Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Mid-First-Week

I-540, Raleigh, NC, one day in 2010
It's been a relief to write "2011", and I have a feeling that my metaphorical ears have popped just a bit (although like Mr. Edroso we're struggling under a nasty sinus and lung gunk attack that makes me actually wonder if the thousands of dead blackbirds out in the midwest isn't some as yet unrecognized symptom of a Change).  What I noticed yesterday, at any rate, was that the morning NPR "analysis" of the new lay-o-the-land politically speaking is just the same old "balanced" meme, so neutral that you'd imagine a memo had gone out to "keep yr heads down fer gawds sake, Issa's on the prowl."  Could be.  Even the dead birds story they covered without real curiosity.  An "expert" just said, "yeah, it happens some times; may they got skeered by a noise."  The Inquiring Mind said "uh-huh."  Next, in Katmandu, ...

I'm not trying to start a rumor about the birds (or the big fish kill either).  Who knows.  It does happen.  We'll possibly find out, if there's any funding left in the till for a bit of scientific investigation.  I'm just saying that the incredible short-memory problem that the main stream media has developed has become so obvious, at least to me, that I just can't take anything these media analysts say any more seriously.  And that includes the so-called "liberal" Chris Matthews.  Maddow and Olbermann I'll still give an ear too, but I won't say "uncritically" there either.  Today the new Congress starts up.  We'll see if the "Revolutionaries" really have something beyond more of the same in a flat key.  I'm curious as to whether the Democrats will actually try to kill the filibuster as we know it.  The Republican threat that "if you do that, the Tea Party might pass some weird stuff," is pretty amazing in its utter insanity, yet another example of the Clevon Little Hostage Situation in action.  Perhaps that one image from Mel Brooks is symptomatic of the whole scam that's been successfully run on America by one of our Great Parties since 1980, one acid drip at a time.  And this just isn't news, dear friends.  Ten years back we all saw the picture of Rumsfeld shaking hands with Saddam.  That picture was worth a million unspoken words, and still is. 

So Happy New Year.  At least it's not 2010.  Get over the flu.  The nice thing about winter down here is, there ain't no ticks.  And already the days are getting longer.  Also, copper, the metal that runs the modern world, is at its highest value ever.

A Link:  If the Rummy-Saddam hugfest photo didn't shine a light, there was this, way back in March, '10:

http://tpmcafe.talkingpointsmemo.com/talk/blogs/a/m/americandad/2010/03/an-open-letter-to-conservative.php?ref=recdc/Superb

Friday, December 31, 2010

"Shooting the Messenger"

A commenter from Canada (he says) complains that I was "shooting the messenger" in my last post.  I guess it depends on what that metaphor means.  I always figured that the idea behind "shooting the messenger" was, somebody brings bad news of some kind to a person of power (frequently "the King), and because such news upsets said person of power, he dispenses with said messenger in a fit of pique, such dispensing  being fundamentally unfair and unjust, since the messenger is just passing some information along and might not even have, as Mr. Clinton enjoyed saying, "a dog in the fight." 

So then, having gotten the definition right, did I shoot the messenger when I suggested that the right wing punditry is sort of like Lord Haw Haw invited into the tennis match, where Mr. Haw Haw spills the lemonade and throws cue balls and soccer balls around the court until the party is pretty much over, and Mr. Haw Haw's employers can come in and build themselves a nice shopping mall on the ruins?

What I perceive is a massive stream of political propaganda coming from the airways, 24/7.  A cacaphony of voices, all reinforcing a number of lies and false presuppositions to the point that the "average voter," who hates politics and at best just goes and votes at the last minute, begins to believe many mistaken things about, in the case in point, liberals generally, and the Democratic Party, and the current President.  These mischaracterizations become so commonplace as to be "truths."  Or perhaps "truthies," to cite a pretty good commenter on the scene.  And behind this onslaught of Haw Haws?  Well, there's certainly a lot of money, and monied interests, as usual.

So I'm just drawing attention to this feature of the landscape, and I don't think I'm capable of doing anything more that quoting the Red Queen, since I'm certainly not the king of anything.  I would imagine that people who are "fair-minded," versus those who are engaged in some sort of "culture war," would be concerned about this army of Haw Haws.  It's not the individual arguments that worry me, it's the massive deluge. 

Having stated this worry as clearly as I can, I'll move along.  Y'all have a Happy New Year if you can. 

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

A Sieve



My impression as this year ends is that each right-wing mouthpiece, mouthing off his or her distortions and mischaracterizations and deflections and defamations as each hour creeps at its petty pace, is like a little hole in the dike that separates chaos from sanity.  We're over here on the dry side at the moment, but we sense that the water is many feet higher than our pathway, and presses relentlessly against the big steel plate wall the engineers erected long ago, before they packed up and left due to budget shortages and pure disinterest.  It's easy enough to plug an individual hole.  Chewing gum will do the job, or a used band-aid.  Put up something temporary, till you can get the torch lit, then do a bit of spot welding, or for a change, try some of that fix-all compound you can buy at the Ace for a couple of bucks.  Comes in a little roll, works like modelling clay.  Nice stuff.

Every day I ride to work, or somewhere, to do some errand, or make some money, or whatever.  Since what's on the radio is usually boring, I turn on some right-wing station just to see what they're saying today.  Here in RTP we have a station actually called "Rush Radio."  Our former "Rush radio," WPTF (used to stand for "We Protect the Family," which was an insurance company slogan, and used to run wonderful live shows of Hank Williams style country music, or live bluegrass), poor old WPTF was AM, and Rush left 'em in a flash after they helped build his tin-pot empire for twenty years around these parts.  Now they're stuck with the old garden show, and the swap shop.  Poor Bart Ritner.  He's still there.  Meanwhile, over on the official Rush Radio, yesterday morning I got to hear J.D. Hayworth, just defeated AZ candidate, ranting about the Mezcans and selling his book, "Whatever It Takes."  There's a title for ya.  I listened for a couple of minutes, then just turned it off.  Then I had to listen to the noises I don't much like coming from my right front wheel, and from the heater motor when I have to run the blower to keep the windshield from fogging.  Coming home it was a black sounding voice, same station, ranting about Obama, claiming black people won't just vote for him because he's black.  There's a little area they haven't worked too hard yet, so they've put someone on it.  This morning it was Mark Steyn, arguing that Republican Mayor Bloomburg was too smart to be mayor of New York City, because the snow didn't get removed on Steyn's schedule.  You think that's stupid?  It's already become some sort of right wing theme of the week, parrotted on our local right wing "bulletin board" before Steyn even got his teeth into it--or to be precise, before he got his auger running properly, like the little cabin boy who sank the Golden Vanity.


There's not much to do about this problem of the crumbling dike.  There was so much going on back in the '80s, when Reagan removed this thing called the Fairness Doctrine.  Who cares, everyone said.  And who is going to be the arbiter of "fairness."  And that's of course a real question.  Oh, it's also a spurious, hypocritical defense--used by people who have no interest at all in fairness, who see everything as a war, down to the core, a battle of opinions with no bottom.  Those people will use that argument, and if it works, great.  It's a bullet among many.   But don't ask them to be fair.  Not when there's a Kenyan Imposter in the White House.  Who might be a muslim, if he's not a born-again parishioner of Reverend J. Wright, who said, one time, from the pulpit: "Goddam America."

What happens is, after a while, riding along under this shower, a whole lotta folks get wet.  The snow's melting here.  The snow itself is proof there is no human assisted global climate change.  Tomorrow some guy down at the Texaco is gonna say, "Looka there, told you it was gonna melt.  It allus does."

Update: And on the other hand, I heard Christine O'Donnell, former failed candidate from Deleware, might actually have some legal problems of consequence coming her ways.  Certainly she's a small fry grifter and Karl Rove deserves the ole Perp Walk more than this almost mentally ill perpetual candidate, but given the damage she's caused, it'd be nice to actually see something legal affect her eventually.  Which isn't to deny, either, that Tbogg is probably right in the following comment:

When it comes to the misuse of campaign funds, I think O’Donnell sincerely believes that the people who gave her money to run for office gave it to her with the understanding that she is doing God’s work no matter how long it takes and a rent payment here and an evening of bowling there are just a place to stay and a thing to do during The Perpetual Campaign of Righteousness, for she is the embodiment of the contributors hopes and desires. They want her to use it as she sees fit.

Sure she’s making a living off of the yokels much like Sarah Palin does, but she lacks the white trash feral cynicism of a Palin. O’Donnell’s no Grifter Grizzly, she’s more Blanche Dubois; spiritually pure,  lost in a fantasy and depending on the kindness of strangers.

Second and final updateCheck out the Col.'s website.  It must be citing Tbogg. 

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Venus

At 5:30 AM on December 28
Venus is a blowsy cheap whore
As high as she ever gets, in the SE
And the snow crunches under my bedroom slippers,
While I hunt through the wood pile for just the right
Piece.
"Got wood?" she laughs.
It's a drunk laugh.
I've scratched up enough coals
Under a bed of Christmas cedar,
For just the right peace.
And I go back inside;
The sun can chase her all he wants.

--Silk Hope, NC