Shut Up

Farhad Manjoo has some excellent advice for the President. About these “death panel” and other idiot rumors? Just shut up.
True Enough

… the dilemma Obama faces in trying to debunk the lies surrounding the health care debate. In True Enough, my book published last year, I argued that despite techno-utopians’ many high hopes, modern communications technology—talk radio, cable TV, and the Web—have fractured society along ideological lines.

Which is frightening enough right there. Continue reading “Shut Up”

A Pair For Obama

Justin Raimondo has written one of those pieces you fall upon, crying, Finally, finally. … that relieve or at least name one of those sliver-under-the-skin people who so drastically get on the nerves: “The Joan Walsh Syndrome.” We shall take up the more sorrowful and difficult task of why she ruined Salon at a later date.

But Raimondo has nailed one truly aggravating aspect of Ms.Walsh, and it is that, ta-da, ofwalsh

the well-meaning Bay Area liberal.

Continue reading “A Pair For Obama”

Through The Looking Glass

… until the rhetoric is wrested from the frighteningly capable hands of those who use it towards their own ends

Michael Tomasky, guardian.co.uk: “If you spent three years as a brilliant community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration drive that registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a constitutional lawprofessor, spend eight years as a state senator representing a district with more than 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate’s Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people while sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works and Veteran’s Affairs committees, you don’t have any real leadership experience.

On the other hand … Continue reading “Through The Looking Glass”

God Bless The Child

Nick Carr, in Rough Type: “I’ve been reading a short book—an essay, really—by John Kenneth Galbraith called The Economics of Innocent Fraud. It’s his last work, written while he was in his nineties, not long before he died. In it, he explains how we, as a society, have come to use the term ‘market economy’ in place of the term ‘capitalism.'”

I wondered where that word went. It’s one of my favorites, difficult to harangue without it. I mean, Marx, Hegel and … the market economy? Sounds like you’re talking about the Gap. Would you like some Dockers with that? Continue reading “God Bless The Child”

No Way Out

Hillary has internalized what most Democrats of her generation have internalized: They suspect that the majority is not with them, and so some quotient of discretion, fear, or plain deception is required if they are to advance their objectives.

Andrew Sullivan wrote these striking words late last year. The flailing, the jokes, the mad, red-faced finger-pointing of President Bill … it’s all here.

And so the less-adept ones seem deceptive, and the more-practiced ones, like Clinton, exhibit the plastic-ness and inauthenticity that still plague her candidacy. She’s hiding her true feelings. We know it, she knows we know it, and there is no way out of it.

The beauty of small sentences. Beauty and terror, I suppose … depending on who you are.

Not This Girl

Women Settle for Mediocre Sex: “Not knowing why they feel so deflated after sex, women assume it’s their fault or they just don’t bring up the topic to their partner.”

Yeah, right. Or how about the actual truth. How about some tips on telling your man he can’t fuck worth shit. Tactfully. No such thing. Easier to suck it up the way women do with whatever’s wrong, and no idea the price they’re going to pay later on. Lies take it out of your hide. Lying out of fear, out of misguided compassion, or that terrible admixture of both.

How about let’s back up a step. 1, How many men do you know (this one’s for the gals out there) with a clue. Who like women’s real bodies. To whom sex is one big juicy mutual act. To wit, if he won’t go down, honey, he’s curb material, and you’re a fool if you don’t start kickin.’

2? Don’t think so. Not today. Don’t want to start missing the man who did adore me—not the one I’d married. (Give me credit, the ex already languished curbside.)

Some other time. You learn, over the years, Truth, she is a sad but beautiful creature.

Horses, Pigs, Cows And Danger

Tara Hunt posted a while back something that has stuck with me:

… nobody has come forward to show me where it is unsafe for a woman to expose her life to a wide audience. I’ve only experienced personal and professional gain …

The ACTUAL danger here is not the danger, itself, but the danger of silencing the myriad of voices through the threat of danger. And you know, I’m going to be the ballsy (dangerous) broad I am and continue to challenge every single person who even hints towards the theory that women are less safe than men online. Because, truly, I would rather die for my convictions than live in fear any day.

I don’t know what it is that bothers me about this. Or rather, I find it difficult, morally sorting out all the bothersome things. The irritations from the deeper issues, the offenses from the common moral good.

Nor is it clear why Miss Hunt makes such a good Good Example. Perhaps because her heart is, of all hearts, so plainly, even sweetly in the right place. The sort of person who moves one, whose fallings short of the mark shows us something deeply human about our own. Of course, Tara Hunt may have quite other feelings about me, but hey. The writers’ life.

For it’s writers, don’t you know, who see through walls, and let nothing alone. The unseen and the unspoken are what sets us to thinking, and that is our work and our pleasure. To think through the ghastly spell that grips American life, to illuminate something of the non-suffering world beyond.

And I don’t mean the endless-drivel aspect of the web. It’s the blog entries of people who have neither inclination nor, perhaps, that awful wherewithal to do the hard, often painful work to Think. (cf. Hannah Arendt.) Who churn out i the semi-truthful posts, drawing commenters happy to live in a semi-truthful world. Is everybody comfy?

I certainly hope not.