Friday, September 25, 2015
But what I wanted to write about today is another thing I've been considering these two years away from here; that the election of Barak Obama did not so much open a door, my feeling at the time, as turn over a rock, exposing God's own number of revolting, fascinating creatures.
So much of what had been implicit in our social and political lives was suddenly under the light of events, and while the results, the brassy, assertive racism of so many affronted individuals being no longer dignified by tacit silence, have not been pretty, and only mildly edifying, they have been needful. The boil, to switch metaphors, has been lanced and the infection, believe it or not, is certain to be greatly reduced. In the meantime: Yik.
This is why I don't get angry, or especially upset at the latest rightest outrage, for the simple matter that they are rapidly going away, and they know it. Fifteen years ago Republicans got the president they wanted, the congress they wanted, the tax cuts and the war they wanted, and it all went to utter shit. So badly, in fact, that their fellow citizens were pleased to send to the White House a junior senator who may not have been, no was NOT, an American at all; a man who won re-election by cheating, and who has mainly had his way over their stupid agenda and dim schemes ever since. This knowledge has driven the less reasonable of them, something approaching 40% of their number, barking mad.
And while my prediction of the demise of the GOP has always been based on McLuhan's judgement of how new media can wreck hierarchical organizations, which has certainly come to pass--the combined action of leaked emails, ill-considered twitter remarks, and cell phone videos--I've lately come to thinking that their ship of fools was first and foremost broken on the rock of B.H. Obama, a steadfast, tireless, engaged, and always present executive whom they could not frighten, cajole, nor defeat. It was all too much. Every assumption they have made over the last 15 years has been proved to be deeply wrong, and the fatal consequences of that are pending closely.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
The case today is Scott Walker, the goggle-eyed homunculus of C.P. Pierce's indelible phrasing. Whatever it took to prevail in Wisconsin politics, brain power was not part of it. The problem is that to reach and last on the national level, a certain generosity in the smarts department is crucial and, man, SW, like Rick Perry and Eric Cantor, the putative Brainiacs before him, did not have the goods.
You know who else looks dim? Marco Rubio. Just something about the eyes appears unengaged, timid and wary, as if he's afraid someone is going to ask a question he can't begin to understand. So I suspect we'll see his cards tossed back sooner rather than later. (Yes, I know how he's being hepped now more than ever, but my prediction holds).
It dawned on me a few weeks ago when thinking about this whole ridiculous, albeit entertaining mess the Republicans have gotten themselves into, that the candidate with fewest internal contradictions generally wins the big elections. This is not necessarily a good thing. That squalid little man had an almost pathological lack of internal conflicts, which led to oceans of loss at home and abroad.
However, too many internal conflicts lead to bumper crops of stupid remarks, ill-considered opinions and poor decision making. What were Walker's fatal internal flaws? Mainly a resentment that he needed to make himself understood by anyone besides Packer fans, that Republicans who had been his buddies for the last four years were now out to shank him, that he is a career politician who somehow believed that that is not the case, that he felt himself much to be smarter than he manifestly is.
That un-conflicted, squalid little man, knew exactly when to let the smart guys run things for him while he slept, or golfed, or generally swaggered around. His mistake was choosing and sticking with the wrong smart guys. But a lack of emotional intelligence, that sense telling you something somehow is not going as needed and requires adjustment, is a broad cultural flaw endemic to Republicans. So, fuck 'em.
We can come back to this later if you like, a rundown of the field in a few weeks. But I'd say that the candidate with the fewest internal conflicts, in either party, is H. R. Clinton. I'm not crazy about her personally, but I like her chances, and she will do.
Monday, September 21, 2015
Inspiration to return and unlimber a bit has come from the entrancing sight of the GOP implosion, long predicted here, now in full bash. Though feeling its approach (and in fact expecting it a while ago), I could never have predicted what it would look like. But here it is, and it is glorious.
Where I was really wrong was in how long the press would presume to report Republican policies and personalities as anything other than a variety of zoo inmates feeding regularly on gorgeous nonsense. I figured the Fourth Estate would turn once it became clear that the beasts in question had no clue about how power actually worked in DC, as opposed to on TV. But TV, it turns out, always defines what's on TV (This is not the tautology it appears), and it so happens that the party of Lincoln, Roosevelt (T), and Eisenhower, (and Nixon and that squalid little man), is far more valuable as an entertainment package than a necessary, if aggravating, counterweight for the Republic's political system.
Or, put another way, an entertainment package is now considered a useful replacement for the former political entity. Oh, well. They have no one to blame but themselves. What amazes me though is, given the popular nature of our national elections, how the entire GOP field of players runs the emotional gamut from bland to openly dislikable. There isn't a warm and cheerful cove in the pack of 'em; or maybe what passes for pleasant in the fields of conservatism strikes the rest of us as exercised, bitter, and unhinged.