Trump supporters being naughty to the press.
Trump supporters being naughty to the press.
Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump is ready to fight Joe Biden, after the Vice President said he’d like to take Trump “behind the gym.”
“I’d love that. I’d love that. Mr. Tough Guy,” Trump said during a rally in Florida, after highlighting Biden’s comment.
“You know, he’s Mr. Tough Guy,” he said.
Trump continued, mocking Biden for merely talking tough.
“You know when he’s Mr. Tough Guy? When he’s standing behind a microphone by himself,” he said.
Trump appeared willing to take Biden up on his offer.
”Some things in life you could really love doing,” he said as the crowd cheered.
WikiTakealeaks has just released another stream of damning text messages from Hillary and her slave subalterns. Among the new revelations:
— Can’t remember the names of TV and movie stars once idolized in youth. Clark who? Gary who? Cary who? Hedy who? Christopher Walken. Who?
— Often stumbles and nearly falls making the trip to the coffee machine for that first cup of morning joe.
— Has to hang onto various pieces of furniture just navigate a smallish room.
— Gets mysteriously angry with longtime friends who say dumb things they think are smart.
— Uses four letter words a lot more now than before.
— Has no idea just how bad a football team Yale has this year.
— Thinks Mariska Hargitay is getting fat but can’t remember the name of her TV show.
— Has to splay feet going downstairs in the morning to avoid falling all the way down.
— Laughs suddenly for no reason, as if some voice in the head said something amusing. Startles and alarms everybody in the room.
— Keeps switching eyeglasses trying to find a pair that works, then loses them all in a matter of moments.
— Can’t find anything to wear that doesn’t look too old, too young, too dumb.
— Somehow causes light bulbs to burn out just by turning them on.
— Can’t do arithmetic sums in the head anymore.
— Can’t remember that Sammy and Rikki are not Shroedinger’s Greyhound, alive and dead at the same time.
Those leaks weren’t about Hillary. They were about me. Why I’m voting for Trump.
Have it on good authority I’m a deplorable racist idiot. Can’t remember who said it, but it must be true Because HILLARY.
The French! Racine! OMG.
October 23, 2015
Had a French teacher back in the day. You know. A real teacher. Navy vet. Holder of six radar patents. He heard about the reading list for the French AP exam and clapped Camus’s The Stranger on his desk. “Gentlemen,” he said. He always called us gentlemen. “I’ve been told you’re supposed to read this book if you want to do well on the AP exam. Here it is. If you want to read garbage, I offer it to you freely. But you will not read it in my classroom.” He was six feet tall, white haired, taught us in odd moments about the meaning of modern art and anything else that took his fancy, and we all feared and idolized him.
So. We hewed to the classics. No women writers, for example. (I did a search for “not very good women writers, French, and came up with this list.) One thing Mr. Miller taught us you might not know. The great moments in drama — you know, plays — are few and far between. Most critics say these moments have happened four times. Mr. Miller said only three.
The Greeks. Aeschylus, Euripedes, and Sophocles. Skip ahead a millennium and you get to the English. Shakespeare, and on his best day, Marlowe. Then came, belatedly as usual, the French. Racine and Corneille. Who really honestly actually were almost as good as Shakespeare.
Racine did Phaedra. Corneille did El Cid. Who back in the day would have looked like Charlton Heston and Sophia Loren or thereabouts.
Regardless. Racine and Corneille were both great. Not that millennials would know. Uneducated tools. Shakespeare? Who?
Why I recorded the soliloquy of Phaedra from Racine’s play. I should rerecord it, because I forgot that women’s soliloquies are always at high volume and not controlled. But I’m tired at the moment, and I’m asking you to imagine that some Phaedra could internalize her insanity. To some degree. Perhaps not. But I’ll rerecord it tomorrow. Okay? Here’s the poor English version:
PHAEDRA: Ah! cruel Prince, too well
You understood me. I have said enough
To save you from mistake. I love. But think not
That at the moment when I love you most
I do not feel my guilt; no weak compliance
Has fed the poison that infects my brain.
The ill-starr’d object of celestial vengeance,
I am not so detestable to you
As to myself. The gods will bear me witness,
Who have within my veins kindled this fire,
The gods, who take a barbarous delight
In leading a poor mortal’s heart astray.
Do you yourself recall to mind the past:
‘Twas not enough for me to fly, I chased you
Out of the country, wishing to appear
Inhuman, odious; to resist you better,
I sought to make you hate me. All in vain!
Hating me more I loved you none the less:
New charms were lent to you by your misfortunes.
I have been drown’d in tears, and scorch’d by fire;
Your own eyes might convince you of the truth,
If for one moment you could look at me.
What is ‘t I say? Think you this vile confession
That I have made is what I meant to utter?
Not daring to betray a son for whom
I trembled, ’twas to beg you not to hate him
I came. Weak purpose of a heart too full
Of love for you to speak of aught besides!
Take your revenge, punish my odious passion;
Prove yourself worthy of your valiant sire,
And rid the world of an offensive monster!
Does Theseus’ widow dare to love his son?
The frightful monster! Let her not escape you!
Here is my heart. This is the place to strike.
Already prompt to expiate its guilt,
I feel it leap impatiently to meet
Your arm. Strike home. Or, if it would disgrace you
To steep your hand in such polluted blood,
If that were punishment too mild to slake
Your hatred, lend me then your sword, if not
As read by me in the original Greek, here:
Oh. The fourth age of drama? Moron critics think Arthur Miller and Eugene O’Neill and Tennessee Williams made that happen. Did I use the word morons already? Then I’m out of useful adjectives.
If she does have a link, I’ll be a proud papa. I, a lowly writer, made this tiny movie of silly news stiffs, and every image, word, and sequence was chose by MEEEEE!!!!
Or someone who looked very much like me. There can’t be that many skinny blond old guys with cool shades who don’t live in Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Russia, or possibly Scotland, uh, Ohio.
THE XOFF NEWS TEAM. A book you never knew you needed. Just like us Scots. From Ohio.
You know, all about sexual allegations and how deadly seriously liberals take them. You know, we white billionaire Wall Streeters and our millionaire toadies in the MSM and Congress just luuuuuv our women. You know, fishnets and crotchless, just the way those evil Republicans pretend the Kennedys like. (Go ahead. Click here and there and keep clicking till you get somethin’ gooood.)
Apparently, St. Megyn had a big dust up with Newt Gingrich last night. He stared into the cleavage of her low cut top and accused her of being obsessed with sex. Then he licked his lips. “I am NOT,” she stormed, then tossed her hair saucily.
No need to analyze. It’s all predictable. Read and learn.
Another Nail in my Literary Coffin (Take the link if you want the pics. They’re good.)
Already explained in my sordid past about the dastardly satirical manuscript called The Naked Woman. How I lost my career as a writer. Here’s one more proof of my hate crime.
PMS & DIMINISHED FEMALE CONSCIOUSNESS:
An Interview With Bellman Gerber
Perhaps the pivotal event in Dog Pound sex difference research was the (private) publication of a book-length treatise titled Beyond Intelligence: The Impact of PMS on Female Consciousness. The author of this work was Dr. Bellman Gerber, a medical doctor and psychology PhD. who was abruptly terminated from a tenured position at Harvard when a copy of the manuscript reached the desk of his department chairman. Gerber’s daring claim that the interior ‘mind space’ of the average human female is “about the size of an evening bag, barely adequate to contain a mirror-compact and a driver’s license,” represented the conceptual breakthrough which led to the quest for a Grand Unified Theory of Women. Dr. Gerber agreed to the formidable challenge of trying to summarize his theories in a classroom interview.
Tiny in physical stature, Gerber is nevertheless a bundle of energy, leaping frequently to his feet to illustrate key concepts on the blackboards that surround the room. By the end of our session, the lower third of every board is covered with dense chalkscript. I learned later that Gerber’s students and colleagues are so used to this phenomenon they have given it the affectionate name “Gerber’s class ring.” It made me feel as though I had matriculated but was still a long way from graduation.
RL: What gave you the idea to start the work that led to Beyond Intelligence?
Gerber: Women. Sherlock Holmes noticed the dog that didn’t bark in the night. I noticed the evidence of consciousness that my women students didn’t display. Genuine intellectual curiosity. Idea transference—that is, the ripple effect which occurs when new learning in one area rearranges your mental models in other areas. Aggressive in-your-face questioning. Runaway learning—the kind that happens when an idea takes your mind-space hostage and dares you to solve its mysteries. In twenty years of teaching I saw these behaviors in hundreds of male students and hardly ever in women. Actually, never. I wanted to understand why.
RL: Was there a specific event that moved you from wondering to active investigating?
Gerber: Yes. Through the Dog Pound, I heard about the Roker-Wythington challenge to traditional IQ testing and their bold attempt to demonstrate that human intelligence varies not by incremental percentages but by staggering multiples—multiples as high as 20,000 or more. I was also intrigued by their almost automatic assumption that average female intelligence was substantially lower than average male intelligence. I guess it helps to be working in Australia, where it’s still okay to use common sense in academic reasoning. I liked the simplicity and directness of the MuF IQ model. I just didn’t think it went far enough. They estimated female intelligence at 10 percent of male intelligence. My own hunch was that it’s far less than that, maybe only one or two percent.
RL: But it got you started on the road to PMS?
Gerber: Yes. I acknowledge my debts. Hats off to Roo Roker and Ian Wythington. It took guts—and a lot of brains—to do the pioneering work they did. And it was also Ian who pointed me in the right direction to find an answer. He explained that the old IQ scale, which allowed for a maximum 100 percent variation in human intelligence, came from obsolete systems theory. It was a machine model, which postulated that differences in system output had to be directly proportional to differences in system input.
These days we know that’s not true. The principle of ‘sensitive dependence on initial conditions’ tells us that small changes in system input can result in huge changes in system output. Roker-Wythington’s work was not focused on why it is that women are so much less intelligent than men, though, so they obviously didn’t pursue the idea much farther. When I went to work on the ‘why’ question, Ian’s formulation reminded me I was looking for some possibly modest differential between men and women that could blow up into the monstrous gap in intelligence we observe.
RL: And you found it?
Gerber: Oh yes. It was obvious. It had been there all along. Even traditional science had discovered, confirmed it, and then promptly shelved it. It explained everything.
RL: Don’t keep us hanging here…
Gerber: (Laughing) Pattern recognition. It’s one of the few sex differences that was repeatedly identified before the Dog Pound got organized. I guess most people thought, ‘So what? Boys can recognize patterns better than girls. Now we know why women can’t read maps. Big deal.’ But it is a big deal. A very big deal, as it turns out.
RL: I didn’t know maps were that important.
Gerber: Certain kinds of maps are. You haven’t met Blaine Pasco yet, have you? The guy who designed the artificial woman and beat the Turing Test?
RL: No. I will in a couple of weeks, though.
Gerber: Amazing kid. He started as a hacker. Broke into the electronic banking system and flooded it with phony transactions when he was thirteen. But you’ve heard stories like that before, right?
RL: Lots of them.
Gerber: Heard of any female hackers?
RL: No. Except on TV and in the movies. But not in real life, no.
Gerber: Why do you suppose that is? I was really intrigued by Roker-Wythington’s selection of ‘Use an electronic spreadsheet’ as a garden variety intellectual feat. One women can’t accomplish, of course—not without extreme difficulty at any rate. How do you think a kid like Pasco gets from ‘use spreadsheet’ to ‘break into a vast international software system guarded by layers of brilliantly designed security systems’?
RL: He learns.
Gerber: Yes. But how does he learn? Or more properly, how does he manage to learn by leaps and bounds, mastering bigger, more complex chunks of information with each new trial? How does he climb the exponential intelligence curve of the MuF Log?
RL: He builds on what he already knows and uses it to learn more.
Gerber: Exactly. The principal mechanism in that process is pattern recognition. Another way to say it is that he’s a natural mapmaker. He learns the spreadsheet, but not just the keystrokes. He recognizes the pattern of the way it works. When he encounters a new program, he doesn’t approach it as a brand new subject and sit down with a stack of manuals. He pitches the manuals into the corner and goes right to work, using his own map of the conceptual terrain he’s covered in his prior experience.
The name of the mechanism he’s using is ‘metaphor.’ It’s not just a figure of speech from poetry class. It’s the single most powerful means of learning there is. This is like that. What else might be the same? What’s different? The search for pattern thrusts the mind instantaneously into the realm of manipulating brand new information. That’s why it’s infinitely superior to the preferred female learning technique of rote memorization, which is simply the filing of inert data.
Metaphor enables us to understand something new right away and to be systematic in exploring the unknown. It is far and away the most important application of pattern recognition.
After I hit on the obvious idea that this might be the primary cause of the sex difference in intelligence, there were only two things I had to do. First, decide whether pattern recognition could be shown to have a multiplying effect on intelligence. And second, find evidence that males were indeed routinely using their superior pattern recognition capability to boost their rate and quantity of learning. In other words, can men be proven to have better sources and more frequent applications of metaphor? I think I’ve accomplished both tasks.
RL: Let’s start with the first one. (Author’s Note: Duh. There’s not much you can do about your brilliance in an interview when you discover it in the transcript after the fact—except acknowledge it.) You say you can show me how pattern recognition leads to a 99 percent differential between male and female intelligence?
Gerber: Yes. I can show you right here on the blackboard. Let’s start by borrowing Roker-Wythington’s graph of female intelligence, which is almost linear. It starts with all of them—or most anyway—being able to use a McDonald’s cash register. It hits bottom at ‘use spreadsheet.’ Now, forget that this is supposed to be a curve of intelligence in general. Instead, imagine that it’s a curve of a very specific kind of intelligence—say, ‘electronic spreadsheet intelligence’—which is one of many directions in which a curious person can use his mind. (See Figure 1.)
RL: Okay. Could you maybe write a little bigger?
Gerber: Sorry. My students are always on me about that too. Is this better? We’ll start with the hacker example. ‘Electronic spreadsheet’ is one direction the mind can take. But there are others, which also start from the ‘I’ who is using his brain. So we can imagine another line and another curve which we might call ‘electronic drawing software intelligence.’ (See Figure 2.) Are you with me?
RL: Yes indeedy.
Gerber: And a third direction, which we’ll call ‘electronic publishing software intelligence.’ (See Figure 3.) You see what we’re building here?
RL: The spokes of a wheel.
Gerber: Yes. And the number of potential spokes is infinite. Any curious mind can send out a new spoke in any direction which interests him. Literature. Chemistry. Knitting. Basketball. Music. And so on. We’ll just call it ‘n’ direction to stand for any and all. (See Figure 4.)
RL: But in the examples you’ve drawn, the separation between the spokes isn’t exactly clean. I mean, it’s not as clean as the graph makes it look.
RL: Because there’s a relationship between them. There’s some overlap. You already described the fact that Blaine Pasco uses one to learn about the other.
Gerber: You’re right. Let’s see how we’d show that on our graphic. Here’s the situation when Blaine has already reached a stage of mastery in the direction of ‘electronic drawing package intelligence.’ (See Figure 5.) He has the electronic publishing software loaded on his computer. He knows a little bit about it. What he’s read on the package. He’s already thrown the manuals onto the pile of dirty socks in the corner. The gray outline on our graphic is the level of proficiency he needs or wants in ‘electronic publishing intelligence.’ Okay?
RL: Software in computer, manuals on sock pile. Got it.
Gerber: Now he starts to play with the new software. He tries things, based on what he already knows from his ‘electronic drawing package intelligence.’ This is an application of pattern recognition. It is the use of metaphor, whether Blaine got a 200 or an 800 on his Verbal SAT. The process looks like this. (See Figure 6.) The space between the two curves is the field of metaphor. It is bridging the gap.
RL: And so he learns very quickly.
Gerber: More than that. The flow is not one way. Connections are being established back and forth. The new software may teach him more about the old software. What he sees in both he recognizes as a general pattern, an abstraction that resides between the two curves. In short, a realm of mind-space is being created. (See Figure 7.)
The two individual curves are planes, existing in two dimensions. The metaphor activity is giving us a third dimension, which means that it is adding infinitely to Blaine’s intelligence. In his case, we can depict the new mind-space this way (See Figure 8.) It is a new room in Blaine’s ‘I’. It is a direct increase in his consciousness, a realm in which he can think, build, create—between the two very specific lines of intelligence that gave rise to this space.
RL: But you’re also saying it doesn’t have to happen that way.
Gerber: Of course not. In these terms, Pasco is a genius. He gets the maximum return from his computer-related metaphor making. You or I might build a space between these two curves that looks more like this. (See Figure 9.) The manuals are still tossed in the corner, but we don’t get quite as much out of the ‘playing’ we do.
RL: And if you do open the manuals?
Gerber: You mean, if I’m a girl?
RL: Yes. No pile of dirty socks to file the manuals on.
Gerber: Then I’m in a different situation altogether. If I’m a girl, I think I have to use the manual. It’s the only way to learn. It’s the same kind of logic that makes women think you have to have a college degree in a subject to know anything about it. So I’m looking for the list, the recipe, the ‘correct’ way to do electronic publishing, and anything I know about electronic drawing packages I put away and don’t look at. Like it’s a dress I’ve already worn a few times. I may occasionally recognize a similarity, but it’s not something I use. When this happens, it’s an accidental, passive kind of metaphor-making. I draw very few inferences from it. I don’t generalize, I don’t make the leap that frees me to engage in abstract, plastic manipulation of concepts. What I do is follow the directions. So the new mind-space I add as a result looks more like this. (See Figure 10.)
Mind Space with a focus.
RL: And you’re saying that this is how all mind-space is built — how consciousness is created and expanded.
Gerber: How else would it be created? Consciousness is itself a metaphor—a mental space that’s like some part of the world or its underlying nature. Why do you think we talk about mental activity in terms of reflection? Because that’s exactly what it is. That’s why reflective space has to be built by metaphor. It’s also why we can use a graphic to depict it.
Our simplified model for Blaine might look like this when we’re through (See Figure 10A.) The new slices of space created between spokes join up at the central ‘I’ of his mind. He can operate in the entire space—use it to create a really big conception, like ‘What would it take to crash the electronic banking system in the United States?’ You see, there’s nothing deterministic about what this kind of space is used for. You can put anything in there. A jet engine. A trombone sonata. The all-time greatest baseball team. Your company’s 5-year strategic plan. As long as the space is big enough, it can contain anything. It provides the thinking capacity that makes genius possible. But it doesn’t ensure that we won’t get a Hitler or a serial killer as often as we’ll get a Michelangelo or a Michael Jordan.
RL: It sounds as if you’re saying that athletic greatness also depends on this kind of mind-space.
Gerber: Obviously it does. It’s merely an expression of intellectual bias to heap qualifiers on athletic genius, as if it were profoundly different from physics genius or artistic genius or even sexual genius for that matter. I believe Roo Roker made a reference to this. The differential between Michael Jordan and journeyman basketball players is not incremental. It can’t be explained by the incremental differences in physical bodies. It is a function of consciousness that adds something entirely new to the realm of the possible—imagines it and then turns image into reality. That’s genius.
RL: Then consciousness has to be the source of the huge resource increases Roker and Wythington claim are needed to move from ‘use electronic spreadsheet’ to ‘create Theory of Relativity’ in their IQ analysis.
Gerber: Yes. You’ve got to have enough room to lay out all your tools and raw materials and draw a pattern that’s big enough to get you there. You know, the other area of measured sex difference in male and female minds is ‘spatial perception.’ Doesn’t that seem highly suggestive to you? Boys are better than girls at perceiving distances and locations in space because they’re getting more practice at it, internally as well as externally. Very early on, boys are far better than girls at drawing the mechanics of a bicycle. Girl pictures are almost cubist in their lack of accountability to real physics.
RL: But the kind of intelligence difference — or consciousness difference — you’re talking about doesn’t show up in current IQ testing. Generally, women test out as being approximately equal in intelligence to men.
Gerber: (Smiling) You’d like to see how a female could score the same on a traditional IQ test and still be vastly less conscious, less intelligent?
RL: I have a feeling you’ve been waiting for me to ask that.
Gerber: I have. Here on the left is the completed Blaine Pasco model we were building one slice at a time (See Figure 11.) On the right is a model of a female who has individually learned as much about the same software applications—spreadsheet, drawing, publishing, and word processing, say—as Blaine. But she read the manuals and has drawn no conclusions. If we test them both on software operation—whether they can perform certain functions or not—she may test out as well as Blaine. After all, he probably stops learning the details when he has drawn the abstract lessons he wants. So the curves along her individual lines of direction are the same size and shape as Blaine’s. But the mind-space she has created through metaphor ‘playing’ is substantially smaller.
RL: But if you’re not good at spatial perception, the volume difference between these two might not be that obvious.
Gerber: Okay. For the ladies I can offer a different angle, the same comparison viewed from directly above. Identical test scores, different consciousness, different intelligence. (See Figure 12.)
Mind Space. Just spokes. No genius.
RL: That makes her mind look rather, well, insect-like, doesn’t it?
Gerber: It does at that. Have you by any chance already met with Eddy Stanhope and Arlo Meltz at the Garage?
RL: No. Why?
Gerber: You’re familiar with their work?
RL: No. Should I be?
Gerber: You’re not supposed to be just yet. Never mind.
RL: Are you holding out on me?
Gerber: Let’s get back to the diagram… Needless to say, the warehouse Blaine is working in here gives him more scope to consider new directions and boosts his learning speed in every direction. He’ll go on from this point to send out thousands of new spokes, compared to her mere handful. He can extend the length of any spoke he’s already got, and every new and extended spoke will add to his stockpile of powerful learning metaphors. Meanwhile, every manual she reads and every recipe she follows will close down some future learning opportunity. That’s why we have lots of male hackers, and zero female hackers.
RL: Wow. I still can’t get over the diagram. If intelligence is measured in terms of volume, then it’s easy to see how you arrive at the 99 percent differential.
Gerber: 98.8 percent to be precise. Reflection is not a female sport.
RL: I notice that you have a fondness for sports metaphors.
Gerber: Yes. I do. Men receive so much abuse for their obsession with sports. Like the way they’re derided for being ‘eternal little boys,’ which is to say that they keep playing all their lives. Just a few days ago, I saw a promo for some celebrity gold tournament. It was a goofy piece that showed a bunch of professional athletes joking around with golf ball and clubs. In about sixty seconds, they played half a dozen different sports with the golfing equipment—baseball, football, soccer, basketball… and it’s true they looked like a bunch of overgrown kids. But that promo was a perfect example of the superior male mentality—the free, spontaneous, easy use of metaphor. Never in a million years would you see women engaged in such a scene. ‘Golf clubs are for playing golf with. Quit horsing around.’
RL: Do sports also figure in your thoughts about the male edge in sources of metaphors?
Gerber: Very much so. Men build and use vast treasuries of metaphor resources. Women don’t. The ability to measure this is one of the major contributions of the Dog Pound. My book draws heavily on these. Ralph Plank’s initiative on The Female Physics Constraint. Eldon Keyes’s survey work on sex differences in breadth of knowledge and interests. Sanderson & Punchinello’s work on sex differences in slang-making. And, of course, the Locker Room’s work in the area of male-female libido. They’ve all added important pieces to the picture.
RL: Sounds complicated.
Gerber: It isn’t really. Somebody could look at the graphics I’ve drawn for you and say, ‘Looks interesting but you can’t prove it. You can’t prove differences in consciousness.’ Well, if I can demonstrate that you don’t have the raw materials to build something, and never have had, I’ve created a very good circumstantial case for the hypothesis that you didn’t build it. And that’s where we are with female consciousness today. We know they don’t have the raw materials for the building of mind-space.
RL: Which are…?
Gerber: Abundant sources of broadly applicable metaphor. That’s what distinguishes little boyhood from little girlhood. Little boys, from infancy to young adulthood, couldn’t be accumulating better metaphor resources if they had deliberately set out to do so. And little girls couldn’t be accumulating worse ones.
Boys push their bodies to the limit, learning how they work—and what their limits are. They acquire all kinds of everyday physics knowledge from throwing baseballs, climbing trees, racing and crashing their bikes, fighting, playing team sports and other games, cursing, masturbating, all the boy stuff.
They’re also acquiring crucial entry-level metaphors for all the biggest questions about existence, which they get from sports. Any game of sports is inherently an abstraction, an artificial arena governed by rules and subject to natural laws in such areas as ethics, esthetics, government, adaptive response, and even morality. Why do you suppose even highly intelligent men continue to use sports metaphors to communicate with each other and to motivate themselves?
During and after puberty boys plunge into an orgy of mechanical metaphors by tinkering with cars, racing on the highway, cracking up cars, trying to have sex in cars—not to mention the stuff they do with motorcycles, speedboats, jet-skis, snowmobiles, etc.
It’s a classic risk-reward scenario. Boys take what have always seemed foolish risks as they prepare to enter adulthood. Now we know why. There is a reward. The return on their ‘investment’ is new mind-space.
RL: Whereas little girls play with dolls and bake let’s pretend cookies.
Gerber: True. Little girls do not test the limits of their bodies, and there’s no very good evidence that they would do this even if we encouraged it. Their use of language couldn’t be more opposite from that of boys. From an early age, they incline not to vivid language or cursing, but to euphemism. They search for the mildest, least imagistic reference they can find to reference anything which might be considered vulgar or—to use a better word—earthy. In short, they are quite systematic in not acquiring the tools they need to understand the earth and the way things work in it.
Their notion of play is compartmentalized and imitative rather than exploratory; they tend to play with toys in the ways the toys were designed to be played with. They pretend to do grownup things, and in doing so, they follow the ‘recipe’ as closely as possible.
Boys, on the other hand, turn their toys to other purposes. They alter games from the original rules. They are always, obsessively, engaging in metaphor making. This is like that. This can be that. Girls are, as you put it, merely playing with dolls—small, controlled miniatures of themselves who have clothes to put on and roles to be marched safely through. No risk. No reward.
RL: Discounting for a moment the way these behaviors speak to your thesis, feminists would say that they are an environmentally imposed phenomenon. That women’s limitations are what society has made them.
Gerber: I know you have to pose that point, and so I mean no offense when I say it’s probably the single dumbest argument to be made about this stuff. What is it, do you suppose, that sends out the spokes from the hub of the ‘I’? It is curiosity. Passion. The joy of engagement with ideas. What all of these have in common is that they are so clearly intrinsic to the human being who has them. They are qualities which can be encouraged, but they can’t be taught. They can be suppressed, but only in the way that the safety valve of a steam boiler can be tied closed. Sooner or later the energy — and that’s what we’re talking about here, a boundless native energy — will explode into action. Just like the sex drive does when it’s denied too long.
If these characteristics were really being suppressed in women, we would see the evidence in all those areas of behavior which are, in fact, harder to control.
Girls would be as colorful and imaginative in their use of language as boys. They are not. They would be as rambunctious and mischievous as boys when left unsupervised. They are not. Girls would be as sexually obsessed as boys. They are not.
In fact, it is the huge sex difference with respect to libido which may underlie the entire difference in consciousness. From early puberty, boys’ most fantastic metaphor-making involves sex. A thirteen year old boy can see a double-entendre in absolutely anything. Sex is also the fire that drives the intellect, the chief inspiration for the cathedral of the mind. There is nothing a male will not attempt if he believes that it will make him sexually attractive to women.
RL: The Barbie Doll Curve makes it pretty obvious that women have a lower key approach to sex. Is this where PMS comes into your theory?
Gerber: Women simply do not think about building, creating, or doing something monumental for the purpose of increasing their sexual attractiveness. They think in terms of improving their appearance. A man builds a billion-dollar corporation. A woman buys a new dress. Then, more often than not, she simply waits to be approached. Think about this for a moment. It’s like a writer waiting for a publisher to ask him for the ‘Great Amerian Novel.’ It’s hardly an expression of passion, is it?
No one teaches women to be uninterested in sex. This is a realm of being that is too private for anyone to control. Perhaps the key indicator about the role of sex in mind-space building is that female metaphor-making does not increase at puberty. Instead, it actually declines as euphemism-making goes into high gear.
A lot of people think euphemisms are cute. I don’t. A euphemism is the exact opposite of a metaphor. Its purpose is to substitute a less accurate, less revealing term for reality. And starting at puberty, women go all out in this direction. It’s a wholesale flight from metaphor, from mind-space building.
This is the phase of female development we call Pubescent Metaphor Starvation or PMS. It’s fatal to their intellectual potential. The metaphor resources women don’t acquire between the ages of thirteen and eighteen will permanently limit their intelligence and their consciousness. There is no effective remedial measure we can envision.
RL: To sum up then, the proof of diminished consciousness lies in the evidence that has already been gathered about lack of female slang-making, lack of female sex drive, lack of female curiosity, and lack of female engagement in activities that provide good working metaphors, such as sports and auto mechanics.
Gerber: Yes. And there is one other. Lack of female genius. Genius cannot exist without huge interior mind-space. The whole male sex is, in a sense, a pool of genius candidates. Most of us don’t make it. Many of us are spectacular failures. But everything in the male approach to life is inherently optimized for the creation of such mind-space. That’s why genius is a male phenomenon. In some respects, you can regard it as a statistical game. For women to have produced so remarkably few instances of genius suggests that the entire female population is nowhere near the threshold, that their interior space is orders-of-magnitude less; otherwise, out of the five or six billion women who have ever lived, they would have produced at least a hundred or so geniuses by sheer statistical accident. Thanks to PMS and its root cause, this has not happened.
RL: What is the root cause of PMS? Why don’t women want to build up their supply of metaphors? Why aren’t they curious, passionate, entranced with ideas?
Gerber: For the answer to that, you’re going to have to wait till you meet Stanhope and Meltz. They’ll be pleased to show you the solution to the mystery.
RL: Thank you, Dr. Gerber.
Gerber: You thought I was going to talk about the other PMS, didn’t you?
RL: Yes. I did.
Gerber: Got you, didn’t I?
RL: Thank you, Dr. Gerber.
POSTSCRIPT. 99 out of 100 women will be too offended by this and other pieces in The Naked Woman to perceive that a mere work of satire has successfully dynamited accepted scientific theory regarding what intelligence is and what its range is. That says something important too. There’s a Glossary that is both funny and hard to refute without a sense of humor. But if you can stop fuming for a second, ask yourself whether it’s possible that Einstein is only twice as smart as a guy working the McDonalds cash register. Einstein has the whole universe in his mind space.
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
The Dinosaur Perspective
This latest entry requires a bit of setup because it began as a dialogue across the divide between conservatives and liberals. I discovered, on a “right-wing” website, a link to Pussification, a deliberately outrageous satirical essay by one Kim du Toit (kimdutoit.com), who delights in playing the unreconstructed male chauvinist gun nut. I found the piece funny, sharp and, in the way of good satire, incisively true in many essentials. Du Toit had also created a link to an extended dissenting opinion at a website called Philosoraptor (philosoraptor.blogspot.com). I read this essay as well and had a mixed reaction to it. The prose resonated with the usual liberal tone of superiority, and much of the argument marched down the predictable dogmatic path of secular egalitarian orthodoxy. Nevertheless, I sensed here and there an intent, an aspiration even, to be fair and even-handed: Philosoraptor went so far as to allow that du Toit’s argument included elements that in less ‘neanderthal’ hands might be worthy of further thought. I also suspected that the attempt at even-handedness was being undermined by youth, naivete, or both. For example, he began his argument thus:
“I’m torn about Kim du Toit’s essay about, as I’ll put it, avoiding his gratuitous crudity, the wimpification of the Western male. I’m inclined to ignore it, since it’s unlikely that anyone who found the essay insightful will listen to anything I have to say about it; but du Toit is full of shit, and that, combined with the apparent popularity of the essay on the right wing of the web makes it hard to ignore. I’m torn about it also because… I do think that the threat of wimpification is worth discussing. That’s why it’s too bad that du Toit’s essay is such a piece of crap–the wimpification point gets lost in a torrent of bigotry, falsehoods, and right-wing fantasies.”
I thought it laudable that he would consider up front the possibility that “wimpification is worth discussing.” I thought it very X-gen that he would haughtily shrink from the word “pussification” and then use the word “shit” in the very next sentence. As he proceeded with his extended denunciation of anti-feminist reaction, I also found myself doing a double-take at a few of his assumptions:
“Conservatism is currently the Colossus of American politics. Extremist conservatives control the Presidency and both houses of Congress, and conservatives exercise virtually unchallenged control of the political agenda… Never in my lifetime has one end of the political spectrum so dominated American public life.”
Let’s see: the last time one party held the presidency and both houses of Congress was… 1992? And then there was this:
“Here’s another textbook fallacy (note: sounds like “phallus,” but means something different. And, although I know you think that using a phallus makes you smart, using a fallacy does the opposite.) This fallacy is called the “post hoc fallacy” from post hoc ergo propter hoc. That’s Latin, which is an old language that smart people used to use. It means after this, therefore because of this. See, what you are saying is that government got bad after we foolishly started treating women as if they were human beings, letting them vote and suchlike. So, since it happened after women got the vote, it must have been women’s voting that caused it. Textbook fallacy. Oops…I meant: textbook fallacy, dumbass. First, government has probably gotten less intrusive since women got the vote. The government has, since then, become less likely to interfere with sex acts between adults, abortion, and contraceptive use. It was, until recently, less likely to tell us what we could and couldn’t read. But, far more importantly, the country has become far more just and fair since women got the vote—think about the Civil Rights and Voting Rights Acts of the early ‘60’s. Since these were passed after women got the vote, should women get the credit for them? You know, men did have al little something to do with ‘em. Especially Lyndon Johnson. You should like Johnson—he’s a little like W. He’s from Texas, and he lied to get us into a war. But he cared about civil rights, so he’s different, too.”
Government less intrusive since 1920? (Time out for head scratching.) I was convinced I was reading the work of a youngster, and so, looking past the actual subject of his diatribe, I sent Philosoraptor an email in which I suggested that his perceptions were distorted by ignorance attributable to his youth. I was somewhat patronizing but not hostile. I suggested that he suspend his automatic assumption of superiority over dinosaurs such as Du Toit and (by implication) me.
I promptly received a courteous reply from Philosoraptor. He told me I was mistaken in my assessment of his youth. He told me he was 40 years old. (More head scratching.) He shared some particulars of his background and upbringing. He reemphasized his scorn for du Toit but conceded he might have been wrong in his assertions about a trend toward less intrusive government. He also allowed that there were extremists at both ends of the political spectrum but opined that the extreme left had been effectively marginalized, while the extreme right had contrived to capture the center of political debate. He thanked me for writing.
Thereupon, I was moved to write the following:
I grant that 40 isn’t a kid anymore, and I was initially surprised when you clocked in at that age, but it has caused me to rediscover an idea I’ve considered in the past. I am 50, older than you but only moderately so in chronological terms. Yet the idea I’ll share with you is that the particular ten years of difference between us amount to a whole world of experience and perspective that is critically important.
I am not insulting the character of your youth and upbringing. I accept that they are as you say they are. Why, then, do you still strike me as naïve? For example, your email statement that the far right is now taking over the center, while the far left is marginalized sounds to me, well, ludicrous. Why?
The ten years I have over you takes in the American culture and politics of the late 1950s, the Cuban Missile Crisis, the assassination of JFK, the mounting protests against the Vietnam War, the sudden arrival of drugs, the semi-revolutionary generation gap between teenagers and parents, SDS, the Black Panthers, the RFK/MLK assassinations, feminism, Woodstock, Altamont, Kent State, Eugene McCarthy, George McGovern, and Watergate. Granted, you were also alive during some of this, but you were not witness to the extraordinary transformation of the country that happened in this short period of time, and you cannot know with real emotional conviction the “before” that gave way to the “after” we have all inherited.
Before the transformation, liberal Democrats were JFK and LBJ. They differed from conservatives in believing that government should be more activist in trying to ameliorate inequities in the population. They wanted bigger government, more federal controls of business, more federal law in areas such as civil rights. Republicans wanted less of all these things. Both Democrats and Republicans were united in their defense of the nation against foreign threats. Democrats wanted, perhaps, to spend less on defense, not because they wanted to undermine the military, but because they wanted more to spend on social programs.
It is popular now to regard the “before” era as a repressive, stultified dark age. For some percentage of the population, every age is a dark age. In every age, some constituencies suffer more injustices than others. This does not mean that every age is inherently without value and virtue. So it is with the “before” I remember that you cannot.
In the context of that time, your assertion that the far right has occupied the center is absurd. What happened in the 1960s was that the entire nation lurched, or was hijacked, left. What used to be a leftism so secret that it often accompanied membership in the Communist Party became the accepted left wing of the Democratic Party, which re-engineered the party’s nominating process so that Democrats strong on national defense could never again be nominated. The influence of this part of the Democratic Party combined their reflexive responses to Vietnam and Watergate into a permanent hostility to the use of American military power overseas and to the executive branch, especially in matters of foreign policy and especially when Republicans held office.
In the “before” era, the current posture of the Democratic presidential candidates toward the president and his foreign policy would have been unthinkable. Harry Truman faced at least as difficult a situation in Korea as George Bush does now, with far fewer immediate national security issues at stake, and while he faced political opposition to his war policy, he was not accused of lying, cronyism, imperialism, self-aggrandizement, and fraud. JFK brought us so close to nuclear war that I can still remember days of direct, continuous cold fear, but in the aftermath, no one sought to turn his government inside out for the purpose of ridiculing his decision making and his honesty. I know you are itching to leap in here with your current events expertise to make the usual liberal case for why all these charges are true, but bear with me for a moment. Regardless of what merit you believe your case holds, what you cannot see is that the whole context in which it is socially acceptable to hate George Bush with the open venom you (or your colleagues, if I’m being presumptuous about you) display is a function of “after” — after Vietnam, after Watergate. These events gave the permission for the politics of personal destruction, a kind of total war that could bring down even the President of the United States. That’s right. It didn’t start with Nixon. Or with Clinton. It started with demonstrators outside the White House in 1966: “Hey, hey, LBJ. How many kids did you kill today?”
You can argue all you want that it’s better now, that the transformation was justified. I will contend that it wasn’t, while allowing for opposing views. What I insist on is that much that was good has been lost. My father loathed JFK; during that president’s term in office my father spent almost half his time overseas on business. And when he was on foreign soil, he refused ever to say a word against Kennedy or the policy of the U.S. government. Neither did his fellow Americans.
Many rank-and-file Republicans were bitterly disappointed that Nixon refused to contest what appeared to be flagrant voting irregularities in Mayor Daley’s Chicago, which represented the county that gave JFK Illinois and the election. Nixon refused to turn the presidential election into a partisan legal battle because of the dangerous precedent it would set. Before. Politics at both the citizen and candidate level had some standards of decorum.
Other things have been lost as well, notably quality of life for the overwhelming majority of Americans. In the 1970s, this country embarked on the most radical social experiment ever attempted by a human society, without even allowing itself to recognize that it was an experiment. I’m referring to feminism. Five thousand years of accumulated traditions and roles were almost immediately junked. If you never knew the “before” it’s easy to see why all this seems like it must represent all that is best in humanity — justice, freedom, equality, and so on. Yet it also seems that no one is counting the cost. The divorce rate has skyrocketed, illegitimate births have risen to astonishing levels, juvenile encounters with drugs, crime, and sex have moved from virtually nonexistent to epidemic, educational achievement has plummeted to near ruin, and a new statistic called “abortions per year” was developed, computed into the millions, and then banished from the pages of the almanac because we don’t like counting it anymore. Do women at least seem happier to those of us who remember the “before”? No. They don’t seem happier. Their marriages crumble, the new equality deprives them of the protections they used to enjoy in the event of divorce, their children are too often unsupervised, too often kidnapped by their unsupervised peers into addiction, sexual promiscuity, and premature cynicism. Further, women feel obligated to pursue careers that turn out to be — surprise! — tedious, stressful, wearying, and debasing (whether in the factory or the boardroom, the “Company’s” most universal motive is debasement). They abandon age-old protections of dress, behavior, and speech, and — surprise! — they pay for it with date rape, violent assaults, the need for abortions, and worse.
And for some of us “before” dinosaurs, these kinds of unintended consequences aren’t even the worst ones. What we failed to take into account in our unacknowledged experiment was the real socio-political role the nuclear family played in the culture — in every culture above the hunter-gatherer level known to recorded history. The few years a child has in the home with its mother and father before reaching serious school age, 6 or 7, is the only time when the goodness latent in that child can be developed without countervailing influences from institutional culture. It’s a brief window during which parents can instill curiosity, manners, awareness of right and wrong, the meaning of responsibility, altruism, and honesty.
We have failed to understand that every organization in which we become members, all our lives, will exert amoral pressures that benefit the organization and work, directly or indirectly, to mold the identity of a person into a shape different from its initial individuality and humanity. That we have good and virtuous people who are ever proof against corruption, seduction, and greed is a function of what happens in those first six or seven years of life.
Now, we have enticed mother out of the house, away from her children (and please don’t preach to me about economic necessity: there is absolutely no need for the exorbitant number of parentless households we now tolerate), and we have attempted to plug the ugly holes in the fundament of our culture with — what else? — new, more intrusive institutions of government, which reach deeply into that once private preserve of the home to monitor the children’s welfare and begin the process of absorbing them into institutional identities at an earlier age than any society has ever attempted.
Perhaps the change in the children is not sinister or even detectable if you weren’t there before. A close friend of mine has spent the last six years living in a household with a contemporary American teenager of good reputation and recognized academic and personal merit. He told me in a recent letter, “I have no doubt she has been trained so well in accordance with the accepted standards that if she chanced to become a junior executive, fresh out of B-school, with the Final Solution Corporation, she’d have no trouble managing the day-to-day schedules and operations reports of the divisional crematory. As long as she didn’t have to work too much overtime and could phone in sick pretty often after an all-nighter with her current boyfriend.”
Some of us, including “bigoted idiots” like du Toit, can’t help remembering ladies. They were our mothers and grandmothers, our friends’ mothers and grandmothers, and they had no idea they were prisoners of a vicious sexist culture. They knew how to smile, how to make strangers and shy ones feel welcome, they knew how to dress up for a party, how to dance to ballroom music, how to practice countless skills that made houses into cheery homes, and we loved them. In every possible way they exemplified the essential human virtues and mediated their children’s vulnerability through their own. They were playing a life-and-death role, especially in those first six years, and one that fathers couldn’t play because their role back then was different. Fathers weren’t second-string mommies, always playing catch-up on the sensitivities not born into men. They were, when all was said and done, judges — the ones charged with preparing the children to be strong against the institutional temptations and corruptions that were coming after the time of safe haven was over. Their job was not to be taken in the way mother could be by an artful grin or pleading. Their job was to say no, to describe the consequences, to levy the punishment so that the lesson would be learned in the home, not in the dangerous realms of the outside world.
“Before” there were fathers and mothers. “After” we have “deadbeat dads” and a plethora of lawyers, doctors, journalists, executives, and bureaucrats, all with ticking biological clocks and an enduring confusion about the difference between home and government. If they can’t be in the home, then they want the world as a whole made as safe as a home. They want more laws, more protections, more services. They beg the government to come deeper into the home, inside the car, into the chemistry of their children’s brains. Your post hoc ergo propter hoc analysis is dead wrong. The women’s vote has played a pivotal role in the rise of nanny government precisely because they’re always looking back in the direction of a home that is no longer what it was.
And as I’ve said, you’re perfectly welcome to prefer the “after” to the “before.” It is just that the certitude you display about your preference for what has been a very recent drastic change is as shallow as it is rigid. The so-called return of the right-wing has not rolled back the clock in any material way in any part of the culture. GW Bush is proposing and signing levels of entitlement spending that would have made him a leftwing Democrat “before,” and in his domestic policies generally he can only be called conservative by a contemporary leftist. Your apparent blindness to these contradictions in terms is what makes you seem naïve. And to some of us, probably, you also seem presumptuous in your automatic assumptions about the world reactionaries would like to have back, at least in part.
Doctors made housecalls. People who went out to dinner at nice restaurants dressed up for the occasion. Fathers were as stern about the importance of being a “gentleman” as they were about the importance of being a man. To hit a girl or to swear in public was not just wrong. It shamed you.
Shame was apparently a function of class oppression, because now there is no shame. Why did so many of us rightwingers hate Clinton so much? Because he was obviously no gentleman, and the president should always be a gentleman (or a lady). Then he proved it and shamed the nation before the whole world. What did we rightwingers really want to happen with the Lewinski scandal? What we couldn’t ever have. We wanted him to resign because that would have been the right and gracious thing to do. A fanciful archaic throwback of a notion? Maybe. But if Clinton had resigned, then perhaps President Gore might have focused more national attention on a certain piece of violent Arab street trash and prevented a few thousand deaths.
Funny how being a gentleman can sometimes also be a pragmatic and positive act. If Al Gore had been a gentleman like Nixon (!) before him, he would have disdained to contest the results in Florida. He would still have won his popular vote victory, despite the electoral defeat, and he would have been well positioned, even admired, as a candidate for 2004. (Pause: Compare this scenario with the erratic hide-and-seek irrelevancy Gore has since become.) Meanwhile Bush might have been spared the rancor and bile of the Democrats, and the new “tone” everybody had hoped for might have been achieved. And by the time foreign policy decisions became so horrendously critical, the Democrats might have had a respected advisory role to play. Hell, they might even have played a respectable role. Instead of seething on the sidelines, characterizing every single presidential decision as a new low in corrupt right wing power politics. If a few more of our leaders had behaved like gentlemen, in fact, our foreign policy might be more successful at this very moment.
“Hey, hey, LBJ. How many kids did you kill today?” That’s our tone. It’s been our tone ever since. It was the tone of the 1968 Democratic convention in Chicago. It’s the tone of civil rights leaders since the assassination of Martin Luther King (though it wasn’t his tone). It was the tone of the Watergate scandal. It was the tone of about 2,000 book-length feminist screeds about men and the unfairness of being born with a uterus. It was the tone of the Reagan haters. It’s the tone of both sides of the abortion debate. It was the tone of the Thomas and Bork hearings. It was the tone of the impeachment debate. It was the tone of the 2000 presidential election aftermath. It’s the tone now. And some of us are tired of that tone precisely because we remember the time before it was there.
It’s the tone of spoiled kids, boys and girls, who are just plain pissed at not getting their way, at not having every obstacle removed from their path by someone else. They should get their way because they’re entitled. And we have made that principle the basis of our great secular religion, the religion of “after.” Never mind the consequences. Even though the economics is slam-dunk against women in divorce, never mind that. Fire them up about their freedom to throw the bum out if he has an affair. Never mind that she, and her kids, will be paying for his affair forever. And by the way, don’t teach the boys about being a gentleman — even in courtship and marriage — because that’s an elitist term, and if we start talking about gentlemen, then somebody else might be tempted to start talking about ladies, and everyone knows that women have to be free to do whatever in hell they want, regardless, damn the consequences, because that’s what equality is all about. And if they want, they can dress like sluts from grade school on, and talk like sluts from grade school on, and act like sluts from grade school on, and do all the drugs that any slut might want to do, and have as many abortions as any slut would want to have,.and marry the first idiot who asks, and divorce him when he cheats, and marry the next one, and maybe do some cheating herself, and have a kid, and divorce the next one, and then set up shop as a bitter single mother who has it on good authority that all men are no-good bums. Now, how about all those government programs she’ll need to get by as a single working mother…? And isn’t this absolute paradise compared to the days when women weren’t free, and men weren’t permitted — by their fathers or each other — to be total, irresponsible slobs?
In fact it’s all working so well that we can try another experiment, and start bringing the boys up to be more like girls, so that they can dress like sluts from grade school on, and talk like sluts from grade school on, and act like sluts from grade school on, and do all the drugs that any slut might want to do, etc etc. After all, the only difference is that girls have sockets and boys have plugs, and they can start connecting to one another (and calling each other slut and ho and bitch) from grade school on, because that’s what freedom and self esteem are all about. And look at all the other progress we get with this approach: no more toy guns, double the cologne sales, and a fantastic new growth market in condoms.
Of course it’s better. That’s how we can be absolutely sure it’s okay to sneer at the idiot Republicans who hearken back to the evil racist sexist “before,” because we all know what they really miss is being able to use the N-Word on the servants, and commit secret incest with their daughters, and treat their wives like slaves, blah, blah, blah.
And because we also know that it’s very very dangerous to allow ourselves to consider, for even a moment, that maybe most women were better suited to the old way, and maybe only a small percentage actually belong out here in the nasty rough-and-tumble, and maybe our kids and all our home lives would be better, happier, if we could admit that the nuclear family is the indispensable foundation stone of an entire civilization, and that dynamiting it away without a single forethought might have been a criminally stupid thing to do.
But no. It’s always been this way. For everyone 40 and younger. It’s the right way. The conservatives are stupid, bigoted, immoral, and wrong. “Hey, hey, LBJ. How many kids did you kill today? Not as many as we’re going to kill in the next 50 years…”
Forgive me. Yes, we get heated. That’s because we’re so stupid. And wrong. And immoral. Maybe you could bear that in mind, and treat us dinosaurs with a little kindness. Like a gentleman.
Posted by Robert : 10:52 AM
Thursday, October 02, 2003
Al Franken is a Big Fat Splotchy… What?
The claim seems to be that Al Franken writes satire. It’s a claim worth examining because it leads to deeper questions about Franken and liberals in general. And the answers to those questions are more illuminating than anything Franken offers in his so-called satire, which is also revealing.
First, I should explain I have had a lifelong interest in satire as a literary form. I’ve read the great practitioners of this art – Swift, Voltaire, Twain, Bierce, Waugh, Orwell – not just as a consumer of their ideas but as a student of their skills and techniques. I concede up front that I disagree with Franken’s politics; however, I have resisted giving in to my political reaction, which was to fight fire with fire by writing a satirical response of my own, because my intuition tells me there is more going on here than politics. Or perhaps there isn’t. At any rate there is something at work in Franken’s latest books which inclines me to reverse my field and fight fire with cold reason. Thus, this essay – an attempt to identify the elusive sources of my unease with Franken’s methods and results.
The ‘Limbaugh’ and ‘Lies’ books don’t strike me as satire. That’s my beginning point. Why? That’s the central mystery to be solved. They unquestionably employ some of the basic tools of satire, and much that conservatives find offensive in these works is nevertheless consistent with any good definition of satire. For example, the satirist has no obligation to be fair. He has the right to select his content, arbitrarily if he so chooses, and plant it into a context of his own making for the express purpose of making the familiar unfamiliar and the (seemingly) reasonable absurd. He can be outrageous, shocking, and offensive. He can be as heated as he wants, and he can even employ ad hominem attacks if he deems them useful, though there are undeniable risks associated with both heat and and ad hominem tactics. He has no obligation to be funny; George Orwell’s 1984 is brilliant satire, but it’s not exactly filled with yucks.
The point has been made many times that it’s counterproductive to analyze humor, because the very act of analysis slays its target; that is, humor thought about too much is no longer funny. As it happens, this phenomenon is one of the most effective tools for distinguishing satire from humor. Satire can be analyzed because unlike humor, it is primarily a function of reason. Confusion arises from the fact that humor is one of the most powerful weapons in the arsenal the satirist uses to achieve his objectives. But it’s not the only weapon, and as we’ve seen, it’s not a necessary one.
So far, none of the elements we’ve considered raise any particular obstacles to regarding Franken as a satirist. It’s immaterial that conservatives find him offensive, unfair, and unfunny. These responses might even be considered proof of his success. Yet this circumstance is precisely why it’s imperative in Franken’s case to employ a rational, analytical approach. Reason requires us to ask: Does the mere fact that a piece of writing is offensive, unfair, and unfunny constitute proof that it is satire? And the answer to this question is no.
Satire is permitted to be offensive, unfair, and unfunny as long as it achieves its single non-negotiable objective, which is to make the audience think and, hopefully, rethink its point of view about the subject topic(s). It doesn’t have to achieve this objective with every member of the audience – only with those whose minds can be reached or reopened with ingenious uses of reason, which is the one weapon that must always be deployed in a work of satire.
Now the reason requirement is important because it leads us to the discovery that effective satire does have an obligation which is related to fairness, after all, though not synonymous with it. The obligation is to be consistent in the application of whatever rational model underlies and shapes the work. In other words, the prerequisite of satire is some rational description of what is right, correct, or appropriate. The satirist’s weapons must be selected and employed for the express purpose of helping readers discover this usually unstated ‘right description’ by demonstrating the absurdity of any or all ‘wrong descriptions.’ Tactics that confuse the reader, obstruct his progress toward the ‘right description,’ or that give the reader good reason to doubt the soundness of this ‘right description’ are by definition failures of consistency that damage or destroy the satirical intent.
I apologize for the academic flavor of the discussion to this point; however, it has been necessary to show there is an academic component to satire. Humor may be a souffle. Satire, on the other hand, must be a kind of machine. It has working parts, a structure, an architecture, an overall design. Otherwise, it doesn’t bear thinking about and fails. If it is, in this event, also offensive, unfair, and unfunny, that’s all it is, no more worthy of consideration than a handful of mud slopped against a wall.
If Al Franken is a satirist, we must be able to discover a ‘right description’ that is illuminated by all the ‘wrong descriptions’ he targets with the weapons he has chosen to use. Moreover, this ‘right description’ must be inherently preferable to all the ‘wrongs’ and persuasively superior in absolute terms; that is, in terms that could be absolutely defended against the same kinds of weapons used to dismantle the ‘wrongs.’ Finally, the ‘right description’ defined by the satirist must possess a certain simple universality. Why? Precisely because it must be discoverable, appealing, and satisfying as an alternative to the various ‘wrongs,’ and it cannot be vulnerable to any of the attacks which define the ‘wrongs.’
The process of writing thoughtful satire tends to be an uncomfortable one for the satirist. If he is honest, he is continually measuring and refining his ‘right description’ as he subjects it to the same kinds of attacks he levels against the ‘wrongs.’ This is how he arrives at universality. If he is fair in terms of his assessments, he winds up discovering errors and contradictions in his own assumptions; he experiences an unwelcome compulsion to attack various of his own traditional viewpoints and allies. He finds himself becoming more remote from specific thrusts and parries in the arena he is exploring, because the set of elements which can defended absolutely against all the attacks he can make is actually quite small. The definition of universality consists only of what he cannot destroy by the means available to him. The composition of the satire is thus a journey of self education and self criticism. If the satirist is not himself changed by that journey, he has probably accomplished nothing.
An excellent example of this journeying aspect of satire can be found in Voltaire’s Candide. His beginning point is the optimistic philosophy of his age, as espoused by Leibnitz, whose ideas Voltaire recapitulates as “all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds.” It would have been sufficient to poke a few gaping holes in this platitude. But Candide does far more than that, as if Voltaire was relentlessly scouring his own mind and experience for something, anything, that would arrive at a destination short of the platitude’s exact opposite: all is for the worst in the worst of all possible worlds. And one might argue that the ‘right description’ he leads us to is just barely short of that destination: “il faut cultiver notre jardin” (we must cultivate our own gardens) is a very small island of potential meaning and fulfillment, but it’s the only one he cannot destroy with his own potent weapons of reason.
There are, of course, some ways in which the satirist can simplify or minimize the journey and the self education associated with it. He can, for example, cast his ‘right description’ in very narrow terms. This is the stratagem generally employed by newspaper satirists like Russell Baker and Art Buchwald. However artful and sophisticated their weaponry, their product is the lowest form of satire; its ‘right descriptions’ tend to be mere opposites of their ‘wrong descriptions.’ They choose a position for or against some policy or person, construct an assault aimed at highlighting the weaknesses of the ‘wrong’ side, and the reader draws the obvious inferences about the unstated ‘right.’ There is a rational point to it, but the point is usually so slender that it sometimes seems no more than an excuse for the exercise of humor.
A variation of this approach that often results in considerably larger works consists of selecting a ‘right description’ that is from the outset so simple and self evident that it doesn’t have enough specific gravity to warp the satirist’s assumptions during the writing process. This stratagem tends to result in very pyrotechnical attacks against what in the end prove to be easy targets. The same villain is slain again and again and again – here garrotted, there exploded with dynamite, now shot in the face, then poisoned with cyanide, and so forth. The reader may be dazzled by the writer’s display of weaponry, but his discovery of the ‘right description’ does not lead to thinking/rethinking so much as a disappointed ‘So what?’ An example of this kind of satire is Joseph Heller’s Catch-22. The right description, “war is insane,” is not much of a discovery. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying the book for its spectacular creativity and humor; it’s just that as a satire, its end point tends to be more self-congratulating than thought-provoking: “Yes, I agree that war is insane. How enlightened and sophisticated I am to be in accord with so brilliant a writer.”
There’s a particular pitfall associated with this kind of satire that is important to recognize. The danger of selecting a simple and self-evident ‘right description’ lies in the possibility of inadvertently settling upon a platitude so generic that it actually represents a half-truth, meaning that its sense of rightness is derived more from point of view than from any rigorous process of reason. When this is the case, for a certain percentage of readers, the ‘right description’ will collapse into a perhaps unintended and different, though more basic, ‘right description.’ Here again Heller makes for an interesting example. In hindsight, it looks very much as if Heller discovered this phenomenon of collapse in his own work and followed it stage by stage to progressively lower common denominators – war and the military are insane — all organizations, including corporations, are insane – all human efforts, including the best intentions of liberal governments are insane – life is insane. Of course, this final step takes us into the realm of nihilism, where reason avails nothing, and there is no help to be found and thus no point in the satire. It becomes black comedy, a mere existential exercise, at which point any uses it makes of moral outrage or discriminating definitions of justice are reduced to irrelevant, showy accessories – a diamond stickpin on a concrete overcoat.
The defense against this kind of vicious circle is easily seen in truly effective satire. When we arrive at Voltaire’s “il faut cultiver notre jardin,” we have reached a new beginning point. What does this mean in terms of my own life? What is my garden? How should I be cultivating it? The learning process of the book leads us to a new learning process in terms of individual decision making. This is the elusive objective for which satirists strive in the journeys they map out in words.
What is the journey we undertake with Al Franken? What is his ‘right description’? If we begin with his most recent work, which presumably represents the pinnacle of his own philosophical development to this point in his life, we are permitted to draw inferences from the title: Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them. At least as a working assumption we can infer that his ‘right description’ relates to truth. That seems promising. It sounds rather grand. Truth. What about it?
For the moment all we have to do is accept that his ‘right description’ pertains to truth. All the ‘wrongs’ he will eviscerate with his satirical weapons will fill in the details of his ‘right description’ by showing us what cannot be included in that description by virtue of belonging to the ‘wrong description.’ His choice of weapons will also provide us with information about his ‘right description’ because we will discover something about the importance of his ‘ends’ by observing what ‘means’ are acceptable in pursuing them, and indeed, if there be any such thing as a means which is not acceptable.
The first thing that cannot be allowed in the ‘right description’ is, apparently, errors or misrepresentations of fact. It speedily becomes clear that the author has mustered fairly abundant resources to document a long list of such errors and misrepresentations. He takes pains to identify such departures from truth, however he (and we) will ultimately define it, with specific individuals, including Bill O’Reilly, Ann Coulter, Sean Hannity, a variety of Republican politicians, and, of course, George Bush. He is, therefore, operating in the realm of nonfiction, which is permissible in satire. The choice of a nonfiction approach does, however, entail some additional risks and requirements which should be noted before we proceed further.
A satirist’s choice of fictional devices of any kind is almost always a means of simplifying and clarifying the scope of the underlying idea or set of ideas. If the premise is wholly fictional as in, say Orwell’s Animal Farm, it does not follow that the satirist is any less interested in directing our attention to specific events, situations, and people. It is child’s play to pick out the historical figures of Lenin and Trotsky in Animal Farm, and Orwell very much desires us to do so. What benefits is he therefore seeking in his use of a fictional device, and what problems is he avoiding?
The primary benefit he gains is to eliminate most of the messy and complicating noise of the real-world history he is using as a vehicle to reach his ‘right description.’ He wants to separate his readers from the probably fragmentary and distorting context of what they may think they already know about that history. For his purposes it doesn’t matter whether or not the Russian Revolution involved atrocities in its process of coming to power. It doesn’t matter if Lenin was ugly or bald or had bad breath. He wants us to focus on the contest of ideas and character that were acted out in the establishment of the Soviet Communist model. He is simultaneously clarifying the focus of his attention and predisposing our perspective on the events and people he is recreating for us. Lenin and Trotsky are, for example, to be viewed as pigs.
The principal problem he avoids is creating unnecessary vulnerabilities in his renderings of events, situations, and people. There is nothing to be gained, and much to be lost, by depicting historical scenes about which there may exist factual disputes, multiple subtle interpretations relating to personalities, and external factors that probably did affect outcomes without illuminating the ideas with which Orwell is most concerned. He knows that every instance in which a reader can take issue with his factual reporting is a distraction, a detour from the most effective route to the destination he has in mind.
With this example before us, we can draw some pretty straightforward conclusions about Franken’s decision to use an almost purely nonfiction approach to his subject. He is informing us by this choice that all of the messy noise of the real world is relevant to the journey he has charted for us. We are therefore permitted, perhaps even encouraged, to draw upon our own memories of the events, situations, and people he references, and he is so confident of the irreducible rightness of his ‘right description’ that he knows it will survive any distractions created by his reporting of the facts. Note that this represents a pretty enormous promise on his part, that he will be scrupulously accurate about the points which matter most. This is a promise which is amplified by an order of magnitude because the primary subject of his ‘right description’ has to do with truth.
The scale of the additional risk he is running with this approach can be understood if we recognize that he has, to all intents and purposes, accepted a requirement almost never needed in satire: the requirement to be fair. It is possible, of course, that his definition of fairness will differ from ours, but our journey will also educate us about that definition, which will be helpful in understanding his ‘right description’ about truth.
As we read the text, we discover almost at once that we were right in the main conclusions we’ve just drawn. In Franken’s context, the circumstance that Lenin might be ugly and bald and have bad breath is relevant. In his prior work, we cannot escape the reality that to Franken, it is significant that Rush Limbaugh is fat. He repeats this fact many times. In the newest work it is important that Bill O’Reilly is ‘splotchy.’
This is significant information for us, the readers. It enables us to assume that the ‘right description’ of truth has to do both with factual accuracy and physical appearance, or if we don’t want to leap all the way to that conclusion, we can read physical appearance as a stand-in for the specifics of who and what people are, as opposed to their positions and statements about ideas. We can infer that truth has intimately to do with being.
We also know that Franken’s decision to be specific about personal, physical imperfections is fair. This derives from the implied contract he makes with us in his choice of a nonfiction, real-world approach.
All right. He is operating in the real world, allowing in all of our preexisting knowledge such as it is about the topics he references. He is being fair, whether it appears that way to us at first blush or not. He is leading us to a ‘right description’ of truth that will not be violated or compromised by the weapons he deploys against the ‘wrongs.’ Where does our journey go from here?
Well, actually, it goes all over the place. It touches upon most public policy issues, including matters of budget, race, war, and almost anything else that can become a topic of discussion in the nation’s political life. It takes in dozens of individual Republican or conservative targets, from media personalities to the president of the United States. It involves lengthy citations of what the author characterizes as lies, misstatements, and misrepresentations. It even ventures into areas where most readers would concede that a finding of fact rests far more upon untidy interpretations of complex variables than on clearcut yes/no data. For example, the decision to declare as fact that victory in Afghanistan is solely attributable to the military stewardship of the Clinton administration is presented as a triumph of Franken’s logic, even though it clearly can be, and has been, disputed with seemingly strong counter-arguments by Republicans.
Perhaps this is an important clue about the ‘right description’ of truth in Franken’s view. After all, he also informs us as baldly as if it were fact that there is no liberal bias in the mass media. In making such an assertion in the context of the real world, he is expressly acknowledging that other viewpoints exist, as they do. Most public opinion polls reveal that by very dramatic margins Americans believe that a liberal bias does exist in the mass media. Yet we know that this circumstance is also relevant to what Franken is telling us. Part of the lesson, therefore, must be, inescapably, that where our views of what the facts are differ from his, his are right, and ours are wrong.
The real world enters the picture in an even more significant way if we examine his lists of lies, misstatements, and misrepresentations in the context of messy history, the author’s methods, and the overall tone of his presentation. The title of the book makes it clear that he is not just offended but enraged about the lies he has engaged so many resources to document. And yet his choice of nonfiction has allowed us, even required us, to recall our own experience of what we may consider unassailably proven facts about lies, misstatements, and misrepresentations during the two terms of the Clinton administration. He knows we may very well harbor such convictions, and even though we’ve been admonished to accept his statements of fact over our own, he absolutely must be aware that a reasonable person could conclude from his presentation that both sides of the great right-left, Republican-Democrat conflict tell lies. In fact, this could easily be the sign of an empty half-truth lurking inside the ‘right description’ he is leading us to.
Yet if that were the case, all the heat – the rage, contempt, and ridicule – he heaps upon his targets would be irrelevant. And no one could be so stupid as to write a whole book, backed by the blessings of Harvard University and more than a dozen of its best and brightest graduate students, in such a continuous state of venomous high dudgeon if there were any possibility whatsoever that its end result might be the “So what” conclusion that all politicians and their media advocates tend to tell lies that advance their interests of the moment.
No. This is a flat impossibility. Franken knows that we know that there is evidence of lying by Democrats and the Clinton administration. And since he specifically limns for us sprawling abstractions, such as the military credit for victory in Afghanistan, which he is nevertheless confident about labeling as lies, it has to be the case that he is telling us something very new and different about the ‘right description’ of truth.
We have all the pieces spread out before us. Lies are disgusting, revolting, repellent things. Republicans tell long lists of lies, ranging from errors of fact to misinterpretations of complex issues. Their immorality in such matters makes it fair to pile abuse upon their motives, their characters, and even their physical shortcomings and defects. It is even fair to condemn them for piling abuse of a similar kind upon Democrats and to deliver such condemnations with all the self righteousness one would expect from a writer who has never engaged in such low practices.
Is there some key we can use to unlock the ‘right description’ at the heart of the book? Perhaps there is. At one point Franken pillories Ann Coulter for using end notes rather than footnotes in specifying the charges she makes against Democrats. Is it a coincidence that Franken employs the very same device to document his own charges?
It is not a coincidence. Indeed, all the available evidence points in the same direction. In this book Al Franken is cleaving the world in two, and different standards are to be applied to the two halves. Here is the only ‘right description’ which is consistent with all the content and all the ‘wrongs’ he attacks. The truth is what Democrats and liberals are. Lies are what Republicans and conservatives are. It is therefore appropriate to demonstrate what Republicans and conservatives are by enumerating instances in which they lie or can be accused of lying. Significantly, it is not appropriate to use documented lies to demonstrate what Democrats and liberals are, because such an exercise is entirely irrelevant to their unassailable definition as truth.
What more can we discover about truth in terms of this definition? Surely, the tone of hatefulness and bile is intended to lead us to a realization that this truth of Democrats and liberals is an absolute truth, which represents a 100 percent opposite of the lies which the Republicans and conservatives are. And Franken can be so completely confident and absolute in his own pronouncements for the simple reason that he also is a Democrat and a liberal. Everything he does is fair because the truth is always fair, and he is the truth (regardless of what the definition of ‘is’ is…).
Now that we have arrived at this core definition of truth, we can recollect that it is allowable and appropriate for us to flesh it out with our own knowledge, however imperfect, of the other attributes – e.g., beliefs, positions, behaviors, specific actions – of Democrats and liberals, because all such attributes represent some part of what they are and therefore what 100 percent truth encompasses.
Thus, if we examine what they are for, either from their own collective record or from a reading of what Republicans and conservatives are against, we will find the truth that we must all accept, whether or not we’re inclined to hold dissenting views of any sort. We will know that we’re on the right track if we find evidence in Franken’s curriculum vitae that confirms the conclusions we draw.
For example, we can start with an easy one: abortion. Republicans are against abortion. They are convinced that it is murder or something very like it. But Republicans are 100 percent wrong. Therefore the truth is that abortion is not murder or anything like it, and there is no possibility of there being any question about this fact.
Republicans believe in God. In fact, they believe in a very specific God who has very definite views about what is right and what is wrong. But Republicans are absolutely wrong. Therefore the truth is that even if some Democrats choose to believe in a God, it is a fact that God does not have definite views about what is right and what is wrong, unless it’s the case that God’s views are indistinguishable from the truth of the Democrats and the liberals. In either case, the Republicans are absolutely wrong in believing that some presence of God should be permitted in institutions of government, including the schools, because it is a fact that God must be eliminated from such institutions, as Democrat positions demonstrate beyond doubt.
Republicans believe that the increasing absence of God and his definite views on morality have precipitated broad cultural decay, marked by dangerous levels of sexual promiscuity, a pervasive coarsening of popular culture, a steep and accelerating decline of educational institutions and the professions, including law, medicine, and the academy. But Republicans are absolutely wrong. Therefore the truth is that even if there is some increase in sexual promiscuity it represents progress, and there is nothing wrong with having a coarse popular culture, and it’s perfectly appropriate for the professions to attack and cannibalize the very institutions they were once sworn to protect. By the same token, it is perfectly fine and appropriate for Democrats to make the kinds of statements and representations that would be lies if they were uttered by Republicans or conservatives, because everything done or said by Democrats and liberals is fair, by definition, because it is right, since they are truth.
We could go on and on like this, fleshing out all the particulars of the incontrovertible truth, but it is perhaps more productive for us to check our reasoning against what we can know about Al Franken. We know we’re right about the God part of the equation. He is on record as saying that he has “no formal religion.” We know we’re right about the truth of popular culture, because he has spent years helping to coarsen that culture by pushing the outside of the envelope on Saturday Night Live. And we know we’re right about the absolute nature of his cleaving of the world in twain because he has told us that he would like the title of his next great work of satire to be “I F*cking Hate the Motherf*ckers.” If you love humanity as profoundly as the Democrats and liberals do, which postulated love of humanity is of course part of the definition of truth, then it’s a mighty strong message that half of the humanity in an entire nation can be deserving of such hatred. It means they must be 100 percent wrong about everything. Even if that doesn’t seem possible. I mean, who are we to say about that? A key part of The Truth is that only Al Franken has a right to say anything about it.
At this point we have accomplished one of two things. We have established that Franken’s latest book is a complex, ambitious, and novel satire leading us to what is indeed a brand new beginning point for an individual learning process – or we have demonstrated that he is so incredibly stupid and shallow that he wasted the time of 14 Harvard graduate students and himself on a satirical point that is at best a half-witted half-truth whose rebuttal is assured in every scrap and line of invective penned by its impossibly arrogant and ignorant author.
Which do you think it is?
Posted by Robert : 1:04 PM
Friday, September 19, 2003
Enough is enough.
It’s time to recognize what Democrats call political debate for what it is: vicious, unprincipled demagoguery that provides aid and comfort to the enemies of the United States. I am by no means a kneejerk defender of the policies of the Bush administration. I believe there are many issues about which reasonable people can disagree, and I believe the country would benefit from a civil airing of competing ideas about how best to deal with the challenges we face. That is not what is occurring now.
If there was a straw that broke the camel’s back, it was Andrew Greeley’s column in today’s issue of the Chicago Sun-Times. You can read the full text here:
He’s a Catholic priest. He’s also a disgrace.
He begins his polemic with a reference to Joseph Goebbels, the Nazi minister of propaganda who propounded the concept of the “Big Lie,” the one which will be believed if it is repeated often enough. As a priest, he’s far too diplomatic to put the words “Bush” and “Hitler” in the same sentence, but we’d have to be idiots to miss his intent. It’s not as if this odious comparison originated with him. It’s been repeated so often that it’s become a motif of the left – the very same left which claims to own a monopoly on tolerance and which continually accuses itself of being “too nice” in its dealings with the Republican opposition.
Jonah Goldberg has written a brief and rather restrained analysis of the Bush-Hitler theme, which you can read here: CLICK HERE. His essay makes the obvious (though evidently still necessary) point that such rhetoric is not only insulting to the nation and the president but also serves to trivialize the monstrous horror of the holocaust. He seems to think that identifying this fact might deter so-called liberals from persisting in their dishonest comparisons. Unfortunately, Mr. Goldberg is giving his opponents more credit than they deserve.
The truth is, Greeley and his kind cannot let go of the Hitler motif. There are several reasons why, and they are all revealing. In fact, they are so revealing that it’s worth digging into them in considerably more detail than Jonah Goldberg probably felt necessary.
The History of an Evolving Falsehood
One of the most longstanding fallacies in American political culture is the identification of Nazism as a right wing phenomenon. The term “Nazi” is essentially an acronym for National Socialism, which was a political movement that positioned itself in opposition to what it regarded as weak representative democracy. Hitler’s notion of the ideal state was as far away as it could be from the principles of limited government, personal liberty, and individual rights which typify Republican/conservative views in this country. He believed in big government, secular government (else why oppress and silence the churches), intrusive, controlling government embodying all the moral ideals of the nation. Does this not evoke more comparisons with American left/liberal ideology than with American right/conservative ideology?
Historically, it has been a clever trick of American Democrats to sneak Nazism’s position on the so-called right wing of the Weimar Republic into a left-right spectrum of American politics defined by entirely different factors. Hitler was right wing in a German context because he was opposed to the brand new ‘liberal’ experiment with democracy in a country which had been ruled by a monarchy throughout its history. He was reactionary in wanting a government that returned to the strong controls of the past. At the exact moment that he was engineering his rise to power, however, the reactionary thrust in America was in the opposite direction: to return to the weaker, less intrusive central government which had obtained in America prior to the 1932 quasi-revolutionary turn toward big government known as Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal.
Lots of additional Democrat sleight of hand parlayed this initial misrepresentation into an accepted cliche. Hitler’s opposition to Communism helped American liberals to reinforce his position as a rightwinger. But this was also a spurious inference. Hitler opposed the communists not because his totalitarian approach to government differed in any material way from that of Lenin and Stalin, but because communism was internationalist by definition, which was incompatible with the mission of German empire. Still, with this double layer of falsehoods in place, it became easy for Democrats — long after the war — to depict Republican antipathy to communists as fascism, i.e., Nazism, and subsequently to equate Republican resistance to sweeping federal Civil Rights legislation with Nazi racism and genocide.
All such associations were primarily rhetorical devices; Nazism/fascism was a convenient bucket of tar that could be used to smear any Republican or conservative who opposed Democrat positions on social and foreign policy matters. The continuing fringe existence of the Ku Klux Klan enabled canny Democratic politicians to characterize all Republican positions as veiled manifestations of Hitlerian supernationalism and racism. Lost to us now in these days of historical ignorance and amnesia are the original contexts for a variety of post-WWII Republican positions.
The symbolic rite of passage for 20th century American liberals was the period they have succeeded in labeling the “McCarthy Era.” If Republicans had been half as rhetorically astute, we would in all likelihood know this time by a different name, as “The Era of Soviet Infiltration.” The end of the Cold War has almost universally vindicated the charges by Republicans in the late 1940s and 1950s that Soviet espionage agents occupied critically compromising positions in multiple agencies of the U.S. government and the military. Despite the villainization of Richard Nixon, his target Alger Hiss was, we now know, guilty. The Rosenbergs were guilty. FDR’s Chief of Staff Harry Hopkins was guilty. Staggeringly important secrets were passed by American citizens to the Soviets, including plans for both the atom and hydrogen bombs. There is simply no way to deny the truth that the communist conspiracy claimed by the Republicans did, in fact, exist and was consistently denied, dismissed, or provided cover for by the Democratic party.
Nevertheless, the liberal/left elite in this country has succeeded in perpetuating a dramatic myth that is flatly contradicted by the facts. The anti-communist crusade of Joseph McCarthy, by reason of its impoliteness and its incompetence, has become the secular Passion of liberalism, its sanctifying crucifixion, the basis of its arrogant, continuing, and utterly unjustified claims of moral superiority over the conservative opposition. (Lest you regard this as overstatement, please read “The Crucible,” Arthur Miller’s play about the McCarthyism of the 17th century Salem witchcraft trials — as we all know, there were no witches/communists . . .) We are supposed to overlook the enormity of the fact that at the very dawn of the nuclear age, American citizens conspired to transfer the deadliest technology ever developed to the mortal enemies of their country. This terrifying event is supposed to pale beside the prospect of a Hollywood screenwriter whose career was damaged by his membership in the ‘party’ that led the conspiracy. It doesn’t — except in the minds of those who have never quite understood, and probably never will — the sickening, murderous evil that was the Soviet communist state.
Yet the Democrats won the word war. The term ‘McCarthyism’ entered the language and has been kept vigorously and determinedly alive. It is, by usage, synonymous with fascism, because it has come to mean the ruthless persecution and demonization of an imaginary enemy for purely political purposes. And ever since the great Democrat Passion of the 1950s, this word has been hurled at every concerted Republican attempt to uncover any kind of wrongdoing in the left/liberal establishment.
Another shoe dropped during the Civil Rights movement. Almost no one now remembers that many Republicans opposed the 1964 Civil Rights Act for reasons that had nothing whatever to do with racism. Partly this is occasioned by the fact that almost no one remembers where the core of virulently racist opposition to the Civil Rights Act reposed — in the Dixiecrat (i.e., southern) wing of the Democratic Party. Republicans who entirely agreed with the ultimate aims of the Civil Rights movement as they were then described — the G.O.P. was proudly the party of Lincoln, after all — nonetheless opposed the scope of proposed federal legislation that would dramatically reduce the rights of individual states to write their own laws. Thirty years of virtually uninterrupted transfers of power to the federal government gave Republicans pause; they opposed subsequent Medicare legislation for much the same reason: fear of a central government growing too big, too powerful, too intrusive, too expensive. Of course, to the most enlightened social progressives of the time it was impossible to allow that anyone might hold such a contradictory view; all opponents of the legislation had to be regarded as racists and were branded as such.
Once again, the tarring worked. How many American citizens know today that a higher percentage of Republicans voted for the 1964 Civil Rights Act than did Democrats? From this point forward, the Republicans were racists by definition (and by repetition) and were forever to be associated with a KKK whose most prominent members had been Democratic politicians.
A further subtle transition was accomplished during the antiwar movement of the late 1960s. The baby boomer leftists who opposed the Vietnam War traded the term ‘McCarthyism’ for the more general purpose ‘fascism.’ This was the period when it was impossible to walk across an elite university campus in America without being handed a smudged mimeograph denouncing the “fascist imperialist U.S. pigs . . .” Vietnam had started as Lyndon Johnson’s war, but it fell to Republican Richard Nixon to find the way to end it. The fascist label was accordingly transferred to him in the blink of an eye, and it was precisely during this phase of the war that the antiwar movement migrated from opposition to treason, meaning open alliance with the North Vietnamese enemy, hysterical accusations of war crimes against U.S. soldiers, and even some cheering of the death and suffering of American troops. This was also the timeframe within which the left/liberal wing of the American political spectrum began to employ the term ‘genocide’ and proclaim it an instrument of American foreign policy. Not coincidentally, the same people transformed ‘patriotism’ into a term of opprobrium.
If the McCarthy Era was the left/liberals’ crucifixion, Watergate was the resurrection. How serendipitously easy it was to caricature Nixon aides Haldeman and Ehrlichman as storm troopers . . . how remarkably convenient it was to conceal the repudiation of the left represented by the crushing defeat of George McGovern in the 1972 election underneath the mushrooming scandal . . . and how lucky it was that the consequences of the left’s ‘principled’ stand against the war — i.e., the massacre of 2 million or more Cambodians — disappeared into the opera of Nixon’s downfall. Yes, despite the Cambodian holocaust, American left/liberals now regarded themselves as wholly vindicated, and to this day they cling to the memory of Richard Nixon as if he were their own Shroud of Turin, the incontestable (if fraudulent) artifact of their self-anointing to political divinity. Nixon became the American Hitler they implicitly opposed in all Republican opponents, the one most evident incarnation of the demon they would always see and attack in every strong Republican leader — corrupt, conspiratorial, racist, and perversely opposed to every ideal treasured by the morally initiated, including the rights of women, children, minorities of every stripe, and specifically including all foreign enemies.
The Contemporary and Obsessive Uses of Falsehood
This entire history collapses into a single article of faith which can be transmitted to young recruits without much explication of the formative events. The article of faith is that the Republicans, especially conservative Republicans, are fascists at heart, ever slyly in search of ways to rob less privileged people of rights, opportunities, freedoms, and money. Thus, the image of Hitler springs easily to mind for people of so-called liberal persuasion. It is a deeply satisfying image, one they have used to considerable advantage, and (the dirty secret) they have learned much from their long association with it.
What have they learned? Precisely what Andrew Greeley references in the first sentence of his column: the efficacy of the Big Lie. This is a recurring theme in Democrat rhetoric precisely because they have used it so routinely and effectively for their own purposes. A more familiar term for it is the “spin” perfected by the Clinton administration, which consists of “talking points” to be used verbatim by every conceivable spokesman for the party. The mechanism is not truth, but repetition. If Republicans oppose automatic budget increases, they are “seeking drastic cuts in services” for needy men, women, and children. An increase in the school lunch program that is not as large as desired can be compared to “genocide.” Concern that affirmative action programs may promote more resentment than genuine opportunity can be branded as “racism.” All that’s necessary is to repeat the charge ad nauseam, see that it spills out of every mouth that has access to a microphone, and eventually a significant percentage of the population will believe it.
More recently, Democrats have employed the Big Lie to carry Clinton through the disgrace of impeachment. For months, every available mouth repeated the mantra that “lying about sex isn’t a crime because everyone does it,” “lying under oath isn’t necessarily perjury,” and “breaking the law isn’t necessarily an impeachable offense.”
After the 2000 election, the Big Lie that has been repeated often enough to be believed by too many idiots is that “George Bush stole the election.” Never mind that Al Gore broke an incredibly important precedent which even Richard Nixon was too principled, too patriotic, to defy. Even when confronted with strong evidence of vote fraud in Cook County during the 1960 presidential election, Nixon decided not to contest Kennedy in the courts for the good of the country. It was the feckless ambition of Al Gore which resulted in the electoral ordeal which will now, undoubtedly, be repeated in every close election from here on out. Yet who has stepped forward to imagine for us the implications of protracted legal battles in every state decided by fewer than several thousand votes, in perpetuity? The very first decision to contest the outcome in a single state inevitably awakened the possibility that all future national elections will end precisely where they never should, in the hands of politically appointed judges. We have Al Gore to thank for that. But where is the Republican attempt to use the “Big Lie” to drive home this dire fact with the American electorate? It doesn’t exist. This particular tool has been transformed into a nuclear weapon only by the Democratic party and its leftist minions.
The appalling ugliness of the current debate about world affairs can only be understood in these terms. The actual situation of the country and the Bush administration is simple to the point of near transparency. The United States was attacked in September 2001 by an enemy whom we — i.e., Democrats, Republicans, and ordinary citizens — had not taken seriously enough. We were compelled to go to war — not metaphorical war, as Greeley vilely postulates, but real war — for multiple unassailable reasons. The tradition of personal liberty in this country means that there will never be a surefire way to detect and thwart terrorist threats within our borders. The only alternative to creating a police state is to go where the terrorists originate and kill, imprison, or frighten enough of them to reduce the threat to manageable proportions. The enemy is an amorphous worldwide entity, incarnated as individuals, schools, charitable organizations, mosques, paramilitary units, political parties, and nations. Because of our long inattention, our intelligence about the enemy is alarmingly poor. Were it otherwise, we would not have been devastated so unexpectedly on 9/11. In a single moment, all foreign policy assumptions were turned on their heads. Before 9/11, it seemed reasonable to assume the best case until events proved otherwise. After 9/11 it became absolutely necessary to assume the worst until events proved otherwise. Make no mistake: it is not just the American economy but the world economy which cannot afford a mass destruction event in the United States, however shortsighted individual nations may be in their policy making.
Iraq was an avowed enemy of the United States, a proven aggressor, a proven developer and user of chemical/biological weapons. Our frighteningly scarce intelligence about Iraq could not prove to anyone’s satisfaction that Saddam was not an imminent threat, was not in possession of an immediately usable stockpile of weapons of mass destruction, was not directly in cahoots with the other major Arab entity which insisted on calling us ‘The Great Satan.’ Much of the rest of the world was far less concerned about this, because their tears about 9/11 were crocodile tears from the start.
It is vital to understand that the key to the current situation is the very lack of intelligence that is now being used to assault both Tony Blair of the U.K. and George Bush. This is not the same as saying there was no intelligence. It is that the intelligence which did exist was piecemeal, contradictory, not at all reassuring, and more out of date than any potential combatant in a war wants the enemy to know about. Did George Bush and Tony Blair lie? By the standards of global politics, they were as carefully, nitpickingly candid as they could afford to be without rendering themselves impotent to eliminate the threat. This is a situation that requires the judgment of grownups, not whining children.
Time out for a quick review. The enemy is fundamentalist Islam, whose relation to so-called mainstream Islam and Arab ethnocentrism features boundaries so tenuous and subtle as to be invisible. Thus, all decisions about how to proceed against the enemy are fraught with risk and destined, regardless of which alternatives are chosen, to result in at least some negative consequences. Yet the greatest risk in the face of an unknown threat is inaction, the willingness to wait until a determined enemy makes its own choice about the next arena of conflict.
Therefore, the “unilateral” American invasion of Iraq. Astoundingly, a swift and brilliant military campaign with essentially no U.S. casualties and a remarkably fortunate (meticulous?) dearth of civilian casualties and infrastructure damage. The result? Occupation of a nation whose experience of war was so brief as to have left almost no scar, precious little appreciation of the hammerstroke that had been so deliberately left undelivered. That undelivered hammerstroke in part consisted of the absence of military mopping up, which in most full scale wars results in vividly ugly incidents. The desire to be humane resulted in the decision to leave too much of Saddam’s military and political apparatus in the field. This was, of course, a deliberate gamble, and it was a gamble whose consequences were aggravated by an unanticipated (lack of intelligence again) decrepitude in the infrastructure of Saddam’s Iraq. All the care taken in not destroying waterworks and electrical plants was wasted; these vital components of nationhood had already been destroyed by neglect.
Now it is four months later, and what is the situation we face as a nation?
By all rational standards the occupation is proceeding extremely well. To view the results of an in-depth poll of Iraqi citizens which I have nowhere seen reported in the mass media: CLICK HERE
Yet polls in our own nation suggest that the people are growing increasingly concerned about whether or not their president has done a good job. Why are they concerned? Because of an unending series of “Big Lies” being propounded by left/liberal citizens of the United States of America.
BIG LIE 1: America’s unilateral action in Iraq turned the will of the world against us. (Click here for an outstanding analysis of this falsehood)
BIG LIE 2: George Bush lied us into a war with Iraq for no reason, unless it was about oil or lucrative business contracts for Republican political donors. Right. From the moment they take office, American Presidents are living in the history books. It’s absurd beyond responding to to suggest that a man who is already rich and well connected would plunge himself into the cesspool of history by betraying the national interest in favor of a few business contracts.
BIG LIE 3: There were never any weapons of mass destruction, and Bush and Blair almost certainly knew and covered it up. Recall if you are able, the incontestable fact that even our whiniest foes in the U.N. never claimed there weren’t WMDs in Iraq; their opposition consisted of not wanting to do anything about them. Even the Clinton administration’s eight years of pronouncements about WMDs were squarely in accord with what the Bush administration and the U.N. believed.
BIG LIE 4: The occupation of Iraq has been irretrievably botched and has become a Vietnam-like quagmire. This is an absolutely ridiculous assertion. 60,000 Americans died in Vietnam over a 10-year period. Throughout that time, American troops faced a fully armed and centrally organized military opposition in the field. No comparison is even possible. Remember, too, that it took years to establish the conditions for self rule in both Germany and Japan after World War II. The only way our current situation can be viewed negatively is to insist, childishly, on no ill consequences for any of the gambles we take in combating terrorism, in which case we will do nothing until the dirty bomb at the Sears Tower kills 10,000 in Chicago.
BIG LIE 5: It’s proof of American imperialist ambitions that the Bush administration has gotten along so poorly with the U.N. and still persists in hindering the U.N.’s right to oversee the rebuilding of Iraq. Again, an utter absurdity. The only consistent features of U.N. policy are its tacit support for Palestinian terrorists and its determination to poke a stick in America’s eye at every opportunity. There is no seat of wisdom or benevolence that anyone can point to in this corrupt organization. Libya and Cuba occupy seats on the U.N.’s human rights commission. Who could ever trust this organization to administer any situation competently, fairly, or honestly? Every single reference by an anti-Bush politician to “the U.N.” is a proof that there is no one at the U.N. worthy of the deference so fraudulently accorded that organization.
BIG LIE 6: The war on terror is now more dangerous than ever because terrorists are flocking to Iraq; the war, on balance, has made the situation worse. This “Big Lie” can be true only if the terror threat against America consists purely of al Qaida remnants in Afghanistan. To postulate this means assuming that Syria is not a terror threat, Iran is not a terror threat, and that Saddam’s Iraq was never a harbor, training ground, organization site, weapons supplier, or financier for terrorists. All of these are demonstrably ridiculous and dangerous assumptions. It bears repeating that prudent foreign policy now consists of assuming the worst until it can be entirely disproved.
BIG LIE 7: The best evidence for believing all the darkest implications of numbers 1 through 6 lies in the extreme right wing policies pursued by the Bush administration in every area (because we all know what that means). Now, all of the lies are absurd, but this one is downright comical. By every standard but national security, George Bush is the most liberal Republican president in living memory. Indeed, he has supported and passed so many watered down versions of Democratic legislative programs that without the overriding national security concerns, he would in all likelihood be facing a conservative challenger for the 2004 nomination. Any Republican you speak to outside of New York, California, and New England is guaranteed to be hopping mad about multiple ways this President has steered to the left of his party’s historical positions on limited government, education policy, entitlements policy, immigration policy, and perhaps most importantly, on the need for fighting back against liberal slanders and the liberals’ low strategems in matters of legislation and judicial nominations.
What can be proved is that all of these purported lies are, in fact, lies. The proof consists of the utter absence of rational proposals from Democrat politicians or liberal media pundits about what might be done next, given the current set of circumstances, as opposed to what has already been done wrong in the reinvented past. The purposes the lies serve are: 1) to undermine the president’s popular support at home, his credibility abroad, and his effectiveness in convincing our enemies — Iraqi resistance and Islamic terrorists both — that it is futile to hope for Americans to quit. (All of these outcomes are directly contrary to the interests of the American people, our troops in the field, and our ability to act in concert with even our allies); and 2) to conceal the fact that the left/liberal character assassins in the Democratic party have no ideas of any kind about how to prosecute the war on terror — unless you count it an idea to transform the dismembered victims of the twin towers and the murdered marines in Tikrit into casualties of a purely “metaphorical” war.
If Hitler is anywhere on the scene in today’s world, he resides in the persona of Saddam Hussein, who, in the eyes of all the rabid, lying Bush haters, can’t hold a candle to George Bush for tyranny, duplicity, inhumanity, and selfish ambition. And what, may we ask, is this if it is not simply a monstrous joke? It is, we suggest, “the ruthless persecution and demonization of an imaginary enemy for purely political purposes.” That’s right; it’s classic McCarthyism. The Democrat obsession with fascism is a triumph of narcissism, an unconscious self-indictment projected onto every adversary who obstructs their sense of entitlement to rule.
The lies I have enumerated here are stated or implied in every diatribe of the sort promulgated by Andrew Greeley and his despicable accomplices. The indignity and damage such lies wreak on the nation at this critical time in our history are so huge, so indefensible, and so far beneath contempt that it staggers the mind to try seeing them whole. Every one of the Democratic candidates for president has given at least lip service to multiple of these lies, and all of them should be treated to the scorn of the American public and a one-way ticket back to whatever hate-filled lair they call home. We should all demand that the remainder of the Democratic party field a list of replacement candidates capable of debating policy alternatives at home and abroad without impugning the motives of a president who has had to make innumerable difficult decisions in a time of unprecedented national crisis, with an unprecedented lack of support from the “loyal opposition.” Any American who can sneer at the man who has had to bear this burden of transition into a brand new kind of world war is, to put it bluntly, stupid and undeserving of respect.
Mr. Greeley, if you have an ounce of personal integrity in you, you should remove that collar and mail it back to the pope. You’re no Christian in any sense of the term. And I do mean that as an insult.
posted by Robert : 7:09 PM
Wednesday, November 15, 2000
In Response to the Question (in November 2000):
What is going on with this crazy presidential election?
All right. The election.
From An Amerian Glossary:
Law. An enormous pile of books containing very specific, very carefully chosen words describing what is legal and what is illegal, thus providing a platform for lawyers to argue that whatever the words mean, they’re just not clear enough to justify a decision against their client(s) in this particular case. See also Legislation.
Lawful. Full of law, subject to interpretation by lawyers.
Lawyers. Brilliant men and women of high principle and integrity, who work devotedly for justice on behalf of the Amerian people and/or their clients by translating the law into a meaningless pile of empty bullshit. See also TV lawyers.
From The Boomer Bible, Book of Hallites:
For example, the whole constitution of the Most Chosen Nation on Earth is based on one overridingly important principle,
2 Namely, the principle that nobody can be trusted,
3 Which used to make people take a pretty active interest in politics,
4 Because of all the things they didn’t trust,
5 Government was the thing they didn’t trust the most.
6 But then things changed,
7 Because they finally figured out that the thing they didn’t trust the most was each other,
8 Which was when they decided that it was the government’s job to watch over everyone,
9 And especially the ones they didn’t trust the most,
10 Like the rich capitalists who might steal everybody else’s money if they weren’t held in check,
11 And the poor losers who might get violent and destroy everything if their basic needs weren’t taken care of.
12 And that’s when the government hired a whole bunch of people like you to do the watching,
13 Which has worked out great,
14 Because now that they don’t want to think about anything at all,
15 They kind of have to trust you,
16 Unless they’re willing to get involved themselves,
17 Which isn’t likely to happen,
18 Anytime soon.
In short, you couldn’t be in a better position,
2 Whether you do your job or not,
3 Which means that they’ll ultimately accept whatever you do,
4 Even if they complain a lot,
5 Because you work for the government,
6 And who else can you trust in this Most Chosen Nation on Earth?
7 That why there’s nothing you can’t get away with,
8 At all,
9 As long as you remember a few simple guidelines.
And from An Amerian Glossary:
Executive Branch. The branch of government run by the Presdent, responsible for pandering to the Amerian people, collecting their money, writing their checks, and running the country by executive order when the Congress is too busy empeaching the Presdent to pass any legislation.
Executive Order. The means by which the Presdent runs the country without having to bother with Congress, the budget, or other bureaucratic restraints; he simply orders the Treasury Department to write a check and tells the payee how he wants the money spent. Cool.
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Thanks to the unending scandals of the Clinton administration, a new family of political tactics has been created, based on the rediscovery that the letter of the law can always be interpreted into advantageous meaninglessness. Not coincidentally, this was the means by which Hitler heisted the German government from the Weimar Republic. His entire reign was nominally a legal suspension of the constitution for the purposes of dealing with a national emergency without having to deal with the legislative branch.
I’m not saying that the current election crisis is itself a coup d’etat. Rather, it is an oddly quick second application of the mechanism developed by Democrats to survive the impeachment process. The mechanism is nullification of law by heaping so much negative minutiae on top of the law – including its language, procedures, enforcers, and legitimacy – that its animating spirit is progressively belittled and ultimately smothered. With all of the pyrotechnics we’ve experienced in recent weeks, who is still able to see that the entire Democratic Party position amounts to no more than a pitiful argument by anecdote: “If a single person was unable to vote his preference, for any reason, that is reason enough for rewriting the election laws of Florida from the bench, ex post facto.” Uh, no it ain’t. But aim enough unscrupulous lawyers at a black-and-white situation, and it is speedily reduced to a sticky gray goo that blinds or paralyzes everyone. That’s how the President survived his trial in the Senate, and it’s how the Gore team intends to capture the White House. An amazing one-two punch.
Strangely enough, from the standpoint of a Gore presidency, it may seem one day soon that he had to come to power in exactly this way to achieve the effective coup d’etat that may be waiting in the wings. Yet in the normal course of affairs, such a circumstance would appear to be a remote possibility, not one that could ever be planned as part of a deliberate increase in presidential power. Thus, one is so struck by the oddness of its appropriateness to the overall situation that there is a tendency not to analyze, not to look beyond the circumstance itself for an emerging pattern in which it is, somehow, an obvious necessity.
I believe, however, that the pattern is there. The explanation for the oddness of its timing – coming so quickly after the battering given the rule of law in the impeachment debacle — probably lies in the collective unconscious of the American people. An urgent moral drama is being enacted on the center of our national stage, and we have this one brief moment – consistent with the rules of Greek tragedy – in which we might but probably will not call a halt. We have asked for this, whether we know it or not, and we will surely reap the harvest of whatever decision we make or do not make.
What is the essence of the drama? A long-delayed confrontation between the origins of the American democratic experiment and its current incarnation, 68 years after the New Deal. These are direct opposites. The founders sought to protect citizens from the worst of all evils: government. The post-New Deal ‘liberals’ seek to protect citizens from everyone and everything by means of the government. The notion, shared by most people, that there can be some working compromise between such polar opposites is naive. Structural opposites can exist in a state of constantly changing compromises, moving back and forth between the absolute limits set by the structural design. But the opposition we are considering here is not structural. It is philosophical. In this realm, nominal compromises are frauds; they exist as optical illusions only, mirages reflected from the surface of convenient words whose roots grow in utterly different soil. One cannot be half-Stoic and half Epicurean, half-capitalist and half-Marxist, half-Christian and half-atheist. Whatever rhetoric is used to disguise the conflict does not resolve the conflict. The ideas are, by definition, at war with one another. They will surface, and perhaps not as philosophical imperatives, but as warriors in a battle for control of the operative structure. Because of the extended timeframe over which such battles are fought, people can be lulled into interpreting the war as a working compromise. The fundamental agreement that must characterize compromise is not present, however; regardless of the positions taken by the superficial manipulators at the political center, the war goes on until there is a clear victor and a clear conquest. This is the climactic event we are approaching now.
The roots of the notion that government exists to protect people from everyone and everything are totalitarian, not democratic. It is worthwhile here to ask a question that has always been more interesting than its conventional explanation: Why were the founders so insistent about creating a clear line between church and state? The usual response – that they feared imposition of a state religion – is only a part, an example in fact, of the larger answer, which is that what they most feared was the power of a government that could claim to hold moral authority over the populace. In this direction lies ultimate tyranny.
I remember being taught the difference between authoritarian governments and totalitarian governments. (Interestingly, divine right kingships were generally included in the category of authoritarian governments, if for no other reason than that totaliarianism was regarded as a twentieth century invention made possible only by advanced technology.) Authoritarian governments exert control over only those behaviors which affect their ability to retain power; thus, they do not care what people believe as long as they do not threaten the legitimacy of the government. Totalitarian governments exert control over everything, expressly including what people believe, because the most dangerous opposition always arises from competitors to the moral authority of the government; thus, Soviet communism must outlaw the Catholic Church and declare atheistic materialism as the cosmological philosophy of the state. But why must moral authority reside in the state itself? Because such a system can retain its legitimacy only by postulating all its actions to be right automatically, in advance, because its claim to be acting in the peoples’ interest will inevitably be exposed as a lie. The equality of those outside the government is the equality of slaves to a state whose every bureaucratic twist and turn are law. And the greatest and most obvious privilege of those who are part of the government consists of relative freedom from the very bureaucracy that demands life-or-death obedience from the people at large. Such a state exists for its own sake only; therefore, it cannot tolerate any value system in which its hypocrisies might be visible.
Notably, the cornerstone of the constitutional edifice created by the founders in their attempt to preempt governmental tyranny was the rule of law. And it is expressly the rule of law which must be kept separate from the ‘church,’ however that is defined. For American jurisprudence was from its outset clear that the legal system was not a moral system per se; true justice was deemed the province of God in His infinite wisdom. The law was a parallel mechanism intended to exemplify morality rather than define it. And the law, in this context, would have to be absolutely governed by rules which might or might not result in justice, but which could be used to achieve outcomes that were approximately just, if the rules were followed and understood in their intent by carefully trained, morally upright practitioners of law. Why the separation? Two reasons. First, acceptance of the notion that true justice was not achievable by men meant that the more important (because more achievable) goal of the legal system was avoidance of gross injustice to innocents, even at the cost of letting malefactors go free. Second, postulating the law as an imperfect human mechanism made it clear that the state was ultimately less important and authoritative than the moral consensus of the populace. As a human invention, the law and its administration could become corrupt. In the same terms, the law could evolve and embody some forms of compromise that would not be possible if it were equated with the divine inspiration accorded to the Bible. It would not have to be right all the time; it would have to be consistent and fair in the application of its own rules. And, implicitly, it would be up to the people to decide when and if the law, and the government it framed, was failing in its moral duties to the populace by becoming corrupt, inconsistent, or unfair. Obviously, any government that could wrap its actions in an all-encompassing morality would no longer be accountable in this fashion. Thus, the rule of law – separate and unequal to the laws of God and the religious convictions of the populace. Still, there was one area of equality foreseen by the founders; that is, equality under the law for all citizens, regardless of rank, wealth, or other privilege. This was to be the prize that forgave the law its many inevitable errors and omissions. Acknowledged at the outset to be imperfect and far from divine, it would succeed in retaining the consensus support of a moral populace by continuously aspiring to justice, in accordance with rules that were the same for all. Not a bad bit of reasoning by a bunch of rich, Bible-beating ignoramuses…
Note that there is an essential humility to this approach. It is neither cynical nor prideful. It says, there is such a thing as justice, known in its entirety only by God, though it is our duty and our best hope to strive for it as best we can, overcoming our own imperfections by remaining aware of the difficulty of the undertaking and the abiding responsibility it entails.
What happens, however, if we remove God from this construct? Since justice resides ultimately in God, as example and arbiter of human affairs, without Him there can no longer be any justice; there is only the law. And without the continuous aspiration to justice on the part of the law’s practitioners – which is to say, without the personal moral commitment to look past the letter of the law to the intent and spirit of the law – there remains nothing but words, words which can be stood on their heads by an agile mind that is bent on circumventing their obvious meaning.
It is here that the totalitarian roots of government as Supreme Protector come into play. The emotional basis of New Deal liberalism may have been compassion, but the worm in the apple is condescension. The intellect so disposed beholds the fact of rampant injustice in aspects of life never dreamt of by the founders as amenable to amelioration by the state. He beholds injustice in the very lot in life to which individual citizens are born – he beholds the millions who are ushered into life with unfair disadvantages of opportunity, intellect, talent, and cultural legacy. He does not ascribe this to God’s will, because God has been removed from the construct by science. He ascribes it to chance, tradition, bigotry, and inaction by those who know better. He therefore defines a new moral ideal, one cast in strictly human terms, which comes to represent a mission whose ends justify the means employed by those who know better. From the peak of this new moral ideal, he condemns the mass of humankind for tolerating and abetting the perpetuation of such a priori inequality. And he therefore forgives himself in advance for what must to done to eliminate such inequality.
What has he done at this point, before he has even taken any action? He has moved himself into the vacant position once occupied by God. Now he is the example and arbiter; he is superior to human law; he is more than equal, in that he may commit, in the name of true justice, what other lesser humans may regard as sin; and he is not accountable to their definitions and beliefs because he has defined their legitimacy out of existence.
Most importantly, he has created a new construct in which the mass of humanity and the consensus that underlies their society are not an ideal to be served, but an obstacle to be overcome. He gives up easily on the challenge of converting them to his way of thinking, because such a conversion process would eventually lead to the declaration, “Trust me because I know better than you.” He scorns accommodating his ideas to the legacy he has supposedly inherited, because he has already declared himself superior to that legacy. Thus, he is not in his private thoughts engaged in any exotic act of upholding the Constitution; he is bent instead on rewriting the Constitution to the extent necessary to make it conform to his self-anointed moral ideal. Yet he feels the weight of convention, the burden of the enduring stupidity of the masses. He knows that in order to prevail, he must appeal on a case-by-case basis to the self-interest of those he intends to help, confident that they will accept the figleaf cover of his rhetoric, and to all the others he is prepared to lie, misrepresent, and intimidate. Without the divine power of God, he must use his divine certainty with utter ruthlessness, always of course in the name of true justice.
He is committing an act of subversion. It is he who therefore inaugurates the war. His tactics are the tactics of warfare: divide and conquer. The goal is creation of a state which controls unto itself the definition of true justice and is equipped with the power to impose it. Since this is antithetical to the Constitution, the law which protects the right of the people to persist in their stupidity is a titanic, contemptible obstacle. In his head, he carries a running tally of old law versus new law; that is, the existing protections for what used to be revered as freedom, as opposed to the new powers and controls available to those who wish to put down bigotry, end inequality, and protect the helpless. He grows stronger as he passes more and more new law, which inevitably seeks to insert government into realms never contemplated by the founders: the workplace, the home, the family, the church (the latter reached by new laws of exclusion…). In the process, his contempt for all law increases. Old law is obstruction of true justice, the enemy to be smashed, circumvented, outwitted. New law is the pretext by which he moves closer to a vision of true justice that will grow ever more hungry for power.
Similarly, the “will of the people” is not a thing to be respected, revered, earned. It is a farce which can be and must be manipulated, used, created out of thin air whenever possible. His contempt for the actual “people” through time becomes so profound that he no longer counts it a lie to tell them what they must be told to accept the next step, the next law, the next initiative on their behalf. If they were not so hopelessly stupid, after all, they would not have to be dragged, step by step by step, to the relative paradise he is devising for them.
Throughout this evolution of political philosophy and practice, a metamorphosis has been underway. The moral idealist becomes by his own choices utterly corrupt. He will say and do anything to achieve the next increment of change. He will say and do anything to defeat his opposition, which is by definition immoral in its opposition to true justice. He reaches the point of no longer being able to recognize that anyone is operating by rules that are different from his own. Therefore, everyone else is also lying, misrepresenting, intimidating, dividing and conquering. The perfidy of their doing so in the name of evil justifies any and all means used to destroy them when they mount opposition of any kind.
Yet the veneer is maintained. The public words are of democracy, the Constitution, the will of the people, the American way. And the people do not recognize the war that is underway, ostensibly on their behalf. It is only when the stakes are truly large that the viciousness of the struggle leaks out into the open: the Bork hearings, the Thomas hearings, the impeachment, the 2000 presidential election. But even this is ultimately to the good, because in bits and pieces the people can be inured to the outrages that must be committed to the law, in the name of true justice. Gradually, they can be taught to understand that the law can and should be battered to pieces when it stands in the way of true justice, as defined by those with the loud, insistent voices. And when outright flouting and contempt for the law actually succeed in matters of national moment, they will learn a fairly easy part of the necessary lesson described below (from the Lounge Conversations, Loyerz Station):
As long as people continue to believe there is some moral component of the law, they will look to the law and the legal system to vindicate their own sense of what is right and wrong. Some will be tempted to pursue matters of principle through the courts. Others will be tempted to disobey laws they believe to be wrong. Still others will operate very close to the margin of the law, believing that they are in the right as long as they do not transgress the letter of the law. All of these behaviors reflect an intensity of individual spirit which is problematic in a country where all important decisions are made by bureaucratic committees and political compromises. You see, in exceptionally large and complex societal systems, the operating rules gradually evolve to a set that benefits the smooth functioning of the system. These rules do not correspond in any sense to notions of individual morality, which are not invented by committees but by human beings. The truth is that the most successful societal operating rules are pragmatic rather than moral. They retain an inefficient moral component only as long as there is sufficient individuality in the culture at large to pose a threat if the operating rules are perceived as amoral or anti-moral. It is therefore a necessary step for a self-aggrandizing system to eliminate the resolve of individuals to mount an opposition. The best way to do this is to make it clear that the law is not to be used, but to be feared. If being right ceases to matter in a court of law, the moralistic individual will learn to avoid the law like a contagious disease. He will learn to obey every law, no matter how foolish, follow every regulation, no matter how stupid, as if his life depended on it. Because it does.
Where do we stand in the ongoing war between the founders and the new moral arbiters? At the brink. The 2000 election divides the populace roughly in half, with a significant minority sitting somewhere in the middle between the two sides, without firm convictions about the major philosophical issue at stake. These are the ones who haven’t thought about it, but it has already been proven that they can be controlled: this is the lesson taught by the majority opposition to removing the president from office for perjury and obstruction of justice.
The next president will therefore face a congress that is virtually doomed to partisan impotence. In his last year in office, Clinton has been dexterously pioneering a new form of executive governance; rule by executive order. This has gone virtually unnoticed. What better way to prepare the populace for a President Gore who will ultimately claim a mandate for ignoring Congress in favor of going directly to the “people” for support of rule by executive order, in the name of safety, compassion, and “true justice.” It will cease to matter that he stole the election; he did it for the “will of the people,” as polls will no doubt confirm. And should George Bush somehow persevere in nailing down the election he won, he will be so constantly accused of having stolen the election himself that the “will of the people’ will be used by Democrats in Congress throughout his term to incapacitate government until the Democrats can be put in charge for good.
That’s the plan anyway, as generously provided for by serendipity… or is it national destiny?
# posted by Robert : 10:06 AM
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From several years ago concerning Robert’s first attempt at escape into the wilderness beyond this one.
My wife isn’t that happy about the Command Center. She saw a picture on the 13-inch console display of Pamela Anderson in her community service orange jumpsuit and gave me that look. So I’m opening up a satellite office in the yard behind the book trailer. From now on, if I have stuff to share that wives might not like, I’ll do it from the Satellite office, where there’s still a working 8-track. Don’t know about you, but “Inna Gadda Da Vida” isn’t the same to me without those track-changing clicks in the good parts. The Satellite office also has a working CB and police scanner. Guy stuff.
Just so you know what I men by Barrens
After me, the green-luge. Tired of hearing bureaucrats talk to me about “green.” I live with the damn color every day. You can die in there. Lots of people have.
Posted by Johnny Dodge at 11:07 AM
I didn’t always run a gas station on the edge of nowhere. It was nowhere that crept up on me. I wanted to ignore the expanding nowhere. But it comes anyway.
Even us Pineys know there’s an election coming. Bad things could happen. Why I’m standing guard at the Command Center.
I’ll be in touch. I’m thinking of keeping a diary. About the big possibly closing door. From my Commodore 64.
To make something clear, this is my site. RFL is an honored guest. He has free rein to write what he wants to write. But I’m the proprietor of the garage until we sell off the last lug nut, and I have a point of view as well. Just so you know.
He arrived and I was glad to see him. Jersey boys, the real kind, no Brucey pretentions, just lean back and relax and ponder questions like why there are no fun cars anymore. But the day he showed up he said something I wanted to talk about. He used the term “intellectually bored.”
The exact way I feel. People think that being regarded as smart should be enough. People think RFL is smart. People have always thought JD is smart. It’s our curse. What do they do? They agree mostly with what we say, but they pick some triviality in passing and try to show off about their superficial take on something we’ve actually thought about.
In the process, they are slowly starving us to death. Why I’ve been silent so long. RFL is, by comparison, a glutton for punishment. He’s a fool. I say this as a friend. He’s sitting right next to me. We’re not watching the Olympics together. I’ve read his stuff. He doesn’t get it. Nobody knows, and the more they don’t know the more they want to be seen as in the know. Human nature.
So RFL looks like a dying Jersey hick. My job is to revive him by finding something, anything, that might actually interest him. It’s a tall order. He’s heard it all already — the response to his own earnestness that is no more than a punchline for an obliquely related ego display. He’s still wearing cowboy boots, but he looks, forgive me, shrunken and ill.
It’s my job to kick his ass. Because I am Johnny Dodge and kicking ass is what I do. You better hope I succeed. Because if he really does quit writing, you’ll be all alone with all the dead ones. You know who they are, or you wouldn’t have followed him into this ultimate backwater. It’s not a fun quest. When the light is dying, you turn away or you try to salvage the final flickers. I know more about this than anyone else. It’s not a choice for me. It is for the rest of you.
But then again, I am Johnny Dodge, and you aren’t. This is my garage. Come with cash or a valid debit card. We don’t take any other form of payment.
Yeah. Come back to an old place, especially from your youth, and everything seems smaller.
When you were a kid, the Coca Cola cooler seemed big. It’s not. It’s also rusted and broken. But that’s okay. If you have an Amex card, you can still get a cold king size glass bottle of coke. If you’re a billionaire.
I’m tired of pretending. Even the ones who think they know don’t. Intellectually maybe, they have some appreciation of the dire circumstance. They see Godzilla emerging from the sea at the city’s edge. What they don’t see, and never will, is that everyone alive now beckoned Godzilla, asked him to come in one one way or another. By the fights they refused to fight, the narrow ambitions they pursued while the giant stomped closer, the semantics they used to deflect responsibility from themselves because all they cared about was their families. As if families will exist when freedom has been extinguished by a reptilian moron.
Got a scuffed old cowboy boot with a bone boot chain. Propping it on the porch rail. Want to fight? I welcome it. Come. Fight. All you millennial slackers. I’m the elder now. And I don’t care about your feelings anymore. Such freedom. You have absolutely no idea how much more I know about everything than you do.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. I can breathe again.
It’s not incremental. It’s factorial. I’m breathing this tremendous sigh of relief. The cars go by. I’ve shown you my work and you don’t comprehend it. You drive by. I breathe. Do you understand that? It makes me free. Now, when I dream, my dreams are not so bad.
I’ve got an old Triumph in Johnny’s Garage. I’m kick-starting it now. But I’ll be back in an hour or so for a king size Coke unless there’s a 16 oz RC Cola in that magnificent artillery bottle.
As I said, you have no idea what all is in my head.
Sorting Things Out
We’ve had a chance to talk. I’m alone now and have been for a while. Let the Internet thing slip quite a bit. I already wrote what I had to write, years ago. We’re working on how he can post here under his name rather than mine. But neither of us is an expert on the new interfaces.
This post, though, is mine. He was showing me a segment at the Olympics about something called the “speed gene.” We both had it, it’s real, and what’s equally clear to both of us is that it fades. The two of us, something we have in common now, is that we drive like little old ladies. Always knowing that the other mode is there, the one where we suddenly put the hammer down and go because we just got pushed too far.
The fade isn’t chiefly about fear for ourselves. Part of us always wants to go. It’s about not hurting innocents or the few treasured ones who care about us. Your mind expands to transcend the tunnel vision associated with being first to any point. Why, I think, we might be more dangerous speeders right now than in our youth. We can see everything around us, and the perception brings a level of anticipation and planning that transcends those first youthful rushes into danger.
There’s a side effect of that, though. The sensation of speed is not what it used to be. The tunnel view accelerated it. Do you understand what I’m saying? Most people prefer the tunnel. They live in the tunnel. Even people who are living slowly. When you’ve been a speeder, though, the tunnel eventually blows itself apart. When you put your foot on the gas, the world immediately becomes bigger. The faster you go, the bigger it gets. On a back road, your peripheral vision suddenly starts scooping in the widest part of the landscape, deer, cats, groundhogs, buzzards, people on their porches. You don’t want that much vision.
In a city or town, you are close to paralyzed. Children, idiots in other cars, ill-controlled traffic lights and cops, so many variables you don’t want to be responsible for. Your power to comprehend and preempt their movements is probably enhanced, but it is better to be a little old lady. The tunnel, to the extent you can recreate it, is more comfortable.
If you have the speed gene, you are engaged in a lifelong battle against the tunnel. Not that everybody else isn’t. Just that so many never see anything other than the tunnel.
We’ll figure this out. If we have to, Robert will post under my name, announcing himself first or last. I’m glad he’s back. And I think he’s glad to be back with me. Youth to youth and age to age. We’ll figure this out.
And now he’s back again after his Facebook adventure. Thinking he’s really pissed. Wait for it.
Sure they do. Maybe why they should stop dismembering their babies by the millions at abortion mills and shooting each other by the thousands in Chicago.
Really. The only sexual contact this old fool has is what he steals by groping women at state occasions. Does he actually think no one knows what a disgusting dirty old man he is? I guess not. That would go nicely with his 75 IQ.
I’ll get to the French thing in a minute. First, I’m going to say my goodbyes to Facebook. Goodbyes. I’ll still be here doing my thing, going back to where I belong. Here’s what I said a couple years back on the subject of going home.. Should have paid attention to what I was trying to tell myself.
Yeah. Come back to an old place, especially from your youth, and everything seems smaller.
When you were a kid, the Coca Cola cooler seemed big. It’s not. It’s also rusted and broken. But that’s okay. If you have an Amex card, you can still get a cold king size glass bottle of coke. If you’re a billionaire.
I’m tired of pretending. Even the ones who think they know don’t. Intellectually maybe, they have some appreciation of the dire circumstance. They see Godzilla emerging from the sea at the city’s edge. What they don’t see, and never will, is that everyone alive now beckoned Godzilla, asked him to come in one way or another. By the fights they refused to fight, the narrow ambitions they pursued while the giant stomped closer, the semantics they used to deflect responsibility from themselves because all they cared about was their families. As if families will exist when freedom has been extinguished by a reptilian moron.
Got a scuffed old cowboy boot with a bone boot chain. Propping it on the porch rail. Want to fight? I welcome it. Come. Fight. All you millennial slackers. I’m the elder now. And I don’t care about your feelings anymore. Such freedom. You have absolutely no idea how much more I know about everything than you do.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. I can breathe again.
It’s not incremental. It’s factorial. I’m breathing this tremendous sigh of relief. The cars go by. I’ve shown you my work and you don’t comprehend it. You drive by. I breathe. Do you understand that? It makes me free. Now, when I dream, my dreams are not so bad.
I’ve got an old Triumph in Johnny’s Garage. I’m kick-starting it now. But I’ll be back in an hour or so for a king size Coke unless there’s a 16 oz RC Cola in that magnificent artillery bottle.
As I said, you have no idea what all is in my head.
Robert Laird via Johnny Dodge at 6:51 PM, Febuary 15, 2014.
So David French is mad as hell and he’s not going to take it anymore.
“Trump’s alt-right trolls have subjected me and my family to an unending torrent of abuse that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I distinctly remember the first time I saw a picture of my then-seven-year-old daughter’s face in a gas chamber. It was the evening of September 17, 2015. I had just posted a short item to the Corner calling out notorious Trump ally Ann Coulter for aping the white-nationalist language and rhetoric of the so-called alt-right. Within minutes, the tweets came flooding in. My youngest daughter is African American, adopted from Ethiopia, and in alt-right circles that’s an unforgivable sin. It’s called “race-cucking” or “raising the enemy.” I saw images of my daughter’s face in gas chambers, with a smiling Trump in a Nazi uniform preparing to press a button and kill her. I saw her face photo-shopped into images of slaves. She was called a “niglet” and a “dindu.” The alt-right unleashed on my wife, Nancy, claiming that she had slept with black men while I was deployed to Iraq, and that I loved to watch while she had sex with “black bucks.” People sent her pornographic images of black men having sex with white women, with someone photoshopped to look like me, watching.”
Okay. Bad stuff. I’ve been through some of it myself, thanks to genial Internet maestro Glenn Reynolds who threw me under the bus for one post. I got called every name in the book all over the Internet, “eat shit and die, motherfucking racist” being the consensus theme. So I sympathize with Mr. French and family. I do.
On the other hand, David French actively participated in a massive, organized verbal gang rape of Donald Trump because he has bad hair and didn’t go to Yale like politicians are supposed to. David French actually ran for president FOR ONE DAY and then stopped. Weak. You make yourself look weak and, guess what, the morlocks will attack.
It’s called consequences. You act like a shit and people will act like shit back. And there are a lot of them and they know more about being a shit than you or Glenn Reynolds do.
So I’m of two minds about the whole thing. Yes, I’m sorry that the wife and kids were insulted, threatened, and subjected to abuse they didn’t deserve. But I’m also wondering if National Review will learn anything from the barging in of reality to their prissy, snotty enclave on the snob-right.
Probably academic anyway. National Review will be closing its doors soon, leaving a lot of families out in the cold. That will probably hurt more than nasty pics and videos you don’t actually have to watch. Because you do need a paycheck to fund your hubris in a moldy opinion journal.