Committee is ready to ROAR with these incredible conference deals! For the amazing price of $250, you will receive the following:
Lodging at a FIVE STAR hotel – the Marriott Wardman Park Hotel in Washington, D.C. for THREE nights (Thursday, Friday and Saturday)
Breakfast on Saturday and Sunday.
Lunch on Saturday.
AND it also includes the price of the conference itself.
Mind boggling, crazy good isn’t it?
WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE YOU REGISTER:
After the first 250 people register at the $250 price, IT IS GONE. As we are under tight time constraints with the hotel for numbers and commitment at this time, once you register there will be NO refunds. (Please reread that sentence before you register.)
If we do not have 250 registrants, we will be refunding monies MINUS the PayPal Fee (approximately $7.50).
so too will we be a better Party once this generation of PUMAs are gone for good.
Because in their fevered insistence that, however much Senator Clinton may object and protest, they know she secretly appreciates what they are doing -- that they, not she, knows what is best for her -- it has become impossible to hear any difference between the creepy, ego-maniacal rationalizations of a PUMA and the creepy, ego-maniacal rationalizations of a stalker.