Tuesday, July 04, 2017

Best. Orwellian. Turducken. Ever. *

A Fox News hobgoblin Tweeting about another Fox News hobgoblin who appeared on the program of the King of All Fox News Hobgoblins to lecture American about how a responsible and objective press is supposed to work.

Letting these people take a dump in his skull for 20 years is what turned your Crazy Uncle Liberty into a reprogrammable fascist meat puppet.

Help us find the cure.



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*The word turducken is a portmanteau of turkey, duck, and chicken. The dish is a form of engastration, which is a recipe method in which one animal is stuffed inside the gastric passage of another.

Today In Both Sides Do It: Matthew Dowd


It just never stops.

The DVR and Daniel Webster


And now we come to the portion of our entertainment when I give advice that I have a very hard time following myself.   Specifically, blowing a gasket at Republican base voters for loudly espousing one firmly held position or standard one week and then loudly espousing the exact opposite position or standard a week later is a waste of time.

Yes, they're despicable.  Yes, they're incredibly destructive. But this is not hypocrisy in the usual sense of the word:
the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one's own behavior does not conform; pretense.
Instead, it's like getting mad at your DVR because you played Blazing Saddles on it last night, but your kid used it to play a  Transformers atrocity the night before.  Because thanks to +25 years of conditioning, the Republican base voter is now merely a mindless, programmable device.  A piece of political hardware that does not notice or care that it routinely jettisons what it swore on the lives of its children it believed just yesterday and replaces it with today's Fox News/Hate Radio-approved message, which they also swear on  the lives of their children that they sincerely believe.

You cannot productively debate with an opponent like this because an opponent like this does not believe that words mean anything.  They are just expedient strings of phonemes that get them from here to there.  

You cannot reason with an opponent like this because an opponent like this sees no connection between what they said yesterday, what they say today and what they will say tomorrow.   

You cannot negotiate with an opponent like this, because agreements made today will simply vanish down the memory hole once they become inconvenient tomorrow.

Short of open warfare, the only way to stop them from being used to destroy our country is by relentlessly going after their operators and enablers.  

Monday, July 03, 2017

The Derangement of the Havisham Hacks



Conservatism is America has a problem.  Here is one of my Hot Takes on what Ailes (pun intended) the Right from five years ago, when using this sort of vocabulary to diagnose the GOP earned you permanent fringe outcast status as a strident, America-hating Lefty instead of a permanent column in the Washington Post or a permanent job at MSNBC as sadder-but-wiser "woke" Republican:
...to protect their egos (and, often, their incomes) instead of doing what we teach every child to do -- apologize when you are wrong -- the Right has collectively jumped past a spiritual event horizon and into a soul-darkness from which there is no return: a darkness in which imps and devils are always patiently waiting to take your hat and coat and make you extremely comfortable on the gentle, downward-sloping road to Hell.

This darkness comes with a promise and a catch: the promise is, that the Right will never, ever be called to account for the endless lies they have told and endless betrayals they have committed; the catch is that they can never leave, and no matter how repellent their neighbors become and no matter how humiliating and horrifying the lies become, they are obliged to shut up and go along with the program. With this promise comes the terrible, goosestepping power of a mob under harness, but with it also comes a grotesque fragility because to keep the darkness alive the Right has become a confederacy of Mrs. Havishams, rotting away in the gloom. 

And to make matters much, much worse, their decaying mansion sits on top of such a massive, leaky stockpile of lie upon lie, betrayal upon betrayal, hypocrisy upon hypocrisy and treason upon treason that the danger of one, stray non-Fox Approved fact accidentally glancing off another non-Fox and sparking off a conflagration is omnipresent. 

The entire Conservative enterprise is built on delusion and old dynamite, which is why every clock much forever remain stopped at one minute after Reagan's inauguration, every fact must be smothered under the stasis field of Rush Limbaugh roaring, rage-drunk bluster...
And (he said, transitioning cleverly) five years later we find it was not just the Right who have trapped themselves inside a fragile, decaying mansion of their own making.  Beltway Both Siderists who were kicked in the teeth and left at the altar by the Right decades ago still stubbornly insist on skulking about in their Miss Havisham rags of False Equivalence, hoping that one day the Party of Imaginary Reagan will miraculously reappear and sweep them off their feet.

But, now that the entire Republican Party from President Stupid right down the meatheads who still love, love, love President Stupid have proven beyond any doubt that the Left was right about the Right all along, these Both Siderist Havisham Hacks are all stuck with the same problem:  How can they keep flattering their employers and pandering to their nitwit Both Siderist fan base by bagging on the Left when the Left is clearly not the fucking problem?

Well, three Beltway Havisham Hacks have worked out three different solutions.

First, having done absolutely nothing but enable the forces on the Right that led to the rise of President Stupid, former George W. Bush chief speechwriter, senior Republican policy adviser and reliable Beltway Republican stalactite, Michael Gerson, is deeply concerned that the Left is now saying "fuck" too often when describing the abject disaster which people like Mr. Gerson created.
America is hacking away at its own democratic limb
Well someone is certainly hacking something.  But I digress.
...
But the main consequences are more public. What is the first law of political dynamics? Boorishness has an equal and opposite reaction (though Thursday’s Twitter assault on Mika Brzezinski may be hard to equal). My favorite example is that subset of Democrats (including the head of the Democratic National Committee) who believe that populism is demonstrated by profanity. What our sad and desperate politics really needs, in this view, is more f-words.

The reaction, however, reaches beyond language. A portion of the Democratic Party views “resistance” as an excuse for ideological purification — a franker socialism in economics, a stricter uniformity of cultural views, a determination to use tolerance as a cudgel. The decadence of the administration is producing Savonarolas of the left.
Golly, Mr. Gerson.  I don't know what is left to say, except  Fuck.  You.  Michael.  Gerson.

Moving on.

Famous NY Magazine non-blogger and Washington D.C. shut-in Andrew Sullivan also sees fit to peer out of his Beltway cloister at a nation which he does not remotely understand and take a bite out the Left's collective ass because our Resistance to the catastrophe which his ideology created -- a Resistance being fought over a hundred issues in a thousand places by tens of millions of passionate and disparate Americans -- is not polite and orderly enough to suit him:
...And yet I have the sinking feeling that the strategy we’re seeing from the resistance is defeating itself.

Some of this has to do with the usual Democratic mediocrity. Pelosi has no ability to project a coherent message; Schumer seems entirely reactive; and the base has fixed its sights on a Russian-collusion fantasy that may eventually be revealed as a vegan nothingburger...

But it’s the cultural symbolism that is the most damaging. Yes, I know, Fox News would be scouring the earth for morsels of loony-left excess whatever liberals did. But do they have to make Tucker Carlson’s job so easy?...

And, look, I’m a huge defender of experimental theater — but did Shakespeare in the Park’s Julius Caesar have to be...

Credit also goes to the spoiled, cultish children of Evergreen State College whose racist intimidation of a progressive Jewish professor...

And an honorary mention to the lesbian group whose Dyke March in Chicago banned a rainbow flag with the Star of David on it ...

It doesn’t help matters that violence is also now associated with resistance. Middlebury’s postmodern mob resonated with every anti-intellectual fiber among the Trumpians. Ditto Berkeley’s...

The lack of any magnanimity among the victors of the culture war was also one of Trump’s aces last year....

...it’s the middle of the country we have to persuade. And we won’t do that by offending, alienating, and insulting them.
There is no "we" in this Andrew.  You know fuck-all about this country, much less its history, and much, much less the history of the middle of the country.  But it is certainly hilarious to see America's most famous gay, Catholic, Tory, True Conservative Beltway shut-in non-blogger making a fine living getting baked in his D.C. apartment and lecturing me about what will and will not play in Peoria.

And finally, Mr. McKay Coppins of The Atlantic tries a novel approach to the task of finding something shitty to say about the Left in the face of overwhelming Republican evil.  First, grab 'em with a shocking headline!  OMFG, the Left has gone just as raving mad as the Right!
How the Left Lost Its Mind
Polemicists, conspiracists, and outright fabulists are feeding an alternative media landscape—where the implausibility of a claim is no bar to its acceptance.
Except not really.
Over the past two decades, an immense amount of journalistic energy was spent exploring the right-wing media ecosystem—from talk radio, to Fox News, to Breitbart and beyond—and documenting its growing influence on mainstream GOP politics. This turned out to be a worthy and prescient pursuit, and if any doubt remains about that, I’d present “President Donald Trump” as Exhibit A. While serious Republicans in the political class spent years scoffing at the “entertainers” and “provocateurs” on the supposedly powerless fringe, the denizens of the fever swamp were busy taking over the party.
Except, see, maybe the Left could go nuts at some point in the future!
But 2017 poses the question: Could the same thing happen on the left?

It’s a prospect that deserves more serious attention and debate than it’s gotten this year...
And that would be bad!
Before we go on, let me try to quiet the cries of “False equivalence!” before they begin: No, these personalities and publications do not yet wield the same influence in the Democratic Party that their counterparts do in the GOP. But ignoring them would be a mistake.
Because Twitter!  But when Mr. Coppins indicts "The Left" on Twitter for, say, "the most prolific of the conspiracy-mongers tend to focus on the Russia scandal, weaving a narrative so sensationalistic and complex that it could pass for a Netflix political drama." he pretty much means Louise Mensch and her merry band.  Still ooga-booga!

Also FaceBook!
If Twitter is where liberal conspiracy theories germinate and spread among news junkies, Facebook is where anti-Republican propaganda can go wide.
For his stats on the Left Losing Its Mind On Facebook, Mr. Coppins focuses in on "the frenzied final weeks of the 2016 election" which seems like a wildly dishonest bit of cherry picking: like drawing long-range conclusions about the efficacy of a marriage by what was happening at 2:00 A.M. at the bachelor party that preceded it.

And blogs (but not this one):
The roots of the liberal blogosphere can be traced back to the early Bush years, when Markos Moulistas launched the Daily Kos to crusade against “an oppressive and war-crazed administration” and Josh Marshall used Talking Points Memo to take the Senate Majority Leader to task. A decade and a half later, some of the blogs of that era have matured into more professional news sites, like TPM, while others have disappeared. But in 2017, the left has more niche political sites than ever, and in many ways they make up the core of its modern media ecosystem.
And podcasts (but not mine):
The constellation of popular podcasts that has emerged on the left serves many of the same functions that right-wing talk-radio hosts served for their audiences in their early days. They provide a mix of commentary, entertainment, and partisan catharsis; a safe space to process the daily onslaught of bad news.
This really isn't "reporting" in any sense of the word, so much as it is lazy, hammock-based spit-balling about what might happen if certain minor trends suddenly run completely out of control along a completely unlikely trajectory.  But the thing is, there really is a genre for that kind of writing.  It is called "Science Fiction" and long before Mr. Coppins was born writers like Robert Heinlein were making a living writing speculative tales of possible futures including this one literally entitled ""If This Goes On -- ":

The story is set in a future theocratic American society, ruled by the latest in a series of fundamentalist Christian "Prophets". The First Prophet was Nehemiah Scudder, a backwoods preacher turned President (elected in 2012), then dictator (no elections were held in 2016 or later).
And now that I know The Atlantic buys shitty science fiction at premium prices, all I can say is thank God I finally have a place to send all those stories that The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction and Asimov's Science Fiction have already politely rejected.

Sunday, July 02, 2017

Sunday Morning Comin' Down



The GOP, as you know, are the "some of the people" who, as Lincoln observed, can be "fooled all of the time. " Literally.  All of the time.  They are that fucking lost.

But to be willing to be played for absolute chumps decade after decade, can't be a half-ass thing.  You have to really commit to it.  You have to go all-in on being a voluntarily brainwashed meathead, which means as you inevitably sink deeper and deeper into the ravages of lies and depravity that your lifestyle demands, you not only have to burn down and wall off everything that might cause you to catch an unflatteringly reflected glimpse of your malignant idiocy, but you have to learn to take a kind of smirking delight in being seditious, paranoid asshole.

It's got to get good to you, as the kids say.

And a mob of 63 million who are just that far gone -- who laugh as they set everything on fire because at long last the only thing that can assuage their contempt for Reality is inflicting misery on others -- is what the GOP has become.  Top to bottom.  Side to side.  From sea to shining sea.

And having spent years very profitably deflecting and denying and equivocating their was around the obvious fact that the GOP was become a madhouse, the Sunday Shows are now in a sudden and collective tizzy over the fact that, well, let's let Stephen King explain:
The Sunday Shows are a corrupt and decrepit relic of a time long gone: a menagerie of the same, tired, discredited hack and con men who are trotted out year after year to mouth the same, vapid, irrelevant script.  And, as such, they are almost uniquely incapable of providing any insight into what the fuck has gone wrong with our politics, or any clue as to what to do about it.

So this week, fuck 'em.

Instead, if you would like a clue as to how long we on the Left have been fighting the same, zombie horde of voluntarily brainwashed meatheads while the Beltway media ran in circles wailing about the incivility of Everyone On Both Sides, I give you this essay I wrote nearly a decade ago.

Understanding the Right #1


Junkie logic.

The last lie a junkie tells himself isn't "I’m not an addict."

The last lie a junkie tells himself is "My being a addict doesn't matter."

And in the Conservative Crack House of Many Doors, Ronald Reagan was that first cocktail. The first line of coke. The first needle. The first "Holy Mother of God!” WOWGASM that shotguns right through the blood/brain barrier, reformats your entire ethical hard drive, and scrimshaws a brand new Prime Directive on the inside of your skull.

Listen to any aging wingnut sighing and jerking sadly off to a tattered photo of Saint Ronnie -- despite the fact that the catastrophes we are now reaping were sown by his ruinous ideology -- and you can hear every addict who ever lived pining for that first Perfect High. The one they spend the rest of their days chasing, regardless of the size of the debts they run up or the ruined lives they leave in their wake.

Clinton? Objectively, Clinton qualifies as the greatest Center/Right President in history, and with balanced budgets, GATT, welfare reform, NAFTA, DOMA, record surpluses, foreign and domestic terrorists brought to book, and an actual military victory, he arguably delivered to the wingnuts more of everything they ever said they wanted than anyone else.

And they hated him for it.

Why?

Because Clinton was mere addiction maintenance delivered in measured doses under adult supervision: all policy-wonk that wasn’t cut with that industrial-waste-grade bigoted, psychotic bloodlust that gives Conservatism its wild, freebasing edge. Clinton was methadone, and for the hardcore lifestyle junkie, that shit is for babies.

And Dubya? Dubya was meth with a ketamine chaser delivered hammer-and-anvil directly to the lizard brain.

Dubya was 40 million Pig People tired of the hard, fussy job of being a tolerant, powerful democracy finally once-and-for-all blowing America’s family inheritance on an eight-year, blood-drunk bender.

Dubya was the United States crawling through dumpsters at our national soul’s midnight, killing anything that moves, licking out the contents of random baggies, hoping the little white flakes clinging to the plastic is crank and not rat poison, and waking up the next day -- that horrible, horrible sun-also-rises morning after -- broke and twitchy, arguing over what more they can sell off to keep the party going and who they can blame for their gone-to-shit lives.

So what is the last lie a Conservative tells himself? The last lie that the junkies and their suppliers both fight like hell to keep alive and twitching?

That, whether or not their ideology is depraved or deluded, it doesn’t matter because:
“Both side are always equally wrong about everything all the time.”
Doesn’t matter the who or what. The when or how. Doesn’t matter who was driving the bus towards the cliff and who was waving the red flags, throwing their bodies in front of it, trying to make it stop. Doesn’t matter who was trying to douse the conflagration with hoses shredded by 20 year of Reaganism, and who was lobbing milk cartons full of jellied gasoline onto the bonfire.


It is the lie that David Fucking Brooks pushes in the pages of the New York Times.

It is the lie that made David Broder the “Dean” of the Villagers; the lie on which the quarterly profits of the entire Murdoch media empire now rests.

Because these people and thousands more like them are not journalists or “pundits” or expert who offer facts or interpretation or a philosophical framework for illuminating and contextualizing the events of the world.

They are pushers, selling that last, nihilistic lie to the junkies on the Right who will pay any price and cut any throat to escape the fact that they are personally and specifically responsible for the destruction of the country they claimed to love in the name of a God they claim to believe in.

Which is why November 4th is so much more than an election.

November 4th is an Intervention, because the junkie-pusher spiral of the Republican rank-and-file and their leaders has finally hit bottom: we need to heal this country or lose it, and arguing -- "reasoning" -- with wingnuts and their enabling shills and hacks is as pointless as trying to reason with addicts and dealers.

The only way this country is going to be saved is by taking it away from them, school board by school board, city council by city council, congressional district by congressional district, state by state, election by election until they are driven back into the political sewers from whence they came.
In October of 2008 this is exactly how obvious it had already become that the Republican Party -- the entire Republican Party -- had lost its damn mind.

So perhaps you can understand the level of frustration that some of us feel as we watch the same fucking dissembling Beltway muppets still being wildly overpaid to flog the same toxic lies all these years later.

Noted Both Siderist Yells Impotently At Oncoming Avalanche



This is why most Washington media creatures stay well inside Beltway Green Zone. Because if they venture out into the countryside there is always the danger that some asshole with an Improvised Recording Device might pop up and ask them, "So are you now agreeing with driftglass that the Left has been right about the Right all along?"

And that one question, properly times and executed, has the potential to fuck up their career beyond repair.

Friday, June 30, 2017

Professional Left Podcast #395

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David Brooks: Tummlers and 'Splainers



After a week of getting baked 24/7 with Walter Isaacson and Henry Kissinger at the Aspen Ideas Festival, it was clear that Mr. Brooks was in no shape to produce his 800 words of contractually-obligated bibble for The New York Times of bibble on Friday.  And so, at a all-night auction-and-resume-frottage marathon that would make the late Hunter S. Thompson  weep to see what has happened to respectable drug culture in this country, the rights to write a real, live "David Brooks column" were sold to Khori"Sans Serif" Mosh-Wittenstein-upon-Daffodil: a 22-year-old millionaire /visioneer/ disruptarian currently tearing up the cosseted oligarch lecture "scene" (as the kids say) which his new book, "Times New Roman:  The Hidden Reciprocal Palliative of the Global Economic Order".

Which is a hurry-up/follow-up to his first book, the New York Times best-seller, "How Garamond Font Destroyed The Virtuous Ideal".

The sales was transacted with two conditions.

First, the title had to be something frivolous and stupid and "Brooksian" enough to get a whole room full of stoned plutocrats roaring.
Tuners and Spinners
Check.

Second, Mr. Brooks specified that since the editorial standards of The New York Times op-ed page were so fucking rigorous (gales of laughter from the wasted plutocrats at this punch-line, further demonstrating why Mr. Brooks is their favorite tummler* and 'splainer*) the column must be written according to the Secret David Brooks Style Book, which your humble scrivener risked life and limb to revealed to the world for the first time seven long years ago ("How To Write a David Brooks Column -- In just 10 Easy Steps you'll be punditting like a pro!):

1) Pick a subject. Any subject. From Tasseled Loafers to Torture, it literally does not matter.

2) Quote extensively from one person or group on the subject. It's OK to just more-or-less copy and paste in big hunks of what whatever-you-happen-to-be-reading-at-the-moment to flesh out your 800-word column. Here at the Times we call that "research"!

3) Quote from some other person or group on the same subject who appears to hold a different opinion. If no actual opposition exists, just put on your Magic Green Jacket and invent an opposing opinion.

4) Although such is not the case with today's subject, as often as possible, try to impute these fictional distinctions to the different hemispheres of the political Universe. So no matter how bigoted, reckless or just bugfuck crazy the Right behaves, you just go right ahead and blandly assert with no supporting evidence whatsoever that the Left is equally and oppositely bad in exactly the same qualities and quantities. Here at the Times we call that "seriousness"!

5) Discover in your final paragraph or two that -- amazingly! -- the precise midpoint between those two completely artificial positions on an imaginary spectrum just happens to be exactly the Right and Reasonable answer!

Oh boy!

6) Rinse and repeat. No matter what the subject, no matter how false or bizarre the equivalence, just rinse and repeat. Twice a week.

7) Every week.

8) Year.

9) After year.

10) After year.
And seven years later, I leave it to you, dear reader to determine how accurately Mr. Mosh-Wittenstein-upon-Daffodil has risen to the challenge of mimicking Mr. Brooks' vapid-robot-who-no-longer-gives-a-shit style...

Cass Sunstein, the eminent Harvard law professor and writer, notes that some people are spinners and some people are tuners.

The spinner is the life of the party...

The spinner is funny, socially adventurous and good at storytelling, even if he sometimes uses his wit to maintain distance from people...

Spinners are great at hosting big parties...

The tuner makes you feel known...

The tuner is good at empathy and hungers for deep connection...

The tuner may be bad at small talk, but in the middle of a deep conversation the tuner will ask those extra four or five questions, the way good listeners do..

Spinning and tuning are different kinds of courage — the courage to be adventurous and the courage to be intimate. It seems to me that spinners and tuners each have their own kinds of happiness and sadness.

I even think writers and thinkers fall into these categories. Shakespeare, Einstein and Isaiah Berlin were...

Dante, Proust and Toni Morrison fall into the...

There’s one final social category I just learned about, from a talk I heard Sherry Turkle of M.I.T. give at the Aspen Ideas Festival.

She observed that some 4-year-olds wander on to the beach with their own shovel and bucket. They’re fine to play alone, but they’re welcoming if anybody wants to join them. They have a mixture of self-sufficiency and sociability. Turkle noticed that other kids are drawn to these kids, just as they recoil from the kid who doesn’t have a bucket and is needy for theirs.

So my lesson of the week is: Go into every social occasion with your own bucket. Be a spinner when life’s going good, a tuner when things go down, and have a great Fourth of July weekend.
I'd say the kid nailed it.

*Tummler: An employee - usually male - of a Borscht Belt resort charged with the duty of entertaining guests throughout the day by providing any number of services, from comedian to master of ceremonies.

*Splainer:  a combining form extracted from mansplain, and meaning “to explain or comment on something in a condescending, overconfident, and often inaccurate or oversimplified manner, from the perspective of the group one identifies with,”