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Saturday, November 23, 2024

A Modest Proposal: Abolish Gay Marriage Immediately. *


* [Prologue:  If you have never read Jonathan Swift's excellent 1729 satire "A Modest Proposal" please understand that this missive of mine is delivered in that spirit. Onward.]

Sure, abolishing gay marriage may sound "controversial:, but hear me out.

The one thing the Centrist Big Brains and Never Trumpers with media platforms all seem to agree on is that Democrats lost because something something "culture".  They're all very careful never to explain  exactly what "culture" means, but they are all very clear that Democrats must dump the words and the people and who make "Americans" feel icky.

Example.

This is Bill Galston, nearly 80, completely out of touch reality and very hard to listen to since literally every third word out of his mouth is "y'know" on the Never Trump Beg to Differ podcast:

...the [Democratic] party is going to have to go through a hard process of dumping overboard the ballast that threatened to sink the ship.

This is Sam Harris, smug contrarian asshole who has been driven right 'round the bend by trans stuff, on the Never Trump Bulwark podcast.

The Democratic party is a... is a this very rigged, uh, Rube Goldberg device of death.  Which is just, y'know, rigged to destroy, to... to cancel the reputation of anyone who touches the wrong gear or lever.  And, uh, we have to... we have to tear it down to the studs. I mean it's just like this... is there... Actually has to be a purge of the activist class in Democratic politics. Otherwise, y'know, this... no one we put forward will be electable.

All lines on the pundit electoral map converge here:  Democrats have to go all-in on peeling off some of the cow-dumb mouthbreathers who make up the margins in these very close elections. The goofs who have no idea how anything works, what anyone stands for, who pay zero attention to the news and who broke late for Trump this year by a wide margin.  

You know, the clueless mopes Jay Leno used to interview during his "Jaywalking" bit. 

The cast of Idiocracy.   

The Kallikaks.  

America's ambulatory, unprocessed Soylent Green.

We who remember All in The Family need to stop mentally shaking our heads ruefully at the millions of Archie Bunkers who now control this country, and instead bend every oar in the service of convincing at least some of those racist dum-dums to vote Democratic.  

Because, for you Robocop fans out there, the Great Wad (as my friend, the late Harlan Ellison used to call them) does not admire the bespectacled kid working a night shift at a filling station while studying plane geometry:     

They Great Wad hates that guy.  Instead, they admire the asshole on the motorcycle who mocks the idea of being a "college boy" and takes what he wants by force.  

Those are the ones we need to somehow bamboozle into the Big Tent.  And believe me, I understand how uncomfortable this might make some of you. In fact, way back five minutes ago I wrote a lot about madness of credulous Liberals, who had been right all along, to allow themselves to be shoved into a corner (again) and control over the public conversation about what the hell had happened to the GOP ceded to the likes of recently-former Republicans like Rick Wilson and Charlie Sykes and Matthew Dowd and Joe Scarborough.  

Ceded without the slightest hint of genuine confession or repentance or atonement.  Ceded without any acknowledgment that we Liberals even existed, except as wild-eyed straw men impeding the fortunes of this new "Pro-Democracy Alliance" the Never Trumpers were somehow now in charge of.  As this tiny handful of recently-former Republicans began to completely colonize the print and teevee media, I was told, repeatedly and in no uncertain terms, to sit down and shut up.

For God's Sake, driftglass, don't you realize that the Fate of American Democracy was at stake! 

[Fun Fact: Turns out that handing whatever was left of the "Liberal" media over to a bunch of recently-former Republicans accomplished nothing.  And yet there they still are.  Still useless, still wrong, and still telling us what to do.] 

So believe me when I tell you that I well understand your revulsion at the idea of pandering to meatheads for votes, but for God's Sake, don't you realize that the Fate of American Democracy is at stake! 

And keep in mind that the attitudes of the bigots and imbeciles are set in concrete, so you can forget about changing them or persuading them with "facts".  They're completely immune to that.  Instead, just like Republicans, we need to focus on a few their odious prejudices and deranged conspiracy theories and pretend like hell that, A) we agree with them, B) they are very smart for believing what they believe, and C) we promise to make whatever they're mad at go away.

Also keep in mind, they have the memory of a mayfly, so it doesn't matter if we actually deliver on those promises.  This is a great big hammer that foolish Democrats keep leaving in the tool box.  In the New Politics, it only matters that the meatbags think you delivered on your promises.  Donald Trump built a couple of shitty miles of his stupid wall, Mexico laughed at the thought that they were going to pay for any of it, and yet the meatbags think it was a huge success.

After all, if God hadn't wanted them to be greased, fleeced and decreased, She would not have made them chumps.  Seen that way, not scamming them may even be sacrilegious.  

We'd be doing it to Save American Democracy.  And is there a nobler cause to be found in this broken old world?

But we have a lot of catching up to do, since Republicans have already picked the Hate shelves nearly clean, which is no surprise since they've been at it for so long that Hate has become the sole binding force that keeps their volatile coalition of bigots, imbeciles, gun nuts, xenophobes, homophobes, misogynists, christopaths and grifters together.  

Consider that, with Barack Obama, Democrats offered the Right a compassionate, polymath, scandal-free constitutional law professor.  A family man with family values.  With a strong, beautiful wife and amazing kids.  A man who wanted to roll up his sleeves and help America get back on it's feet.  And who obsessively tacked to the ever-shifting Fake Center in hopes of finding partners in fixing America's real problems on the other side.

What the hell were we thinking!?  And a woman of color?  That's twice as bad!

This is not what Republicans want in a black person.  They do not want someone they have to look up to.  Who is in charge of things.  Or funny.  Or smart.  Or competent.  Or articulate.  No, no, no.  Republican want a black man who knows his fucking place.  Republicans don't want black folks gone; they want them servile and deferential.  Bowing low to white power like they did back in the good old days.  

And that's what they got in men like Michael Steele who happily groveled for Rush Limbaugh's approval because Mikey Mike knew his fucking place.  Like grinnin', clappin' Tim Scott who went so far as to marry his "Canadian girlfriend" for a shot at the highest office in the land, running in a party that never had any intention of giving it to him. And now they have Byron Donalds right out front, smiling and lying and happily eating all of Donald Trump's shit and asking for seconds, and  getting absolutely nothing in return.

No way we can match that.  

Republicans have also already stripped women of their basic civil rights, and most of the white ladies didn't care.  Didn't care that Trump was a rapist.  Didn't care that he was besties with Jeffrey Epstein.  Instead, what they know for damn sure and certain is that Obummer was a Kenyan mooslim, Hillary drinks baby's blood and had Vince Foster murdered, and Kalama Harris is tranny loving commie furriner just like her father!

So we can't compete with them for the incels, the bro-vote, or the self-loathing women.  And unless we run Tony Montana next time --

-- the male Latino voters who bailed this time -- because a woman's place is either decorative arm-candy or in the kitchen making dinner and in the bedroom making babies -- are unlikely to return. 

This election proved we can't compete with Republicans in demonizing Haitians or Puerto Ricans either.  

Republicans in Michigan and Pennsylvania showed they could run anti-semitic ads in one state, and anti-Muslim ads in another, and cash in on both, so they pretty much own hating both of those groups.

And no matter how frantically our Never Trumper and Centrist "allies" insist that it's not too late to get in on that slagging transexuals action, Republicans -- led by Failed Botox-and-taxidermy experiment, Nancy Mace -- own that now too.  

So who is left out there in the land of the free for us to target?  Some group that the bigots and imbeciles already hate enough for at least some of them to consider hooking up with the Dems next time?  The Irish?  Italians?  Canadians

Nope.  Sorry, but none of those get the blood boiling enough or fire enough berserk lightening into the amygdala to get the meatheads off their asses and to the polls for Democrats.

C'mon people, the answer is right there in front of us.  Who do the meatheads both hate and about whom (and this is the important part) do they feel they're being cruelly oppressed by the Woke Mob and prevented from blabbing their hatred in public?

It's the Gays, stupid.  

You think these assholes have evolved on that subject in the 20 years since Matthew Dowd and Karl Rove used it to help get Dubya re-elected in 2004?  Are you high?  Once again, wake the fuck up: these mopes still haven't gotten over Appomattox Court House, April 9, 1865.

The New York Times, February 24, 2004

Bush Backs Ban in Constitution on Gay Marriage

 President Bush said today he supported a constitutional amendment banning gay marriage, declaring that such a measure was the only way to protect the status of marriage between man and woman, which he called "the most fundamental institution of civilization."

In an announcement fraught with social, legal and political implications, Mr. Bush urged Congress to act on the amendment quickly and send it on to the state legislatures. Quick action is essential, he said, to bring clarity to the law and protect husband-and-wife marriages from a few "activist judges."

"The voice of the people must be heard," Mr. Bush said in a brief White House speech that Senator John F. Kerry of Massachusetts, the front-runner for the Democratic presidential nomination, called an attempt to find "a wedge issue to divide the American people."...

Of course it was "a wedge issue to divide the American people."  In the New Politics, there are nothing but wedge issues, because the meatheads we need to win elections do not give one tiny shit about anything else.  

I tell you, out here in the Real World where I live, the meatheads are dying to go back being able to openly mock the "queers" and "fairies" and the "dykes".  Go back to telling "fag" jokes in  public without fear o censure or side-eyes from their fellow church goers, which is why Democrats must go after the Sodomites with as much zeal as we speak about climate change.  

And it'll be so easy.  Targeting gay school teachers.  Railing against Hollywood's Gay Agenda  ruining America.  And you know it's The Gays who are driving housing prices out of reach of real Americans.  And for gosh sakes, my kids can even enjoy watching Saw III without seeing commercials for gay couples doing laundry and pickout out furniture!  What about a spirited campaign to have Anita Bryant, Robert Mugabe and Phyllis Schlafly put on American postage stamps?  All the old triggers and stereotypes are still there, lurking just below the surface of oppressive Woke-enforced civility, and for once maybe we can beat the GOP at their own game.

And the first step is the abolition of gay marriage.  And we need to go all-in on this.  Some of us can get away with merely writing pseudo-scholarly contrarian articles in respected journals ala degenerate gambler Bill Bennett and high-class bigot William Buckley explaining how The Gays sap the moral strength of the nation.  This will not be a problem:  if the Times will publish Tom Cotton, they'll publish any filth as long as it draws flies.

Others will need to take a lower road: maybe going full Westboro Baptist Church -- waving the Bible and screaming about Leviticus -- if that's what it takes.  But we all need to get behind this thing and push.  

Or don't you care about Saving American Democracy?

Maybe we can even lure some of the  Log Cabin Republicans into our Big Tent -- they certainly seem self-loathing enough to go for it.

Now I am not blind to the hardship this will impose on The Gays (Note to self I: commission a focus group the find out if beating up on blind people would win us any votes in Pennsylvania.  Or hating handicapped people generally.  Note to self II: Especially people with mental disabilities -- the meatheads are nearly as thirsty to reintroduce "retard" into the MAGA out-'n-proud lexicon as they are "fag".) nor am I unsympathetic, but sacrifices must be made.  Remember, people, to impress the meatheads and get enough of 'em on our side to swing elections, purges must be done.  Ballast must be jettisoned.  

I understand that coming out loudly against gay marriage may disorient some people.  I, for one, will be saddened to see the marriages of prominent gays and lesbians like Pete Buttigieg, Tim Miller and Sara Longwell legally annulled and their children taken away, but what choice do we have?  

Personally, I enjoyed seeing Mayor Pete on Fox running rings around the hosts, and I'm sure that Miller and Longwell meant well when they insisted that the path to victory was for Dems to climb into bed with Liz Cheney, but let's look at the cold, hard facts.

Sending Mayor Pete to Fox News accomplished exactly nothing except impressing some liberals who were going to vote Democratic anyway.  And let's face it, the Never Trump "movement" has also accomplished exactly nothing except salvaging the careers and bank accounts of a handful of elite misfits who were run out of their own party gby the monster they created.

It's all very sad, but sacrifices to the bigotry of the meatheads must be made.  Tribute to the paranoia of the meatheads must be paid.  After all, in this Kobayashi Maru moment, the Salvation of American Democracy hangs in the balance.  And how selfish and self-destructive it would be to value the civil rights of the few over the Salvation of American Democracy for the many.

Look, we probably won't actually have to do most of this.  Remember the thing about the MAGA memory being Etch-a-Sketch sketchy.  We'll just need to promise to do it, then publicly emmiserate the families of a few prominent gays, then declare victory over the Gay Agenda.  Republican voter are  morons.  They'll forget.

And if it should come to pass, after years of winning elections and successfully fundraising off of this stuff, that we must actually deliver on it, well, this Supreme Court is clearly ready and willing to ignore stare decisis, eradicate decades of precedent and strip away the civil rights of certain groups of American citizens.  And if that's not enough. that same Supreme Court has granted the office of the president godlike powers and immunity from everything, so we'd have that in our back pocket too.

As I said, this would all be very sad, but surely a small price to pay to Save American Democracy.

Update:  For the record, the graphic at the top of this post is not a parody.  It's an actual relic from a Conservative ad from 2005.

The ad was produced by USA Next, a conservative group that supports creating personal accounts within Social Security and has aggressively criticized the AARP, which disagrees about the Social Security reform.

More here:

In February 2005, USA Next hired the advertising agency behind the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth campaign that attacked 2004 presidential candidate John F. Kerry. The group gained instant notoriety late in that month when they placed an advertisement on several conservative web sites and blogs. This advertisement depicted a large red 'x' over a picture of a soldier and a large green check mark over a picture of a just-married homosexual couple.

 

No Half Measures




Wednesday, January 18, 2023

Brick by Brick, the Walling off of the Before Time Continues Apace


Among the recently former Republicans  who have now colonized the mainstream media there is [if they are cornered] a willingness to grudgingly and elliptically admit that monsters like Newt Gingrich and Rush Limbaugh actually existed played a role in shaping the trajectory of their recently former party.

However, if there is no one present with receipts to push them -- especially when they're jerking each other off in their own, Never Trumper safe spaces -- the actual history of their party suddenly vanishes and all the sins and crimes of the GOP suddenly and spontaneously appear...

Well, let's let them tell it.

This is an exchange between MSNBC contributor, Bulwark founder and 30-year Hate Radio veteran, Charlie Sykes and obscure Conservative fundamentalist National Review crank turned New York Times op-ed columnist David French.

The subject is George Santos

Sykes:  Yesterday I described George Santos as, like, peeling this onion of lies and deceit and sleaze and it just gets worse and worse and worse.  And now I think it's becoming obvious there's more to this story.  We don't know what this story is.  I mean, the sleazy Ponzi schemes, the Russian money.  But you step back from it and realize that he really is a creature and a personification of our politics.  

driftglass:  "Our" politics?  Really?  

Sykes:  And not just the vulnerability of our democracy to someone like him but, y'know, for for people who are looking at him and saying "How did we end up with someone like George Santos in congress?", y'know, nobody could have seen this coming could they David [French]? Nobody could have possibly seen George Santos coming.

French: George Santos was an inevitability.  I think that's the better way to think about it.  It was inevitable that we would end up with someone like George Santos.  And the reason it was inevitable is because, the Republican party made an intentional, conscious choice to abandon any concept of character in its political leaders.  Just toss it overboard.  Not just just toss it overboard, but to mock and vilify people who retained any kind of desire for character in leadership.  So...and this is a product of...

driftglass:  The product of ... Nixon's Southern Strategy?  Agnew and Buchanan?  Reagan pandering to racists and conservative Evangelicals to win in 1980?  Jerry Falwell and the Moral Majority being invited to the GOP's adult table?  

The product of ... the rise of Hate Radio and wall-to-wall Limbaugh and Limbaugh-imitators becoming the voice of the GOP?  The rise of serial adulterer and con man to Newt Gingrich and his slash-and-burn GOP politics?  Tom DeLay? "B-1" Bob Dornan?  

The product of ... Lee Atwater taking over as RNC chair?  Fox News and all the horrors it spawned from O'Reilly to Hannity to Carlson?  Karl Rove and eight years of Bush/Cheney lies, torture, calamity and disaster?  The constant ratchetting of the GOP further and further to the Right to accommodate its increasingly deranged base?  

The product of ... the creation of the Tea Party monster and eight years of Republican no-holds-barred racism, obstruction and sabotage?  Tell us, David French (now of The New York Times), when exactly did your recently former party go bull goose loony?

French: ...and this is a product of the Trump years... And so to attain political prominence in the GOP since Trump came down the escalator in 2015...

Are we done?

Not quite!

Sykes:  Yeah, I wanna underline that point.  It's not just that Conservatives and Republicans made a pivot back in 2015/2016 after a decades of saying that character matters to say, no, winning is all that matters...

French:  This is the story of the last seven years ... To say that has been a reality on the Right is not to then say that the Left has it all together. [Hahah!]  Of course not!

See, this shit is why we needed to...


Burn The Lifeboats





Wednesday, October 19, 2022

'Tis The Season

  

17 years ago, during the darkest depths of the Bush administration, I penned this riff on Edgar Allan Poe's most famous poem to try to capture what the world felt like at that specific moment in history. 

The "iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart".

And seeing how Halloween season is again hard upon us, and keeping with the No Fair Remembering Stuff leitmotif of this ancient blog,  it seemed like an opportune time to run down to the catacombs for a quick nip of Amontillado and haul it out of storage.  So once again I present...


Quoth the Hammer 
 
Nevermore.

With all respect to Edgar Poe, who's work I love and admire without reserve...

Once upon a bender bleary, while I pondered, weak and beery,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, 

With my nod on, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
(Actually more like a serious bitch-slapping), 
 
...smacking at my chamber door.
”WTF," I mumbled, "I’m on vacation! Ask Dick; he runs the nation.
Get off my ass and let Karl do it," I loud and soddenly swore.

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak September,
And every fucktard, camp-following member had been given his sinecure.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
Chinese cash or some “Aw Shucks” Charisma from the the lost Gipp-er,.
For the Smilin’, Beguilin’ Monster who could sell our Republican Manure,
Dead and gone forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each voting booth curtain
Thrilled me---filled me electoral delirium tremens throughout all of 2004;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood bleating,
" 'Tis some Pioneer Contributor, or Halliburtoning Corporate whore
Or another dimwit frat rat trollop sporting a Santorum coiffure 
 
...This it is, and nothing more."

The Stoli shooters grew stronger; and hesitating no longer,
"Dicky?" said I, "Condi? Or is that Turdblossom? I recognize the spoor...
But the fact is, I was drinkin’, getting good and stinkin’
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, snarling, sneering
Jerking off to Armageddon dreams no one ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken –- no Condi or other token --
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "2004?",
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word," 2004!"
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into my bottle turning, all the Jim Beam I’d guzzled burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is Rumsfled with a briefing.
That will disassemble that bitch Sheehan’s beefing.
Let my heart stop Cheneying a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis just old crazy Rummy, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a hiss and splutter,
In there stepped a mangy Hammer, of the Mandate days of yore.
Not an ounce of sense made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with Death Skull grimace, perched above my chamber door.
Shat upon a bust of Nixon, just above my chamber door,
Shat, and sat, and nothing more.

This Sugarland turd was so badly freaking, into my pants I went leaking,
Shocked by the deranged and murderousness of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy Majorityhood be shorn and shave," I said, "you are still craven,
Ghastly, grim, and wretched Hammer, rampaging like a rabid boar.
What the fuck do I do now that my assassin's been shown the door?"
Quoth the Hammer, "Nevermore."

Much I marveled as this insanely ranting Dale Gribble spoke so plainly,
Though it’s answer little meaning, little veracity bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Would not projectile hurl upon seeing this two-legged offal above his chamber door,
A Christopathic beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
That can’t say shit but "Nevermore."

But the Hammer, a skulking minor demon, spoke only of his venom
Hissing that one word, as if his soul were stabbed with skewers.
Nothing further then he uttered; his heart was tightly shuttered;
Til I scarcely more than muttered, "How can I enjoy this Dewars?
Who shall ram my mandate now, through Congress' sewers?"
To which DeLay said, "Nevermore."

Like the thousand promises I’d broken, his word was oily spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store."
Bred from drooling Texas losers, friend of low-wattage crooks and boozers
Partied fast and kneecapped faster, till his lies one burden bore ---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."

But the Hammer still berserking looked into my dank soul smirking,
So Karl broke it down for me in little words of two syllables, no more.
”Your polls are a’sinking, on ice your lies are stinking
Iraq and Katrina the public are finally a’linking, and now comes this loony Texas hoor -
This grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous Sugarland hoor
So guess what he means by "Nevermore"?”

And the media scrum grew denser, now fueled by a Grand Jury’s censure
Wrought by a righteous prosecutor who ain’t taking this shit no more.
"Wretch," I cried, "now it’s all for nothing. For nothing I cheated Albert Gore.
So get me three fingers of two-cents-plain that I may forget by apotheotic 2004!
Drink and drink and puke and drink and forget my apotheotic 2004!
Quoth the Hammer, "Nevermore!"

"You For-Profit, agenda-killing jag off" said I, "Faith-based pimp of Abramoff!
By that Dobson that bends us over -- by that God we both abhor--
Is there in the cushions where we shine our asses, even one dime of my political assets?
A whiff of my miracle Mandate year, which Pope Gregor named 2004 ---
My moment on the Mountain, COBOL programmers call Y2K-plus-four?
Quoth the Hammer, "Nevermore."

"Shut up you fucking loser!" I shrieked, upstarting --
"Go back to offing roaches you salad tossing, Albatrossing spore!
Leave no poo stripe as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my binginess unbroken! Leave me a political Debtor!
Take thy dick from out my mouth, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Hammer, "Nevermore."

But the Hammer, never quitting, still is sitting, still is shitting
Down the throat of my Dead Mandate, my ghost of 2004;
And his eyes still have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; 
And my Mandate from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!



Pay The Writer




Friday, November 03, 2017

David Brooks Talks To America's Kids About Sexytime


Because who better?

From American's Most Ubiquitous Conservative Public Intellectual today:
The world seems full of sexual predators these days. But I don’t think good men wake up one morning and suddenly start thrusting their tongue down the throats of women they barely know. You’ve got to walk through a certain number of doors before you’re capable of that kind of behavior...

We’ll call this the room of love...

In this regime, sex is special...

So a lot of men cross the threshold and enter another room, the room of the prospector...

In this room sex is a gold nugget, a pleasure, like any other pleasure, except maybe it’s better and the desire for it is stronger...
Then the obligatory glob of Both Siderist lube, without which Mr. Brooks would not be able to finish this exercise in autoidiotic asphyxiation:
In the political world, for example, partisans of left and right rationalize their support for Bill Clinton or Donald Trump...
Then, this creepy exercise hits its 800 word limits and draws to a merciful close:
Finally, one core problem is the collapse of the first room, the room of love...
Shorter David Brooks:  Casual sex (translation: The 1960s and the Dirty Hippies) puts you a hop-skip-and-jump away from sexual predation.

Aaaaaand we're done.

Next up:  Can I manage a Silkwood shower while at the same time drinking everything that's left in the liquor cabinet.


Behold, a Tip Jar!

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Bittersweet



I highly approve of Al Franken's new pitch. Minnesota's Hennepin College has run a terrific manufacturing training program for many years: so successful that, before the Great Recession, they used to have job fairs where the roles were reversed, and employers would line up to compete for the favors of graduating students.

I used to be very involved in this sort of enterprise. Then came the Great Recession, and cutbacks, and not for the first time did I discover too late that when thinks get tight, it does not matter how competent or brilliant or hardworking or ingenious or innovative I am. I was out on my ass, with my job held open to provide a soft landing place for someone with clout. My complex, big-budget and highly-visible projects were handed over to some of my less competent former coworkers who could not figure out how to make the little wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round. They called me, in states of increasing panic, asking me what they should do as various components started to fly apart.

Because I was personally invested in these projects -- because I thought they could demonstrate how the wise and properly managed investment of public monies could be of tremendous public benefit -- I took the first five or six calls and gave them my best advice (I also asked what the Hell they done with all the meticulous project notes I had left behind so that future project managers could cope with precisely these situations. I was told, uh, um, er, we...kinda...lost them.)

Because I am not a chump, and because still had dreams of not going broke losing my condo, I put forth the radical idea that they would hire me as a consultant to save them from disaster. They knew I could do it. They knew that probably no one else but me could do it, and for much less than what they were already pissing away on a brace of useless consultants who were being kept around to stroke the boss's ego. Millions of dollars and the organization's reputation was on the line. But bringing me back just to fix what no one else could fix would have meant rubbing the boss's nose in his own incompetence, and so bringing me back became a bridge too far.

And so I got to watch "my" projects crash and burn. The taxpayer lost millions of dollars. People who make a living selling the idea that the public sector can't do shit got another arrow in their quiver.  The concept we were trying to prove got a crippling punch to the throat.  And six years later my career has not risen from the dead.  

So I highly approve of Senator Franken's initiative.

But it is bittersweet.

Monday, December 09, 2013

Because Both Sides, Part #197,833


From Salon:
Our outrageous media created the Tea Party
How "melodrama, misrepresentative exaggeration and mockery" became the dominant tone on cable and talk radio
JEFFREY M. BERRY AND SARAH SOBIERAJ 
...
Given the magnitude of the response to Limbaugh’s remarks, an unfamiliar outsider might assume his behavior to be highly out of the ordinary. In fact, what is perplexing is that the attacks on Fluke struck so many as shocking. This is, after all, the same Rush Limbaugh who coined the term “feminazi,” called Hillary Clinton a bitch, Chelsea Clinton a dog, and Nancy Pelosi a “ditz”—he who had also suggested that Anita Hill had probably had “plenty of spankings.” This is the same Limbaugh who regularly refers to the National Organization for Women as “NAGS,” and more recently responded to the multiple allegations of sexual harassment against Herman Cain by suggesting: “You women, why don’t you just make it official, put on some burqas, and I’ll guaran-damn-tee you, nobody’ll touch you. You put on a burqa, and everybody’ll leave you alone.”

Rush Limbaugh’s remarks were outrageous, but such behavior is de rigueur in a political media genre where being offensive (and reliably indignant when offended) is the foundation of most content. Popular conservative radio host Michael Savage has no qualms yelling “take your religion and shove it up your behind” at Muslims on his national broadcast. And liberal radio host Mike Malloy seemed to take great enjoyment in making a mock phone call to Satan to check on conservative blogger and commentator Andrew Breibart, shortly after he passed away. In one of his many ludicrous statements, conservative Glenn Beck told viewers on Fox’s morning show that FEMA could very well be building concentration camps for those opposed to the policies of the Obama administration.
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Although outrage has some commonality with its conceptual sibling, “incivility,” the terms are not interchangeable. Diana Mutz and Byron Reeves use incivility to denote “gratuitous asides that [suggest] a lack of respect and/or frustration with the opposition.” In a sense, outrage is incivility writ large. It is by definition uncivil but not all incivility is outrage. Rude behavior such as eye-rolling, sighing, and the like are not outrageous because they do not incorporate the elements of malfeasant inaccuracy and intent to diminish that characterize outrage.

In addition to its unique discursive style, the genre also has other recognizable attributes. First, it is generally personality centered, with a given program, column, or blog defined by a dominant charismatic voice. We can think of liberal columnist Maureen Dowd, conservative television host Bill O’Reilly, conservative blogger Michelle Malkin, or liberal radio and television host Ed Schultz as examples of these distinctive personalities. While many of these programs and blogs include other voices such as those of guests, callers, and commenters, these voices take a backseat to the host, whose charm, emotional sensibilities, and worldview define the content. Unlike a conventional news program, in which the news itself is central and anchors are often replaced, there would be no Rachel Maddow Show without Rachel Maddow.
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For those seeking to understand the genre, recognizing the various writers and speakers as part of a densely connected web is vital, as outrage is marked by internal intertextuality, with personalities from outrage venues constantly referring to one another. This is true for those on the same side of the ideological rift, but it is also difficult to imagine progressive and conservative outrage media being separated, as each plays an instrumental role in creating fodder for the other. Think back to Rush Limbaugh and Sandra Fluke, and consider the ways in which Limbaugh himself became the subject of liberal blogs such as Daily Kos and liberal television programs such as the Ed Schultz Show. The feedback loop continued to cycle as Limbaugh, in turn, criticized progressive outlets for exaggerating the controversy and using it for political ends.
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I love the smell of internal intertextuality in the morning.  It smells like...grad students jerking off and calling it scholarship.

Honestly, they don't even try anymore.

They don't even think about it anymore.

Now, it's just part of the Modern American Jounalism style book, right up there with when to abbreviate the names of units of government and when to spell them out.

And it is absolutely destroying our capacity for self-governance.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Sponsored Content: The Early Years


From Kevin Drum @ Mother Jones:
BuzzFeed and the Future of Advertising

...I'll bet 90 percent of [BuzzFeed's] readers never even notice their bylines.

And I'm pretty certain the folks at BuzzFeed know this perfectly well. They do everything they can to make advertising look staff-written, including in tone, style, and format, but leave themselves an out by putting corporate bylines on the ads and pretending that everyone will notice them. Hey, it says Sony Entertainment Network at the top! What more do you want?

I imagine this is a glimpse of our future. You have been warned.
The future?



Saturday, September 01, 2012

A Listener Writes About My Potty Mouth


One of the listeners to "The Professional Left" has written us with some feedback.

Since he gave us permission to use his email complete and unexpurgated, here it is:

Subject: Feedback from a real liberal.

Hello - I looked up and listened completely to the two most recent episodes you have posted. I agreed completely with your politics however I will NOT be listening to you any more because the male podcaster cannot and will not stop cussing and using F-bombs. You may do that all you like but let me therefore tell you not just something but several things as a podcaster myself and a former reporter on television.

1. HOW DARE you call yourself a professional. You aren't. Professional podcasters don't do this. Ever. Period.

2. The reason they don't do this is it shows ACTIVE DISRESPECT for ANYONE listening. Didn't your MOTHER teach you not to swear in public? Whether she or your dad did or not, I'm sure teachers did along the way and this just shows what a loser you are out of the gate. Also did it not occur to you that liberals might have kids nearby? So you want to teach their kids cuss words? You are putting out a PUBLIC product...kids listen.

3. It distracts from your message and does it a disservice. You might think your GUTTER MOUTH gives you a common touch, but no, not really. It just makes people wish they were there to punch you.

4. It also makes me infuriated that you are putting yourself out there as an example of how liberals are or should be. I would correctly be humiliated if listening to your show with a conservative objecting to you as a low grade degenerate and I'd have to agree.

5. If you aren't going to change the name of your show to the guttermouth left, at least be PROFESSIONAL podcasters and bleep him or edit his f bombs out and AGAIN, RESPECT your listeners. I am certain you have lost MANY other listeners because of this and will continue to and you should be ashamed of putting this otherwise good message in an unfit filthy package on the internet.

6. There is NO WAY IN HELL you deserve any money for this obscene, low grade production, so STOP ASKING.

And yes by all means read my FULL UNEDITED email in context on your show you foul mouth piece of crap I'd love to hear you defend that behavior and discredit yourself EVEN MORE than you already have. 
Quite Sincerely,
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First, for those not familiar with how The Internet works, here is link to an explanation of the "Not Safe For Work" warning with which we begin every episode of "The Professional Left":
Typically, the NSFW tag is used in e-mail, videos, and on interactive discussion areas (such as Internet forums, blogs, or community websites) to mark URLs or hyperlinks which contain material such as pornography or profanity, which the viewer may not want to be seen accessing in a public or formal setting such as at work.
Second, when choosing to enjoy recorded or transmitted words or music which they also may not wish to share with those around them, many humans use "headphones". Here is a link to a search engine called "Google" which may help you to find some reasonably priced "headphones" which can either be purchased in your local area or which can be ordered through the mail.

Third, here is a link to Blue Gal's excellent post from 2008 explaining the uses and abuses of that "F-bomb":    "What we talk about what we talk about Fuck'."


Fourth, here is a snip from my own efforts back in 2007:

Cussin’: Turns out it’s like Water for Mutha@&$!#ing Chocolate! 

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This is about ownership and responsibility.


Because you, personally, own the entire English language. 

Every motherfucking word of it.

And so do I. So do we all. And every day we raze it, build it, break it and birth it, because it is a living thing.

It is our inalienable birthright, and will be our most versatile legacy to little fuckers not yet born, but as with driving the Big Rigs, or operating a band saw with your toes, the tool itself demands a certain level of responsibility and respect.

When used correctly, language not only feels like a mouthful of velvet rubies and chocolate mousse, it can reformat the world, heal a scalded heart, and get her to shed those pesky pants!

Used incompetently it is an embarrassment. A rusting dumpster in a reeking alley behind which the ignorant, the bigoted and the irrational believe they can pass out, occluded from scrutiny in shit-stained imbecile safety, but which turns out, by dawn's early light, to be a mini-bus full of liberals with digital cameras.
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In the end, the second most dishonorable and demeaning thing you can do to this fine, fierce, sinewy, blunt, flensing bazooka you have been granted is to cower in the corner, making a mighty, scowling fortress out of your “Impactfuls”, “Synergies”, “Paradigms” and the other 181 officially approved units of lifeless bizzpeak buzztwaddle.

The most insulting thing is demanding that others do likewise.

Last, here is Malcolm Tucker, putting me to shame.

It's not safe for work.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Ever Since I Shelved the "Driftington Post" Project


("Synthesizing the Narrative of a Generation!") I have found it almost impossible to even thumb through the great, sloppy midden pile of nipple slips, diet tips, tabloid sleaze, purloined excellence, occasional articles of genuine interest and, generally, the murmur of the New Age hipster end of the Davos wading pool talking to itself that HuffPo has become.

Arianna's House of Games was, is, and ever shall be an exercise in raw capitalist scammery dressed up in the best fair-market cotton Che tee-shirt money can buy, and once I had satisfied my morbid curiosity -- once I learned exactly how the simple, mechanical aggregation magic trick worked by doing it for a couple of weeks and once I had sussed out the 25 or so words which are in constant, Batman-Splat!-Pow!-Zowie! rotation inside the headline extruding algorithm -- I lost interest.

But every now and then I drop back over just to see

Today, for example, I stopped by.

First thing I noticed was that Rupert Murdoch's trophy wife -- Wendi Deng Murdoch -- had been given a choice piece of real estate atop the front page to promote her first movie.

Oh boy!

The word "lao tong," once holding a historic meaning, now had a modern and relevant definition for me. In fact, even before we launched the production process, I found my amazing family of lao tongs rallying around me. These connections kept me feeling brave. The wonderful writer Amy Tan introduced me to Lisa See's novel. Without Amy's friendship, I would never have been inspired to start this project. My great friend Florence Sloan joined as my supportive and strong producing partner and together we found ourselves lucky enough to...

Something something Wayne Wang.
Something something impressive figures from Silicon Valley.
Something something the mayor of San Francisco.
Something something my good friend Willow Bay.
Something something actress Bing Bing Li.
Something something Lisa See.
Something something Diane von Furstenberg.
Something something Nicole Kidman.
Something something Diana Taylor.
Something something Ivanka Trump.
Something something Ben Kingsley.
Something something Deb Lee Jackman.
Something something Senator Chris Dodd.

Something something.

Or, as President Jed Bartlet once said, "It's nice when we can do something for prostitutes once in a while, isnt it?"

Because, yes, we are talking about the trophy wife of that Rupert Murdock.



Perhaps I will drop by the Huffington Post for a few seconds again.

In three months.

Or seven.

Or sixteen.





Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Revolution is Being Televised


As everyone on the Left knows, The Palinite Right is lost to us, probably for the rest of their lives.

As a Party, as a Movement and as a cultural force, they are now nothing but these creatures;
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
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top to bottom, through-and-through, regurgitating all day long and as gospel whatever idiocy Rush Limbaugh or Sean Hannity shat into their skulls the night before.

It doesn’t matter what you throw at them, these Hollow Men will just keep lumbering along that gently-downsloping road towards peonage and fascism.

And because of that -- because they are nothing but blind, electoral kamikaze-citizens acting at the command of larger forces -- they are not where the real revolution is taking place.

The real revolution –- despite Gil Scott-Heron’s beliefs to the contrary -– was, in fact, right there on my teevee this very morning.

Actually, it’s right there almost every morning and against my better judgment, during the denim-colored pre-dawn hour of morning ablutions I watched it: tugged on my tie as the central front of the war – the ritual "Morning Joe” re-enactment of the Centrist Passion Play – went on and on.

Right there in my living room.

(Which, as a brief aside, is why MSNBC give me such a splitting headache.

Like Bob Arctor -- the protagonist in "A Scanner Darkly" -- MSNBC has a malignantly schizophrenic personality: by night, it is the crusading cop, hunting down a malevolent drug lord that is laying waste to the community by purveying a particularly lethal narcotic; by day it is...the drug lord, cranking out fresh batches of fatal narcotic every single morning.

End of brief aside.)

Once again, there were Wall Street's sock puppets pining for a Third Party Plutocrat (Hey, what about billionaire media-mogul Mike Bloomberg! Hey, you’re right! He’s awesome! And he won't bring any partisan-y "agendas" with him to the Peacock Throne White House!) to ride in on a White Horse towing a Bull Market and save their investment portfolios from the smelly rabble.

Once again there was the ritual incantation of "Both sides are wrong. Both sides are bad. Nobody will compromise."

Once again, bland, glad-handing "No Labels" liar Mark McKinnon was there to moan and wail and rend his garments.

Once again the name of Saint Thomas Friedman was reverentially intoned.

Once again the persistent, single-minded might of the instrumentality of Empire was on naked display, because while money does not necessarily buy excellence, it goddamn well buys single-minded persistence.

This particular front of the war is persistent and single-minded dedicated to one objective only: the sell fuck out of the fresh minty lie that the only way to save American is to abandon all political parties and unite behind a non-partisan Centrist movement.

A non-partisan Centrist Movement led by some civic-minded local media billionaire who happens to be on friendly terms with everyone who is engaged in lucrative business selling this minty fresh lie. A non-partisan Centrist Movement whose message is persistently and single-mindedly putched pushed through the media; through the dead mechanical gaze of camera and the long square planks of prose that are extruded from America’s daily papers that are either owned or heavily influenced by certain civic-minded local media billionaires and their pals.

One big flaw in the plan, however, is that it absolutely cannot survive any direct contact with Reality.

It falls apart like a cardboard tuxedo in a hurricane if both Parties are, in fact, not always, equally and oppositely wrong about everything. After all, if the REAL problem with America is basically that the Republican Party gone completely mad and needs to be put down like a rabid dog, what need have we poor little people for a benevolent oligarchy led by our New, Civic-Minded Billionaire Overlords?

As an reminder to the rest of oligarchies well-heeled tools, this is what it looks like when one of the King of Reasonable Centrism – Our Mr. Brooks -- foolishly let himself get too close to the agonizing touch of inconvenient Reality (from the NYT's weekly, stilted, verbal midden-pile called "The Conversation"):

...
David Brooks: But of course in the crush of political battle, with its polarizing pressures, they both fell in with the partisan orthodoxies. McCain did it in 2008, and Obama is doing it now.

Do you think I’m wrong in my interpretation?

Gail Collins: I think you’re wrong — although wrong in an admirable, idealistic way — for thinking that bipartisanship works. Maybe it did back in the day, but these are hot-blooded times we live in, the getting-together-and-compromising part only comes after one party is lying on its back, hemorrhaging from a thousand political wounds and desperate to do anything to end the fight and change the subject.
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David Brooks: Back to Obama. What disappoints me is not that he wants to raise taxes on the rich. I think that’s necessary, as part of a general budget and tax reform package. What disappoints me is that he’s playing games just to get liberal mouths watering. He’s treating liberals like Pavlov’s dogs, and some on the left seem to be falling for it. He does it by putting tax increases on the rich at the center of his politics, when in any realistic world those increases can only be peripheral.

Gail Collins: Here’s what Barack Obama has learned over the last two years: you don’t lead with a moderate, sensible plan. The Republicans will just grab it and tear it to shreds and you’ll be left sitting there in the debris and trying to console yourself by the fact that you saved the Pell grants.

I think he’s being sensible. He’s giving the public the Democratic hardball vision. Let the public choose between that and the Republican hardball vision. They will prefer Obama’s and then the Republicans will have to come back with a compromise for a change.

David Brooks: He must know that in fact the rich pay more in taxes — as a percentage and as a total than the middle class. But he claims otherwise because it gets the base salivating. …

Gail Collins: At the beginning of his administration, Obama homed right in on Medicare, which he wanted to fix by reducing the overall cost of health care in this country. He risked everything — some would claim he lost everything — by being so single-minded. It was an extremely principled position, and the Republicans responded by politicizing, pandering and ruining any chance to make the plan really, really effective from the start. I haven’t forgiven them for that whole “pull the plug on grandma” episode.

David Brooks: I guess it’s going to be a grim election.
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Notice how horribly uncomfortable Our Mr. Brooks becomes when Reality threatens to bust open the gate of his Happy Centrist Neverland, and how clear it becomes that he far, far too big a coward to ever actually answer the question that is implicit here.

The vital, terrible, utterly taboo question that is at the heart of ever critique of Our Mr. Brooks’ Centrist bullshit:
What can you do – what can any President do -- when faced by a solid wall of pure, nihilistic obstruction? When faced with a unified political opposition – political opposition from Our Mr. Brooks’ own Party -- that is literally prepared to burn down the world if doing so would deny Barack Obama a second term as President?


The honest answer to this question -- if it were ever shouted from the rooftops with half the throw-weight as the lie it annihilates -- would lay waste to Our Mr. Brooks’ ideology and leave his career in ashes, which is he never, ever permits himself to be booked into any venue where is might actually get asked.

Which is why civic-minded local media billionaires and their friends pay lots and lots of money to make damn sure not a single, contrary voice is allowed anywhere near their persistent and single-minded propagandizing.

Persistent and single-minded propagandizing which you can watch on your teevee.

For free.

Every single day.

Friday, July 01, 2011

But What If It's True?



Before going on to autopsy all the different flavors of fallout that will likely arise from the impending GOP destruction of the global economy, Paul Krugman quite rightly noted that the immediate financial consequence itself is "anything but trivial":


Failure to raise the debt limit — which would, among other things, disrupt payments on existing debt — could convince investors that the United States is no longer a serious, responsible country, with nasty consequences.

But here's the rub, Paul: we are no longer "a serious, responsible country".

We are a country where a serious, reasonable minority is (in the immortal words of "Chase Me Ladies I'm the Cavalry") 'chained to the village idiot' and being dragged along towards yet another nation-mutilating Republican catastrophe across the prostrate bodies of an oblivious Majority who can't be bothered to drag their glassy, cow-dumb eyes away from "Jersey Shore" and "The Real Doxies of the Fourth Circle of Hell" long enough to notice that their world is being axes to atoms all around them.

All this is now more-or-less openly and lavishly funded and directed by evil men, because why bother with awkward disguises and figleafs anymore when the cops, the judges, the politicians and the journalists are mostly cowed into silence or on your fucking payroll?

Paul, this is not the sting of noble battle you are feeling: it is the sensation of being one of the last, aware brain cell trapped inside a dying empire in the last stages of Cultural Sclerosis as it lurches and twitches towards an otherwise predictable and preventable catastrophe.

If we could just move our fingers...if we could only get our legs to listen to reason.

But of course legs and arms and feet and hands are all too busy clapping for Bachmann and stomping for "Shut!It!Down!"

I don't know how this will end, but I do know nothing short of a sharp and substantial drop in the number of Republicans participating in the political process in America is going to prevent this kind of criminally reckless behavior from happening over and over again.

Because the Pig People have discovered the sheer animal delight of holding a gun to the heads of the poor and the sick in order to make their betters dance.

And they will never surrender that power until they are forced to.






Monday, June 13, 2011

In Defiance of the Predictions

GELLER
Of our Elite Media's most powerful psychics

and prophets
Lieskelion
turns out I passed the three million page-hit mark sometime in the last week or so.


So I've got that going for me.