Sunday, September 04, 2011

Voice of Empire, Ctd




Special "...it's too late to lose the weight you used to need

to throw around" Edition.

Rather than one more straight vivisection of the chin-deep hot-tub-full-of-offal that is The Mouse Circus, instead let us consider a case that is currently whipping around the internet: the case of Mike Lofgren -- a lifelong Republican button-man -- who has acknowledged in print ("Goodbye to All That: Reflections of a GOP Operative Who Left the Cult") everything you have ever suspected about the Party of God. (h/t Edward for the head's up.)

Yes, they really are just a bunch of treacherous, lying nihilists:
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The debt ceiling extension is not the only example of this sort of political terrorism. Republicans were willing to lay off 4,000 Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) employees, 70,000 private construction workers and let FAA safety inspectors work without pay, in fact, forcing them to pay for their own work-related travel - how prudent is that? - in order to strong arm some union-busting provisions into the FAA reauthorization.

Everyone knows that in a hostage situation, the reckless and amoral actor has the negotiating upper hand over the cautious and responsible actor because the latter is actually concerned about the life of the hostage, while the former does not care.
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Yes, it is orchestrated from on-high:
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A couple of years ago, a Republican committee staff director told me candidly (and proudly) what the method was to all this obstruction and disruption. Should Republicans succeed in obstructing the Senate from doing its job, it would further lower Congress's generic favorability rating among the American people. By sabotaging the reputation of an institution of government, the party that is programmatically against government would come out the relative winner.
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Yes, it is on-purpose:
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Far from being a rarity, virtually every bill, every nominee for Senate confirmation and every routine procedural motion is now subject to a Republican filibuster. Under the circumstances, it is no wonder that Washington is gridlocked: legislating has now become war minus the shooting, something one could have observed 80 years ago in the Reichstag of the Weimar Republic.
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Yes, it is dependent on the abysmal stupidity of the average American voter:
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This constant drizzle of "there the two parties go again!" stories out of the news bureaus, combined with the hazy confusion of low-information voters, means that the long-term Republican strategy of undermining confidence in our democratic institutions has reaped electoral dividends. The United States has nearly the lowest voter participation among Western democracies; this, again, is a consequence of the decline of trust in government institutions - if government is a racket and both parties are the same, why vote? And if the uninvolved middle declines to vote, it increases the electoral clout of a minority that is constantly being whipped into a lather by three hours daily of Rush Limbaugh or Fox News.
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Yes, our hugely overpaid Villager Media Overlords ignore it.
Malignantly and on-purpose.
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The media are also complicit in this phenomenon. Ever since the bifurcation of electronic media into a more or less respectable "hard news" segment and a rabidly ideological talk radio and cable TV political propaganda arm, the "respectable" media have been terrified of any criticism for perceived bias. Hence, they hew to the practice of false evenhandedness. Paul Krugman has skewered this tactic as being the "centrist cop-out." "I joked long ago," he says, "that if one party declared that the earth was flat, the headlines would read 'Views Differ on Shape of Planet.'"

Inside-the-Beltway wise guy Chris Cillizza merely proves Krugman right in his Washington Post analysis of "winners and losers" in the debt ceiling impasse.
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Yes, the Right really is using every means at hand to suppress the votes of those who do pay attention:

Ever since Republicans captured the majority in a number of state legislatures last November, they have systematically attempted to make it more difficult to vote...

Yes, they are composed of the bigoted, xenophobic dregs of American culture:
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As Sarah Palin would imply, the people who are not Real Americans. Racial minorities. Immigrants. Muslims. Gays. Intellectuals. Basically, anyone who doesn't look, think, or talk like the GOP base. This must account, at least to some degree, for their extraordinarily vitriolic hatred of President Obama. I have joked in the past that the main administration policy that Republicans object to is Obama's policy of being black.[2] Among the GOP base, there is constant harping about somebody else, some "other," who is deliberately, assiduously and with malice aforethought subverting the Good, the True and the Beautiful: Subversives. Commies. Socialists. Ragheads. Secular humanists. Blacks. Fags. Feminazis. The list may change with the political needs of the moment, but they always seem to need a scapegoat to hate and fear.
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In other words, "Yes! Yes! Yes!", to everything Liberals have been shunned and slandered for saying for the last 30 years.

I do not see this as vindication or validation anything at all...any more than I see dropping the one millionth egg on the sidewalk and watching it break "validates" the theory of gravity. I don't need some fucking GOP henchman on a pension to ratify the evidence of my own sense for me because as Senator Sam Ervin famously told John Ehrlichmann's lawyer during the Watergate Hearings: "...I can understand the English language. It's my mother's tongue."

Of course we have been right all along.

Of course they have been wrong and lying about it all along.

And of course none of this really matters because there is no one left on the sidelines to convince: the Right has devolved to the point of being the bastard children of George Orwell

(doublethink is) the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one's mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them....To tell deliberate lies while genuinely believing in them, to forget any fact that has become inconvenient, and then, when it becomes necessary again, to draw it back from oblivion for just as long as it is needed, to deny the existence of objective reality and all the while to take account of the reality which one denies — all this is indispensably necessary. Even in using the word doublethink it is necessary to exercise doublethink. For by using the word one admits that one is tampering with reality; by a fresh act of doublethink one erases this knowledge; and so on indefinitely, with the lie always one leap ahead of the truth.
and a Far Side cartoon:

  • What Liberals say: "The 100,000th column restating the same, obvious, terrifying realities."
  • What Conservatives hear: "Blah, blah,blah, Socialism!"
the Center are the same will-o-the-wisp cowards and grifters they have always been, and the Left has grown hoarse shouting truth into a vacuum

decade after decade.


No, for me the most salient sections of this piece are as follows (emphasis added by me):
..the crackpot outliers of two decades ago have become the vital center today: Steve King, Michele Bachman (now a leading presidential candidate as well), Paul Broun, Patrick McHenry, Virginia Foxx, Louie Gohmert, Allen West. The Congressional directory now reads like a casebook of lunacy.

It was this cast of characters and the pernicious ideas they represent that impelled me to end a nearly 30-year career as a professional staff member on Capitol Hill. A couple of months ago, I retired; but I could see as early as last November that the Republican Party would use the debt limit vote, an otherwise routine legislative procedure that has been used 87 times since the end of World War II, in order to concoct an entirely artificial fiscal crisis.

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I left because I was appalled at the headlong rush of Republicans, like Gadarene swine, to embrace policies that are deeply damaging to this country's future; and contemptuous of the feckless, craven incompetence of Democrats in their half-hearted attempts to stop them. And, in truth, I left as an act of rational self-interest. Having gutted private-sector pensions and health benefits as a result of their embrace of outsourcing, union busting and "shareholder value," the GOP now thinks it is only fair that public-sector workers give up their pensions and benefits, too.
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So to sum up, the author was the willing stooge of evil men.

He spent 30 years helping filth to slander people like me and destroy my country.

And he did it for money.

And now that the traitors and thugs who hired him are threatening to come after his 30 pieces of silver, he has decided to speak out.

Also, long after it is all far too late, he wants his victims to know he's sorry.

To which what can one say (with a much Christian charity as one can muster) except:
Fuck.

You.

Mr. Lofgren has committed the worst crimes against honor imaginable: he has shamed his ancestors and knowingly betrayed his country into the hands of its destroyers for money. In a culture that actually valued integrity, Mr. Lofgren would find only one path open to him

if he truly wanted to make amends and begin to remove the giant, bloody stain his actions have left on his family name.

Instead, as things stand now, I fully expect him to be taken to the bosom of the Conservative Expatriate Corps, where a lucrative book deal will be put together for him, after which some sinecure will be found for him at "The Daily Beast", "FrumForum", The New York Times, or on "Morning Joe", putting a high gloss on Harold Ford, Junior's shoes.

All of which leads us to Sunday's Mouse Circus.

Project against the scrim of Mr. Lofgren's confession of his complicity in arguably the longest and most destructive campaign of lies, slander and sabotage in American history -- a confession that underscores
A) Anyone making false-equivalency claims about the Right and Left are flat-out lying and,

B) They fucking well know they are lying
-- note how extra-extra-hollow the usual, flaccid gasbag lies ring now.

How absurd Republican Paul Gigot sounds when he suggests that the best way to blow the Republican's collective minds is to "confound" them by basically giving them everything they want.

How nakedly ridiculous Republican Mark McKinnon sounds when he flogs his idiotic "No Lables" scam,

founded on the very "Both sides do it" premise that Republican Mark McKinnon full well knows is a complete lie.

How fatuous and grotesque Tom Friedman sounds
GELLER
pimping one more of his godawful books and blatting on about salvation at the hands of a Centrist third party.

How either sneeringly cynical or criminally insane Douglas Holtz-Eakin (the former economic adviser to Sen. John McCain) sounds when he insists that the only way out of our current disastrous political cul-de-sac is for President Obama to "show some more ideological flexibility".

Christiane Amanpour: WTF are you even talking about? Hasn't he already given the Right virtually everything they wanted.

Douglas Holtz-Eakin: Fuck you, I'm reading my American Enterprise Institute talking points.

On second thought, it's pretty clear that Douglas Holtz-Eakin is just a straight-up liar.

And how miserably crooked the King of the Mouse Circus Fucknozzles -- David Gregory -- sounds...every time he opens his bibble spigot:

Gregory: People were not opposed to the Iraq War: they were opposed to incompetence.

Gregory: Congresswoman Maxine Waters, you said mean things about those nice Tea Party people. Doesn't that make you a monster, unfit for human society?

Gregory: There's populism in the Left and populism on the Right. But what about the fucking Middle! Huh? Huh?

The most honest man on teevee was, once again, Paul Krugman, who opined that no substantive action on jobs whatsoever would pass Congress (actual quote):

"If Obama called for endorsing motherhood, Republicans in the House would oppose it.”
Once again, Krugman must carry the whole weight of speaking the ugly tired truth about the Destroyer Right on teevee; a Destroyer Right that Liberals have been warning about for decades; a Destroyer Right meticulously bred, cultivated and harvested by thousands of professional cultural Quislings like Mike Lofgren.

A Destroyer Right that is only going to get exponentially worse until the gated Centrist stronghold where our Villager Media Overlords ply their trade

is rendered professionally uninhabitable.

Saturday, September 03, 2011

A Belated Tom Waits Friday


The best damn mashup on these here Internets, courtesy of gentleman-adventurer and all 'round raconteur-about-town, Batocchio of Vagabond Scholar.

On Time, On Budget


Operating 3,000% beyond design specification.

And run by the Evil Gummint.

From "Universe Today":

NASA Robot arrives at ‘New’ Landing Site holding Clues to Ancient Water Flow on Mars

by Ken Kremer on September 3, 2011


Opportunity has begun a whole new mission at Endeavour Crater promising a boatload of new science discoveries.

Scientists directing NASA’s Mars Opportunity rover gushed with excitement as they announced that the aging robot has discovered a rock with a composition unlike anything previously explored on the Red Planet’s surface – since she landed on the exotic Martian plains 7.5 years ago – and which offers indications that liquid water might have percolated or flowed at this spot billions of years ago.

Barely three weeks ago Opportunity arrived at the rim of the gigantic 14 mile ( 22 km) wide crater named Endeavour after an epic multi-year trek, and for the team its literally been like a 2nd landing on Mars – and the equivalent of the birth of a whole new mission of exploration at an entirely ‘new’ landing site.

“This is like having a brand new landing site for our veteran rover,” said Dave Lavery, program executive for NASA’s Mars Exploration Rovers at NASA Headquarters in Washington. “It is a remarkable bonus that comes from being able to rove on Mars with well-built hardware that lasts.”
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This is what Hope actually looks like: a small helpmate to mankind made by our species with love and exquisite precision, slowing ambling across the surface of an ancient world, enduring so far beyond anyone's wildest dreams as to border on miraculous, and sending back dispatches from the Final Frontier in silent streams of 1s and 0s.

Remind me again how tax cuts and Creationism were responsible for landing this tireless emissary of the human race on Mars?

Jon Stewart was wrong


On the advisability of not pacing your rage.

Before it plunges down the wingnut memory hole forever, let us pause to recall that the absolute batshit berserker rage against the Kenyan Usurper is not something of recent vintage, nor was it something that was "caused" by anything President Obama ever said or did.

As evidenced by this little bit of history from just 10 weeks after President Obama was sworn in, the unhinged hatred on the Right was "caused" by the mere fact that a Black man with a (D) after his name got elected President by a solid majority.

Period.

From the moment his hand touched the Bible (you do remember he took the oath twice, right?) to President Limbaugh ordering his faithful manservant John Boehner to throw an historically unprecedented hissy fit over the scheduling of a joint session of Congress, every Republican tantrum -- Every. Single. One. -- has been nothing more than various means to the end of undoing the results of the 2008 election.

From Birtherism to Death Panels, the Modern Conservative agenda in the Age of Obama has been nothing but reckless swine and calculating traitors grabbing whatever heavy object they could lay their hands on and heaving it into traffic, hoping to cause a wreck.

In other words, a relentless, national program of premeditated sabotage at a time of war and national economic emergency.

And don't even get me started on their fucking governors.

If Bush had actually done his job and killed Osama bin Laden, the Right would have cleared room for him on Mt. Rushmore. If Bush had killed bin Laden and helped take down Gaddahfi? Over a single summer? Fuck, the Right would this minute be carving his face on the Moon.

President Obama -- whatever his flaws -- has done these things -- things that the Right would have found admirable in any other person on any other day -- but since it's Obama, it's...gone. Vanished. Revised, trivialized and miraculous transmogrified into a Christopath coloring book in which Bush actually kills bin Laden.

Instead we have the Right -- lavishly funded by the fascist industrialists and Fox News propagandists who are so close to their dream of pure oligarchy they can taste it -- holding poor people hostage to tax cuts for billionaires, threatening to blow up the world economy unless they get 100% of everything they want, putting holds on everything it couldn't filibuster, swearing public allegiance to lunatics and Dark Ages superstition.

Because you know what? Jon Stewart was wrong. For the Right, going jaw-dropping, over-the-top, foaming apeshit and staying apeshit actually worked just fine. And as long as no Democrat of the First Water is willing to call them out as the depraved thugs that they are (and as long as no major media outlet is willing to tell this story honestly) it will continue to work, because the Right has gone the Brownshirt Dolchstoss myth one better: pre-loading a fully-articulated "We were betrayed by internal enemies!" fantasy into the tiny, mushy brains of their orc army in advance of the global economic Reichstag Fire they themselves are clearly desperate to ignite.

In February, 2009 I wrote this:
After leading us -- limping and wounded -- away from the precipice of economic disaster, over the next eight years President Obama's hardest job is going to be the reclamation and rehabilitating of a gibbering, toxic scrumfuck called the Republican Party.
In this, I was as wrong as Jon Stewart: if the last two years have demonstrated anything beyond any doubt, it is that that the GOP is rotted from the soul on out and beyond redemption.

I am also keenly aware that the last time these people were allowed to get this absolutely dug-in/fuck-you-crazy it took the entire Union Army to stop them from destroying this country.

I wonder what it will take this time?

...And Your Kids Will Be Placed


In the custody of Carl's Junior

File under: Shut it down. Shut it all down.

As they barnstorm the tiny, electorally-uninteresting state of Iowa, excoriating the Kenyan Usurper and his Commie Legions of Doom for daring to defile our Randite superhero flowers of American capitalism their sticky Evil Big Gummint fingers, I wonder if their Big Clown Caravan has slowed down long enough to notice that during Year Four of our Lost Decade, for lack of Evil Big Gummint Money, the Hawkeye State is shuttering 2/3rds of those little buildings that help Iowans prepare for and find jobs.

Jobs?

Maybe you've heard of them?

J-O-B-S?

Ringing any bells?

From WOI-TV:

Workforce Offices Close Throughout State

In order to still maintain the same services while operating on a budget of $6.5 million less than the previous years, the Iowa Workforce Development has been forced to close more than half of their field offices.

Thirty six of the 55 offices that provide unemployed Iowans with resources to help them find work will close by the end of October.

Thirty one will close Wednesday, including ten in our area.

"I think it is a bad idea because a lot of people use these places, a lot," said Lori Maciel of Des Moines.

With the looming budget shortfall, the Iowa Workforce Development decided to open up kiosks around the state in place of the satellite offices. They will be in libraries, community centers and other accessible places. They plan on opening 300 to 400 of them. Currently there are 138, like the one at creative visions in Des Moines.

"Our goal was to deliver the same services to Iowans in the state, hopefully closer to their homes in some cases," said Kerry Koonce of the Iowa Workforce Development.

But those who work in these centers say there's just one problem.

"The problem with that is if you don't have a staff person to help an individual who is not computer literate maneuver through it makes it difficult," said Ako Abdul Samad of Creative Visions.

Creative Visions does have a trained staff member to help, but most won't. There will be an 800 number to call for help or a live chat option.

But still job seekers are unsure if this is the best way to fix a very large budget problem.

"I wasn't raised on the computers I mean I know the basics but nothing like that," said Nancy Spiewak of Des Moines.

75 people that work in these satellite offices will be laid off when they close.
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New Iowa workforce system motto: "Carl's Junior -- Fuck you, I'm eating!"

Meanwhile, pictured here is a member of the United States professional political pundit corps begging Sarah Palin to get into the race

so they can have one more kookie and superfun and completely irrelevant thing to yammer on about 24/7/365.

Friday, September 02, 2011

Professional Left Podcast #91

ProfessionalLeft
"Time and again, however, we see evidence that they have gotten deep inside the White House's head. In letters, in offhand comments, in outbursts at press conferences, in my personal reporting, members of the Obama administration and members of the Obama reelection campaign will let slip that they are dwelling and worrying over these arguments. They may not agree with them. They may not think they're fair, or sophisticated, or useful. But they're thinking about them. And if you're the "professional left," that's exactly what you want..."
-- Eric Forman Ezra Klein.

"Yes. Yes it is".

-- driftglass




Show links:

Bernie Sanders and Lockheed Martin

US Taxpayers build an unnecessary Iraqi prison.

Daily Kos cartoon on Zip Houses with comment from Blue Gal.

Distribution of Wealth in the US (chart).

Bonus: Tthe clip from the Gerald Ford episode "That 70s Show":



Thanks again to Frank Chow for the graphic at the ProLeft website and Heather at Crooks and Liars Video Cafe for their help. And don't forget, our archives are available for free with no downloads at Professional Left.


Da' money goes here:


The Big Jobs Fuck

Earth_Shot
When language speaks louder than words.

As the economy shudders to a full stop again, world markets freak out again, and we wait expectantly for the President of the United States to politely invite the ambassadors from Jesusland to join hands with him in the spirit of comity and civic obligation to save the nation...

...politely receive their counteroffer to instead, say, cut his nads off with a band-saw...

...politely counter-counteroffer to instead let Eric Cantor throw seven million poor or sick Americans into the active volcano of his choice...

...politely watch as the GOP storms off in a brand new 2011 GM Huff, swearing to "terminate this democracy with extreme prejudice" to the cheers of their Teabagger Base...

...and then politely withdraw to a safe distance with his advisors to ponder the question "Why is "The Professional Left" (We're famous!) such shrill assholes?"...


...I shall relax and enjoy my memories of another (fictional) Presidential Address on the subject of another, all-out effort to save the day initiative, as it was penned by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. in 1972.

Here is a snip:

The Big Space Fuck.

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In 1989, America staged the Big Space Fuck, which was a serious effort to make sure that human life would continue to exist somewhere in the Universe, since it certainly couldn’t continue much longer on Earth. Everything had turned to shit and beer cans and old automobiles and Clorox bottles. An interesting thing happened in the Hawaiian Islands, where they had been throwing trash down extinct volcanoes for years: a couple of the volcanoes all of a sudden spit it all back up. And so on.

This was a period of great permissiveness in matters of language, so even the President was saying shit and fuck and so on, without anybody’s feeling threatened or taking offense. It was perfectly OK. He called the Space Fuck a Space Fuck and so did everybody else. It was a rocket ship with eight-hundred pounds of freeze dried jizzum in its nose. It was going to fired at the Andromeda Galazy, two-million light years away. The ship was named the Arthur C. Clarke, in honor of a famous space pioneer.

It was to be fired at midnight on the Fourth of July. At ten o’clock that night, Dwayne Hooblere and his wife Grace were watching the countdown on television in the living room of their modest home in Elk Harbor, Ohio, on the shore of what used to be Lake Erie. Lake Erie was almost solid sewage now. there were man-eating lampreys in there thirty-eight feet long. Dwayne was a guard in the Ohio Adult Correctional Institution, which was two miles away. His hobby was making birdhouses out of Clorox bottles. He went on making them and hanging them around his yard, even though there weren’t any birds any more.

Dwayne and Grace marveled at a film demonstration of how jizzum had been freeze-dried for the trip. A small beaker of the stuff, which had been contributed by the head of the Mathematics Department at the University of Chicago, was flash-frozen. Then it was placed under a bell jar and the air was exhausted from the jar. The air evanesced, leaving a fine white powder. The powder certainly didn’t look like much, and Dwayne Hoobler said so– but there were several hundred million sperm cells in there, in suspended animation. The original contribution, an average contribution, had been two cubic centimeters. There was enough powder, Dwayne estimated out loud, to clog the eye of a needle. And eight hundred pounds of the stuff would soon be on its way to Andromeda.

“Fuck you, Andromeda,” said Dwayne, and he wasn’t being coarse. He was echoing billboards and stickers all over town. Other signs said, “Andromeda, We Love You,” and “Earth has the Hots for Andromeda,” and so on.

There was a knock on the door, and an old friend of the family, the County Sheriff, simultaneously let himself in. “How are you, you old motherfucker?” said Dwayne.

“Can’t complain, shitface,” said the Sheriff, and they joshed back and forth like that for a while. Grace chuckled, enjoying their wit. She wouldn’t have chuckled so richly, however, if she had been a little more observant. She might have noticed that the sheriff’s jocularity was very much on the surface. Underneath, he had something troubling on his mind. She might have noticed, too, that he had legal papers in his hand.

“Sit down, you silly old fart,” said Dwayne, ” and watch Andromeda get the surprise of her life.”

“The way I understand it,” the sheriff replied, “I’d have to sit there for more than two-million years. My old lady might wonder what’s become of me.” He was a lot smarter than Dwayne. He had jizzum on the Arthur C. Clarke, and Dwayne didn’t. You had to have an I.Q. of over 115 to have your jizzum accepted. there were certain exceptions to this: if you were a good athlete or could play a musical instrument or paint pictures, but Dwayne didn’t qualify in any of those ways, either. He had hoped that birdhouse-makers might be entitled to special consideration, but this turned out not to be the case. The Director of the New York Philharmonic, on the other hand, was entitled to contribute a whole quart, if he wanted to. he was sixty-eight years old. Dwayne was forty-two.

There was an old astronaut on the television now. He was saying that he sure wished he could go where his jizzum was going. But he would sit at home instead, with his memories and a glass of Tang. Tang used to be the official drink of the astronauts. It was a freeze-dried orangeade.

“Maybe you haven’t got two million years,” said Dwayne, ” but you’ve got at least five minutes. Sit thee doon.”


... And he couldn’t look his wretched old friends in the eye, so he looked at the television instead. A scientist there was explaining why Andromeda had been selected as a target. There were at least eighty-seven chrono-synclastic infundibulae, time warps, between Earth and the Andromeda Galaxy. If the Arthur C. Clarke passed through any one of them, the ship and its load would be multiplied a trillion times, and would appear everywhere throughout space and time.

“If there’s any fecundity anywhere in the Universe, ” the scientist promised, “our seed will find it and bloom.” One of the most depressing things about the space program so far, of course, was that it had demonstrated that fecundity was one hell of a long way off, if anywhere.

Dumb people like Dwayne and Grace, and even fairly smart people like the sheriff, had been encouraged to believe that there was hospitality out there, and that Earth was just a piece of shit to use as a launching platform.

Now Earth really was a piece of shit, and it was beginning to dawn on even dumb people that it might be the only inhabitable planet human beings would ever find.
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Meanwhile, Senator Flem Snopes of Mississippi, Chair-man of the Senate Space Committee, had appeared on the television screen. He was very happy about the Big Space Fuck, and he said it had been what the American space program had been aiming toward all along. He was proud, he said, that the United States had seen fit to locate the biggest jizzum-freezing plant in his “l’il ol’ home town,” which was Mayhew.

The word “jizzum” had an interesting history, by the way. It was as old as “fuck” and “shit” and so on, but it continued to be excluded from dictionaries, long after the others were let in. This was because so many people wanted it to remain a truly magic word—the only one left.

And when the United States announced that it was going to do a truly magical thing, was going to fire sperm at the Andromeda Galaxy, the populace corrected its government. Their collective unconscious announced that it was time for the last magic word to come into the open. They insisted that sperm was nothing to fire at another galaxy. Only jizzum would do. So the Government began using that word, and it did something that had never been done before, either: it standardized the way the word was spelled.

The man who was interviewing Senator Snopes asked him to stand up so everybody could get a good look at his cod-piece, which the Senator did. Codpieces were very much in fashion, and many men were wearing codpieces in the shape of rocket ships, in honor of the Big Space Fuck. These cus-tomarily had the letters “ U.S.A.” embroidered on the shaft. Senator Snopes’ shaft, however, bore the Stars and Bars of the Confederacy.

This led the conversation into the area of heraldry in general, and the interviewer reminded the Senator of his campaign to eliminate the bald eagle as the national bird. The Senator explained that he didn’t like to have his country represented by a creature that obviously hadn’t been able to cut the mustard in modern times.

Asked to name a creature that had been able to cut the mustard, the Senator did better than that: he named two—the lamprey and the bloodworm. And, unbeknownst to him or to anybody, lampreys were finding the Great Lakes too vile and noxious even for them. While all the human beings were in their houses, watching the Big Space Fuck, lam-preys were squirming out of the ooze and onto land. Some of them were nearly as long and thick as the Arthur C. Clarke.
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I would, of course, very much like it if the President of the United States would break into the Strategic Motherfucking Pejorative Reserve to call these motherfucking jackals on the Right out.

Why do I think that is unlikely?

Because of "some in Washington" ...

We pause now for a brief history lesson from the Year of Our Lord 2004, which we shrill assholes of "The Professional Left" had spent screaming for candidate John Kerry to stand up and for fuck's sake fight the Hell back.

He didn't and he lost, and we thought just maybe, in the rubble of his failed Presidential bid, the Democratic Party leadership might have finally learned down to its bones the following Very Valuable Political: unless you are a saint or a famous non-violent civil rights leader, you absolutely cannot afford to stand there with a grin on your face and talk about bipartisanship and brotherhood while your enemies empty entire outhouses full of lies and slander on your head.


From Al Franken's "The Truth with Jokes" (excerpted here with eye-catching emphasis added by me):

The point is, every good candidate should have a positive agenda. But you also have to fight back.... And that's where Kerry came up short. In politics, you can never turn the other cheek. Especially when you're fighting the Christian right.

Nothing demonstrates the "viciousness gap" between the Bush and the Kerry campaigns better than their respective national conventions.

In Boston, the Democrats made the horrible mistake of responding to a very ironic attack from the Bush team, the claim that Democrats had nothing to offer but "partisan anger." Instead of hitting back with the obvious countercharge that, no, it's Republicans who were the party of partisan anger, the Democrats decided to internalize the message of their abuser and try to be nicer.

The Republicans, on the other hand, ran a convention so partisan and angry that its fundamental dishonesty passed nearly unremarked.

Even though Democrats almost to a man believed that President Bush was an unrivaled horror show who was driving the nation off a cliff, it was easy to watch the Democratic Convention and conclude that the Democrats thought everything was hunky-dory in America, and that their only motivation was the sunny belief that their nominee could do an even better job than the incumbent.

This was no accident. In fact, it was the result of uncharacteristic message discipline on the part of the Democrats. Below the stage at Boston's Fleet Center, an elite team of wordsmiths had the thankless job of "cleansing" the speeches before they reached the teleprompter. Here's how someone who worked in the speechwriting office described it to me, on the condition that I not reveal his or her name:

One of our primary responsibilities was to take out negative comments. We were very concerned about casting the party in a positive light. If there was a line like "Bush has overseen a cataclysmic downturn in the economy and is running the country into the ground," we would have to change it to something like "Kerry will strengthen our economy and put the country on the right track." We'd flip all of the attacks into positive messages. Specifically, we didn't mention George Bush by name. I'd be surprised if there were a single speech that went into the teleprompter that had the President's name in it. Some speakers said it, but they were going off-message. We weren't even allowed to say "White House." I remember somebody asking about that, and being told to write "some in Washington."
I asked him or her (okay, it's a "him") how he felt when he saw the unflaggingly venomous Republican Convention.
Boy, I hope we didn't fuck up. That was my reaction.
But fuck up they had. After the Democratic Convention, Kerry's standing in the polls went up by 4 percent, the smallest post-convention bounce in the history of the Newsweek poll. Compare that to Bush's bounce of 13 percent.
Over in the Better Universe, that would be filed under "Got it. Lesson learned".

But seven years later, over in this Universe...

Remarks of President Barack Obama
Weekly Address
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Washington, DC

Now, I know that in this tough fiscal environment, it’s tempting for some in Washington to want to cut our investments in clean energy.

And again...

August 11, 2011

The White House Blog

President Obama: There’s Something Wrong with our Politics that We Need to Fix

"There are some in Congress right now who would rather see their opponents lose than see America win — and that has to stop.”

And again...

WEEKLY ADDRESS: Putting the American People First
Remarks of President Barack Obama
As Prepared for Delivery
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Washington, DC

That’s what’s holding us back – the fact that some in Congress would rather see their opponents lose than see America win.

No, Mr. President. not "some in Washington" or "Some in Congress". The words you are looking for are "those fucking Republicans who are trying to fuck me by fucking you the fuck up".

Or, what Markos said:

Bottom line, if Obama's approach to governing was proving popular, then there'd be little fault. If triangulating against liberals bolstered his numbers with independents, then that'd be cool! Heck, if slapping my first-born in the face bumped his numbers up with independents, I'd tolerate it. But it's not. His current approach isn't working. Capitulating to the GOP on matters big (and small) only reinforce the notion that he's weak. No one cares that he's the "grownup" in the room. No one cares that he's "reasonable" or "compromising" or "serious."

Because of the gutless unwillingness of anyone but shrill assholes of "The Professional Left" to name the true name of the monsters who are killing this country, we see once again how very much language speaks louder than words.

And so it goes.

Republican Protocol Droid


Discovers the Republican Party.

The further adventure of C3-BOBO, Human-Suburb relations…

In this Year of Our Lord 2011, Our Mr. Brooks has noticed that the Party of God seems to be doing some stuff that appears to be, um, harmful and consults his OEM Technical Manual --

The Republicans, and Rick Perry in particular, have a reasonably strong story to tell about decline. America became great, they explain, because its citizens possessed certain vigorous virtues: self-reliance, personal responsibility, industriousness and a passion for freedom.

But, over the years, government has grown and undermined these virtues. Wall Street financiers no longer have to behave prudently because they know government will bail them out. Middle-class families no longer have to practice thrift because they know they can use government to force future generations to pay for their retirements. Dads no longer have to marry the women they impregnate because government will step in and provide support.

Moreover, a growing government sucked resources away from the most productive parts of the economy — innovators, entrepreneurs and workers ...

There’s much truth to this narrative.
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-- to figure out how this can possibly be so.

Yet as great as the need is to streamline, reform and prune the state, that will not be enough to restore America’s vigorous virtues. This is where current Republican orthodoxy is necessary but insufficient.
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The United States became the wealthiest nation on earth primarily because Americans were the best educated. ...That advantage has entirely eroded over the past 30 years.
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Job creation was dismal even in the seven years before the recession, when taxes were low and Republicans ran the regulatory agencies. As economist Michael Spence has argued, nearly all of the job growth over the past 20 years has been in sectors where American workers don’t have to compete with workers overseas.
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Inequality is rising, and society is stratifying. Americans are less likely to move in search of opportunity. Social mobility has been flat for decades...

Republicans have done almost nothing to grapple with and address these deeper structural problems.

All of the failures Our Mr. Books articulates are, of course, not some weird anomalies of our political system, but actually the fundamental components of the Basic Operating System of Mr. Brooks' Conservatism, manifesting themselves more and more aggressively as it single-mindedly pursues its Prime Directive: Rolling back the 20th Century by any means necessary.

These are not glitches in your Republican Party, Mr. Brooks: these are its proudest features.

All of which Mr. Brooks knows this perfectly well but can never, ever say out loud. Because the day does is the day he will no longer have a job writing piffle like this for the New York Times.