Showing posts with label Dearly Departed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dearly Departed. Show all posts

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Thoughts on Richard Ben Cramer, What It Takes, and the Lonesome Death of Political Journalism

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Just over two years ago, I wrote about What it Takes: The Way to the White House and what it meant to political writing, especially campaign books. I was of the opinion then that it was the high water mark of such books and with its commercial failure, it marked the death of proper political journalism.

If anything, I feel even more strongly than I did on New Year's Day of 2011. Moreover, I think the consequences of it are infinitely worse than I did then. For a democracy to be worthwhile, it has to be informed. Otherwise we're a land of the blind, where the one-eyed man is king.

That's more or less where we already are. Imagine just about any modern politician running fifty years ago, armed with little more than their silly platitudes and absurd talking points. Do you seriously think that any of them would last more than five minutes before they were shamed into committing suicide?

We have access to more information more affordably than at any other time in human history. Virtually anything you want to know is at your fingertips. Yet people manage to know even less than they did just a generation ago. It's remarkable when you think about it. Our grandparents knew more about the basic functioning of their democracy from reading a daily newspaper than we do with literal encyclopedias on our telephones. As literacy rates skyrocket, actual knowledge is declining.

Politics used to be about persuasion; convincing people that disagree with you that your platform is best for society. That hasn't been true in some time. politicians now pander to our predetermined beliefs, which are often breathtakingly ignorant. Political consultants and lobbyists (who are, with shocking regularity, the same people with different titles depending on whether it's an even or odd numbered year) will tell you that this is democracy in its purest form, which is a lie.

Modern communications and microtargeting don't persuade anybody of anything as much as they tend to reinforce existing positions and drive turnout. It's all very scientific, to be sure, but it exists only to play to stupidity. It doesn't educate or elucidate and it isn't supposed to.

The same is increasingly true of journalism, which is now thoroughly targeted to existing biases and only barely pretends otherwise. Why else do Fox News and MSNBC even exist?

Virtually every political campaign book in the last twenty-five years have been little more than opportunities for insiders to badmouth one another and deflect blame from themselves. Expand the tabloid format by 300 pages and that's your book.

What it Takes was very different. It was almost a series of mini-biographies of the major candidates that went into great detail about what shaped them and why. In some cases, Cramer interviewed the candidate's grade school teachers. Yes, the book was a thousand pages long, but you learned more than that consultants are human garbage, which everybody already knew.

I believe that the commercial failure of What It Takes sent a powerful message just as the information revolution was beginning. Detail and depth are the surest way to the remainder bin. Nobody wants to read something that they don't already know or doesn't confirm to what they already believe. Nothing succeeds quite like intellectual laziness and underestimating the intelligence of the audience. Nobody wants to be challenged about anything, especially their system of government.

What It Takes is considered by political journalists to be the most influential book ever written, but that doesn't change the market and it sure as hell doesn't change the attitudes of editors and publishers. And in the end, it doesn't change us.

Prior to 1992, people were complaining that no one was writing books like What It Takes. But Richard Ben Cramer did, and no one bought it. As I noted two years ago, Cramer still owed his publisher $200,000 back from his initial advance and he never wrote about American politics again.

Cramer died Monday evening of complications of lung cancer. He was 62 years old. Of course, every political writer in America has published tributes to his ability and the majesty of What It Takes. But none of them are doing what would be the most fitting tribute to Richard Ben Cramer of all: Doing their jobs the way he did his.

If you want to know how much poorer we are for his loss, you should buy a copy of What It Takes, read it, and imagine how much different things might be if more people wrote and read books like it.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Did "Borking" Begin With Bork?

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Judge Robert Bork died on December 19th at the age of 85, an occasion that I expected Republicans to take advantage of by ratcheting up their constant pissing and moaning about how unfair life is. Modern conservatism, a philosophy that's supposed to be based on rugged self-reliance, is seemingly defined today by high decibel whining.

If you don't think that there's nothing funnier than the sight of a guy holding a copy of Atlas Shrugged and complaining about how he just can't get a fair shake from the Washington Post, you probably don't have a sense of humor at all. Or you're not very bright. Whichever.

Contemporary Republicans also don't have a particularly solid grasp of history, which is probably why the outrage machine wasn't sent into overdrive with Bork's death. With the exception of ranting about Woodrow Wilson, today's Republicans barely acknowledge anything that happened prior to 1980.

Worse than that, although they hold the memory of Ronald Reagan on the same kind of Olympian pedestal that Barack Obama has himself nominated on, they don't seem to remember very many facts about his presidency. The Reagan that I'm constantly preached to about on Fox News and blogs isn't the Reagan I remember being president. As a matter of fact, it isn't the Reagan presented in the innumerable (and often fawning) memoirs of those that served in his administration.

That the passing of Robert Bork didn't get the kind of coverage I would have expected it to was more than likely due to the fact that nobody really remembers him. Given modern attention spans, 1987 may well be 1587.

I like Richard over at Eye on a Crazy Planet quite a bit. We don't agree on a whole lot, but he's a good writer and seems like good people. And he's the only person I'm aware who started the debate about Bork that I've wanted to have, but have been too lazy to start myself.

The contemporary conservative wisdom about the Bork nomination, which Richard reinforces, was that it was all the Democrats fault. They started fighting dirty to win an ideological battle that didn't previously exist.

Smarter Democrats will now concede that going after Bork on ideological grounds was a mistake. Firstly because Republicans would shortly become better and meaner at it, and expand well beyond Supreme Court nominations. Secondly, the Bork nomination probably could have been defeated without resorting to philosophical guerrilla warfare.

Were they half as bright as they thought they were, Ted Kennedy and Joe Biden could just as easily made Bork's hearings an exploration of his role in the Saturday Night Massacre as they were about nonsense like abortion. Presented properly, especially with Watergate still being the very recent past in 1987, it could have killed Bork's hopes of sitting on the High Court. And it was the Saturday Night Massacre that finally convinced most people that President Nixon could and would be removed from office.

Nixon, through Attorney General Elliott Richardson, appointed the very first Special Counsel, Archibald Cox to investigate the exploding Watergate scandal. As soon as the existence of the president's secret taping system was exposed, Cox demanded the tapes. Citing executive privilege, Nixon not only refused to hand them over, he ordered Cox to stop asking for them, violating his pledge to Richardson to stay out of the investigation. Cox ignored the order and subpoenaed the tapes.

On Saturday October 20, 1973 Nixon ordered Richardson to fire Cox. Richardson refused and resigned. Nixon then passed the order to Deputy Attorney General William Ruckelshaus, who also refused and resigned. The third-ranking officer in the Justice Department was the Solicitor General, Robert Bork, who carried out the order and was made Acting Attorney General for the balance of the year. The Cox firing was subsequently found to be illegal and Nixon named Leon Jaworski special prosecutor.

The Saturday Night Massacre was the predicate for Nixon's eventual resignation because it smacked of obstruction of justice, an obstruction that Bork carried out. While it's true that Bork was later confirmed by the Senate to serve on the U.S Court of Appeals, the Supreme Court is a very different matter.

You know who agrees with this line of thinking? Republicans. I know that because they used very similar logic in trying to defeat Eric Holder's nomination to be Attorney General in light of his role in Bill Clinton's midnight pardon of Marc Rich.

As a matter of historical fact, Democrats weren't the first ones to play dirty pool with the Supreme Court. That honor again goes to President Richard Nixon, with an able assist from congressional Republicans.

Nixon and Chief Justice Earl Warren had loathed one another for nearly twenty years when the former was elected president. Wanting to deny Nixon the opportunity the name the next chief to the Court, Warren resigned not long before the 1968 election. Lyndon Johnson then nominated his longtime crony and fixer, Justice Abe Fortas to the position.

Fortas had received speaking fees from American University (which weren't illegal, then or now) which Republicans and Dixiecrats used to filibuster the nomination, the first time that had happened in a Supreme Court nomination. A subsequent, more serious scandal forced Fortas to resign from the Court entirely in 1969

Nixon was determined to have as many friendly seats as he could on the Court (and finally wound up with four.) After Fortas resigned, the president, through then House Minority Leader Gerald Ford, engineered an attempt to impeach Justice William O. Douglas for outside income similar to Fortas'.

However, in his testimony before the House Judiciary Committee, Ford also cited as grounds for removal Douglas' opinions in an obscenity case and some outside writings, making the impeachment transparently political. One of Ford's most famous quotes "An impeachable offense is whatever a majority of the House of Representatives considers it to be at a given moment in history" comes from the Douglas matter.

With the exception of two singularly unqualified Nixon nominees (Clement Haynsworth and G. Harrold Carswell,) Democrats hadn't seriously impeded Republican nominees to the Supreme Court. Antonin Scalia, for example, was confirmed by a Senate vote of 98-0 just a year prior to Bork's nomination.

But I'm sure that they remembered how the GOP launched the first filibuster against Fortas and tried to impeach Douglas. When they had a clear shot at a vulnerable Republican nominee in Robert Bork, they took it. In retrospect, I'm only surprised at how patient they were.

As I said earlier, I like Richard and Eye on a Crazy Planet quite a bit. But I would respectfully suggest that the history is considerably more complicated than his post implies. This wasn't started in 1987 and it wasn't started by Democrats. The Official Republican Narrative would have you believe otherwise, but that narrative is frequently untrue.

When Richard says that "With his death, now might be an appropriate time to look back and see if there is a way to start healing a still debilitated process," he seems to imply that self-examination is a process that should be exclusive to Democrats.

Unsurprisingly, I disagree. Republicans and conservatives have spent the last year getting their asses kicked from one end of the country to the other. In large part this is because of a deeply odd alternate reality bubble that they've built around themselves. But as we all learned on November 6, denying reality doesn't make it any less real.

Republicans have spent decades now denying their more unsavory characters and actions. Not only do you have a hard time finding a conservative who will say that President Reagan actually broke the law in trading arms for hostages, it's a challenge to find a Republican who'll admit that Nixon was president at all.

But Nixon wasn't alone. He had the full support of his party in Congress and not a few conservative southern Democrats that would soon become Republicans in his judicial wars. They knew exactly what they were doing, and they had to know that there would be consequences for it someday. They just didn't care. It shouldn't surprise anyone that liberals would one day exact their revenge, as they did on Bork and Clarence Thomas.

Anyone who thinks that this problem is going to rectify itself unless both conservatives and liberals engage in some self-examination is either dishonest or delusional.

The Constitution didn't foresee political parties and avoided a parliamentary system, in part, to preclude them. President Washington repeatedly warned against their establishment without success. The system was able to endure parties that it wasn't designed to accommodate because America historically had long periods of one-party dominance.

In the last twenty years that's become less and less true. Not only are there more "wave elections" at any other time in American history, they're coming closer and closer together. As the balance of power is dramatically upended more frequently, partisan warfare increases exponentially and the system starts to break down.

If you prefer a government that does nothing, that's great. Unfortunately, the U.S government hasn't "done nothing" for a century now. Its foreign and military policies are overextended to the breaking point and the balance sheet is disastrously out of whack. A broken political system, under these circumstances, will eventually destroy the country.

I agree with Richard that the story of Robert Bork should be studied, but there's a context in the decades that bookend the defeat of his nomination that shouldn't be ignored.

History is the study of trends, not incidents. In strict isolation, Franz Ferdinand was just some obscure Austrian that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Within the context of greater trends, his assassination was the opening salvo of the First World War.

Robert Bork is emblematic of a larger trend that began long before his nomination and continues to this day.

Friday, August 3, 2012

I'm Gonna Miss That Dog

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Poor Bug.

I wish it could've been different. For almost three years, you were my littlest buddy.

I hope you know how much your Mommy loved you and how much I'm going to miss you.

Rest in peace, little man.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Them Bones: The lonesome death of Layne Staley

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There was no avoiding the fact that yesterday was the 18th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death. It was pretty much everywhere you looked on Internet. And you know what? That's the way it oughta be.

Cobain was an incredibly important figure in music history. Nevermnd changed the industry in ways that even Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band didn't. When Sgt. Pepper was released, groups like the Dave Clark Five were still allowed to exist, they just sold fewer records and played smaller rooms.

That wasn't true of what happened in the wake of Nirvana. The hair metal bands that dominated the world before Nevermind didn't just take a hit in the popularity, they almost immediately lost their record deals. Most of them (the obvious exception being Bon Jovi, which was always more akin to Bruce Springsteen with louder drums than hair metal) saw their careers  vaporized forthwith. You can't even find, say, Winger on the back of a milk carton anymore. When was the last time you listened to Skid Row without irony?

Of course this was back when the music business was even worth caring about, which it hasn't been in over a decade. It's almost as if the bullet that killed Kurt went through the wall behind him and took down anything even sort of exciting about music. Cobain's impact, whether you liked him or not, is something that should be remembered and honored.

Because record labels are populated by some of the least creative people on earth,  they went on a binge of signing pretty much anything from Seattle that even remotely resembled grunge. They too wanted to cash in on the popularity of Nevermind, and they would do so in any way that they could. Most of those acts - and most of them were acts - followed the hair farmers into obscurity.

I've already written the best thing that I probably ever will about Kurt Cobain, so I'm not going to focus on that anniversary today.

One of the groups that rose after the explosion of Nirvana was Alice in Chains, who actually turned out to be a pretty good band. Dirt was a pretty exceptional album for its time, and it stands up today. Unlike Cobain, who was always coy about being a junkie and never admitting the extent of his problem in public, Dirt was almost entirely about Layne Staley's addiction. On the other hand, he really liked heroin.

Unfortunately for Staley, journalists are the only people less creative that music executives, so following Dirt, all anyone wanted to talk to him about was smack. As Rick Perry would say, "Oops." Making a record about being a junkie defined him as a junkie for the rest of his life.

Alice in Chains did three proper records and two EPs in six years, which is a a pretty impressive output in an age where major labels demanded three years between albums. That being said, they couldn't tour very much. You'd be surprised how logistically difficult it can be to schlep a singer that can't stand up around the world. The scheduled tour in support of their 1996 self-titled album was cancelled just as it had begun.

Instead of touring, Alice in Chains did an episode of MTV Unplugged  and Layne Staley vanished for the rest of his life. For all intents and purposes, he wouldn't be seen in public after Unplugged. He did a few shows opening for KISS and that was it.To be fair, it must take a significant opiate intake to tolerate being around Gene Simmons for any length of time, let alone every day.

 

Shortly after Staley was taken off the road for good, his ex-fiance died of bacterial endocarditis, a secondary complication of her own heroin addiction, he seemed determined to follow her. He locked himself inside of his Seattle condo and proceeded to do just that.

However, it took longer than anyone expected, five and a half years. In that time, he managed to record about three songs. When the video was shot for his supergroup cover of "Another Brick in the Wall, Part Two" for The Faculty soundtrack, four year old live footage of Layne was used. No videos were shot for the two songs recorded for the Alice in Chains box set that year, nor were there any new pictures in it. By 1999 that cat was gone.

Some people, like Keith Richards, can live fairly-tale lives as junkies, touring the world, making a fortune and writing a great book about it when he was done. Other than the fact that it's illegal and the lifestyle isn't especially good for you, opiates are among the least physically destructive drugs you can take. Their effect on the body (if you know how pure your junk is, which criminalization makes impossible) are neutral, unlike cocaine, tobacco, alcohol, or even marijuana.

For Layne, the entire point of heroin seemed to be to get debilitated. And for those last five years, he stayed as debilitated as he possibly could. By the time he gave his last interview in early 2002, the 6'1" Staley weighed 86 pounds, his skin had no color, and his teeth were rapidly falling out. He readily admitted that he knew that he wasn't long for the world.
"I know I'm dying," he rasped through missing teeth. "I'm not doing well. Don't try to talk about this to my sister Liz. She will know it sooner or later."

Staley, suffering from fever and nausea, told Rubio that his need for heroin was all-consuming, even though the effects of the drug were no longer enjoyable. He added that smack had completely ravaged his system and left him empty and filled with regrets.

"This fucking drug use is like the insulin a diabetic needs to survive," he said. "I'm not using drugs to get high like many people think. I know I made a big mistake when I started using this shit. It's a very difficult thing to explain. My liver is not functioning and I'm throwing up all the time and shitting my pants. The pain is more than you can handle. It's the worst pain in the world. Dope sick hurts the entire body."

The most chilling passage of the interview reads like a suicide note.

"I know I'm near death," he said. "I did crack and heroin for years. I never wanted to end my life this way. I know I have no chance. It's too late. I never wanted [the public's] thumbs' up about this fucking drug use. Don't try to contact any AIC (Alice in Chains) members. They are not my friends."
The last person to see Layne Staley alive was former Alice in Chains bassist Mike Starr, who was ironically fired by Staley during the Dirt tour for being too fucked up on drugs. Starr himself would be dead of a drug overdose in nine years. He never stopped blaming himself for Layne's death, not having called 911 upon seeing the condition his friend was in.

It took roughly fifteen days for Staley's body to be discovered on April 20, 2002. He had so isolated himself from the rest of the world that the only indication of a possible problem was his accountant noticing that he hadn't withdrawn any money in that period. He was found by police and his mother on his couch, surrounded by his drugs.

After a few days, the decomposition of human remains makes determining a precise time of death almost impossible. Staley had been dead for over two weeks, but the authorities believe that - based on his encounter with Starr and his lack of subsequent bank transactions - he had died sometime on April 5, 2002, eight years to the day after Kurt Cobain committed suicide.  He was 34 years old.

Cobain died a few months before the Rolling Stones started their 1994 Voodoo Lounge tour. Of course, the press couldn't stopping themselves from asking Keith Richards about it, who seemed genuinely exasperated by the question (skip to 9:03 in the linked video.) You might be too, if you suddenly found yourself the authority on dead junkie fuck-ups.

"Somebody should have been taking care of the man" Richards said. "You know, he was obviously a lunatic in the first place. You know, the guy tried to do himself in in Rome. Nobody was there, he bought a shotgun, boom. Hey, maybe he's better off. Who knows? He'd make a lousy plumber."

There are people out there who are determined to do themselves in. That's just a cold fucking  fact. Two of them had their death anniversaries yesterday, 18 and 10 years respectively.

While Kurt Cobain and Layne Staley would've made lousy plumbers, it doesn't make their deaths any less sad.



Monday, April 2, 2012

Treyvon Martin, Politics, the Media and History

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I've very consciously tried to avoid opining on the sad and savage saga of Treyvon Martin for the simple reason that I don't know enough about it. I suspect that what I do know isn't going to play out well for his killer, but that's highly speculative. Besides, I'm loath to be on the side of Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton about anything. I’d include Spike Lee in that denunciation, but I can’t remember the last time anybody paid attention to him.

On the other hand, I have written about the kind of circumstances that led up to Martin's death repeatedly, and most of you aren't really fond of my views. I took all manner of shit from my American readers when I suggested that the Castle Law didn't give Joe Horn the right to blow away two people leaving someone else's castle, back in 2007. More recently, my Canadian peeps went nuts what I said that someone who needed an interpretor for his trial, as David Chen did, probably shouldn't be in the business of arresting folks. I got into fights for weeks over that.

Look, these Castle and "Stand Your Ground" laws in the United States, as well as the proposed revision to Canadian  laws regarding citizen's arrest, are based on a number of faulty premises.

First, they presume that law-abiding citizens are as willing and able to kill or maim as criminals are. If that's true, society is fucked.

Secondly, they presume that law-abiding citizens are as practised with weaponry as criminals are. If one is smart, one never assumes that one is more dangerous that someone already demonstrably willing to commit a crime is. It'll almost never end in your favour.

These laws are written in such a way that might have the unintended consequence of encouraging criminals to kill you first. It stands to reason that if you know that the law allows you to kill an intruder that the intruder knows it, too. It doesn't take boundless leaps of the imagination to figure how that can work out.

Third, they suggest that average citizens should have police powers, without the training or experience of the police. And the police fuck up more than their share! It strikes me as odd that the same people who decry things like Waco, Ruby Ridge and the more recent G20 Battle of Toronto want everybody to have the legal authority to kill, even when a safer alternative may exist. Worse, they want lethal force as a first option enshrined in the law. And it's incredibly difficult to see anything conservative in that, at least if you're sane.

I'm all for the right of self-defence. However, with that should come a great deal of responsibility. If you're going to take it upon yourself to act like a cop, you should be held to at least as high a standard when you smoke someone. The police usually only go out with guns blazing in the movies, but some people think that those not in the constabulary can shoot first and ask questions later and do so without consequence. 

As far as the Martin-Zimmerman controversy goes, it doesn't logically follow that following someone around,  confronting them, and then shooting them in the chest when they decide to kick your ass - assuming that this is even what happened, itself a leap of faith - constitutes "standing your ground", particularly when you're armed and you're not good and goddamned sure the other guy is, too.

If you think I'm talking crazy talk here, know that former Florida governor Jeb Bush, who signed the bill, and the chief Republican sponsor of Stand Your Ground agree with me. 

On that point, I'd be awfully surprised if Mr. Zimmerman thought that Treyvon Martin was armed and decided to follow him around anyway, especially when a 911 operator specifically instructed him not to. It makes eminent sense to assume that Zimmerman believed that Martin was unarmed, or at least that he was better armed and more willing to fire first. To suggest anything else is suggest that either George Zimmerman was stupid, suicidal, or that the neighbourhood watch program has become a  kamikaze  mission without anyone telling me.

Which brings me to the media coverage of the story, which is sixteen kinds of stupid. While it's beyond tragic, it's hard to see how this has become a national story but for America's obsession with race and the continuing Republican descent into eternal victimhood. 

Ann Coulter hasn't always been batshit crazy, you know. I read her first book, High Crimes and Misdemeanors when it first came out and it wasn't actually retarded. Of course, smart doesn't sell these days, so Coulter made sure that everything she's subsequently written is either laughable or actually demented. Anyone who spends as much time as Coulter does defending the memory of Joseph McCarthy - whose years of investigations didn't lead to the conviction of a single communist - shouldn't be taken seriously. 

But, as it happens, saying crazy shit is a great way to get on cable news, and being on cable news is a superior way of selling books to people who don't know how to read. Did you know that both Keith Olbermann and Bill O'Reilly have had multiple bestsellers? Did you know that cable news and talk radio hosts are the only people alive who are worse writers and thinkers than bloggers, who give away their nonsense for free?

It was only a matter of time before Coulter weighed in the Martin-Zimmerman saga, if only because modesty isn't her strong suit.
“I mean it is a lynch mob. This isn’t how we try cases in this country. And you know, the last time you saw this sort of thing on a regular basis was of course again from the Democratic Party and the Democratic Party’s outgrowth, the KKK. So, I guess we shouldn’t be surprised that we get this from the Democrats. They have never bought into the criminal justice system where you have, you know, grand jurors and a procedure where evidence is vetted, and police look at it and prosecutors and grand jurors.”
Just for the record, the last time I was aware of a “lynch mob” going after someone named Zimmerman, Dylan had just gone electric. It’s not a phenomenon you hear a lot about in the news.


Historically, the phrase is very specific to the black experience in the Deep South of yore. It has very real connotations to people who are still alive today. Of course liberal activists shouldn’t have compared the Martin case to Emmett Till, but it should be remembered that Emmett Till would only just be approaching retirement age if he were alive today.

This isn’t unlike Sarah Palin’s appropriation of the conservative “blood libel” in the wake of the Gabrielle Giffords shooting. Because having MSNBC saying nasty things about you is just like the European pogroms against the Jews that culminated in the Holocaust. Seriously, if you blindfolded me, I wouldn’t know the difference. Actually, that’s not true. Coco Chanel does smell different from incinerated human flesh, if only slightly.

Lookee, I’ve been writing in public just shy of nine years now. And if you went through everything I’ve put out on Al Gore’s fabled Interwebs, you would be very hard pressed to find an instance of me calling anyone a racist. Mostly because it’s nasty, unnecessary, rarely true, and doing so proves that you don’t have a further argument.

Moreover, it’s a tactic pioneered by the Left, who still uses it to great effect on a daily basis. It seems to me that the Right can’t decry the tactic and appropriate it at the same time, at least not while remaining credible. It’s an intellectual twist to stand for rugged individualism while positioning yourself as a persecuted class, which rich, white cunts like Palin, Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh and Coulter herself  like to pretend that they are. These people say - often in the same fucking paragraph - that you should pull up by your bootstaps and that you can't because the government and media are discriminating against you because, of all things, you want a tax cut. 

You know what? I’ll renounce everything I’ve said in the preceding five or six paragraphs if you can give me just one example of Ronald Reagan publicly comparing himself to the target of a lynch mob or a Holocaust victim because of his political opinions. Nor are you likely to find him equating Democrats with the KKK, mostly because he actually was a Democrat during the period in question.

Ms. Coulter, in her comments, likes to point out that that the Ku Klux Klan originated and flourished in what were then Democratic states. What she doesn’t point out is that those states are all Republican now, or why.

Between the end of Reconstruction during the Grant administration and the 1964 presidential election, the Republican Party was considered a foreign entity in the former Confederacy. Ten years after Brown v. Board of Education accomplished exactly nothing (because school desegregation only happened under Richard Nixon, nearly two decades later), Lyndon Johnson passed the Civil Rights Act, supported largely by the GOP.

Barry Goldwater voted against the Civil Rights Act as a matter of principle. He was the furthest thing from a racist – and was one of the first mainstream voices to support gay rights in the 1990s – but he felt that the federal government shouldn’t be in the business of interfering with property rights.  It should be remembered that Goldwater was more of a libertarian than he was a Republican.

But it isn’t a coincidence that Goldwater became the first Republican to win the Deep South in a century. Five of the six states that he carried were there, constituting almost a majority of the former Confederacy. LBJ swept Goldwater way in the Western and Mountain states, which were far more inclined to his libertarianism than was the South. Guessing why is hardly a stretch, particularly since the South benefitted more handsomely than anywhere else in America from New Deal liberalism.

I should also point out that Democrat Harry Truman lost a great deal of the South to the Dixiecrat segregationist (and later Republican) Strom Thurmond in 1948. Thurmond, who became a Republican as a result of its passage, also voted against the Civil Rights Act. As a Democrat, Thurmond carried out longest filibuster in the history of the Senate, 24 hours and 18 minutes, against the 1957 Civil Rights Act.  As a Republican, Thurmond voted against the much-less (seemingly) constitutionally offensive Voting Rights Act of 1965.Strom Thurmond never publicly renounced his racial views, but remains a revered figure in the GOP. 

The Republican advance in the South was blunted by Alabama’s segregationist (then) former Alabama governor George Wallace’s presence on the ticket as an independent in 1968. Barring a southern Democrat, like Jimmy Carter or Bill Clinton – who had ambivalent racial records, if you don’t count their liking rhythm and blues – Republicans have owned that part of the country between 1972 and 2008, when Obama surprisingly carried Virginia and North Carolina, and came within eight points of winning even Georgia.

Ann Coulter might like to pretend that America’s few dozen living Klansmen, who have constituency somewhat larger than that of the New Black Panther Party (all three of them), are rabid Obama supporters, but even the most curious sense of history tells you that this probably isn’t so. History would seem to suggest that most of them have Rick Perry bumper-stickers on their Datsuns.

She also ignores the de facto segregation of the North, where Republicans dominated for most of the century in question. Nor was the Klan completely alien there. Indeed, most of today’s most notably racist Christian Identity groups are securely entrenched in the Red States. Am I the only one who noticed that the only black folks killed at Waco or Ruby Ridge were probably government agents?

Yes, the Left – and the Democratic party activists, in particular – are deeply, deeply wrong in ascribing some nefarious racial motive to everything that happens everywhere, particularly given their political history. They didn’t love blacks, as much as understood that they couldn’t form a governing coalition without them in a post- Civil Rights Act era. Life was demonstrably much easier for the Left prior to 1964, as the New Deal proved. Without the “Solid South,” none of it would have been sustained for more than a few years, if it happened at all.  

But Republicans shouldn’t pretend that their hands are clean, either. The Party of Lincoln saw the accidental success of Barry Goldwater’s constitutional stand and attempted to build on it thereafter, and did so cynically.  

In all honesty, I don’t think that America’s obsession with race is necessary a badthing. The United States is almost alone among great countries that have honestly tried to face the truly horrid things that it did to its own citizens, and that’s something that should be commended. It would be a better world if more of us did it. 

But there comes a point where that obsession colors (pardon the pun) everything and accomplishes nothing. Past that point, it divides for the sake of division, rather than unifies. And if you believe that politicians are interested in realunity, you’re kidding yourselves. Division for the sake of division is what decides elections, whether on the Left or the Right.

In a perfect world, the shooting of Treyvon Martin would be a matter for Florida law enforcement and media to decide. It’s only in the hyper-partisan atmosphere, driven largely by cable, talk radio and almost magnificent ignorance that has made it a national racial time bomb at all.

No matter where you stand, do you think that Martin or the Zimmerman families want that?

Monday, March 5, 2012

Republicans and the Media, Redux

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So, a few things have happened in the last week that are pretty extraordinary.

First, Andrew Breitbart died. Far be it from me to badmouth a cat before he's even lowered into his grave, but some of the hypocrisy since last Thursday has been nothing short of breathtaking.

The guy was a hack, at best. More importantly, a steadily increasing number of conservative voices were willing to publicly say so over the last couple of years. No more. Once sensible folks are now prostrating themselves over his casket and rending their fucking garments, just because they figure it'll annoy the left. It's embarrassing and it's not helping their cause.

From everything I heard about him, even before his death, Breitbart was personally a good guy, and even his political enemies had nice things to say about their one-on-one interactions with him. That, however, is entirely beside the point. It's his public record that will ultimately form his legacy, and no amount of post-mortem revisionism is going to change that.

When you get down to it, Andrew Breitbart was a guy who defamed a lady and trafficked in congressional cock shots. Those are the things that he was most famous for, and likely the things that he was proudest of.

 He was hardly a champion of conservatism, as evidenced by the fact that he almost never talked about its virtues. To be sure, he devoted the last years of his life to berating and humiliating liberals but that, in and of itself, is hardly championing anything, let alone a political philosophy. Having said that, Breitbart's well-documented fascination with Hebrew beef - and he did carry the only known picture of the fully exposed Weiner weiner on his phone to show off to disc jockeys - displayed an underlying support of Israel. So there is that, I guess.

Indeed, his taking the likes of James O'Keefe to his bosom, engaging in highly selective editing to make some kind of a point, and calling entire popular movements rapists probably hurt conservatism far more than it helped.  As each of his stunts were ultimately discredited, he became harder and harder for serious people to defend. And because he identified himself so closely with the movement brand, the brand itself became identified with him when it refused to denounce those stunts.

It doesn't matter if what he did was pioneered by the "mainstream media" or the left, and that's a highly debatable point. Adopting the other side's deplorable tactics doesn't make one better than one's opponents, it merely levels the playing field in tawdriness. You can't portray yourself or your political movement as a moral example - itself a silly thing to expect government to do, when you also argue that the government can't deliver the mail - while carrying someone so fast and loose with the facts upon your shoulders.

As much as Breitbart and Glenn Beck loved creating a fake boogeyman out of the long-dead Saul Alinsky, their own careers seem far more reflective of Rules for Radicals than anything we've seen from the elected ranks of the left in decades. And God knows, those two are probably the only people that have actually read that book in the last forty years.

The Republican party didn't win seven out ten presidential elections between 1968 and 2004 because of people like Andrew Breitbart. At the end of the day, Andrew Breitbart wasn't championing conservatism as much as he was championing Andrew Breitbart. And that's fine. We live in a market society where such things should be admired. But let us not pretend that it was anything other than what it was. He was Snooki.

When it comes to media-baiting nonsense, it's hard to top Newt Gingrich. The former Speaker has a long and storied history of exploiting the ignorance of his followers that some think actually makes him smart. I would argue that it doesn't, and his third-grade understanding of American history and his non-existent knowledge of how international commodities markets work is nothing short of laughable. His dismal showing in the primaries tends to reinforce that. After all, who thought that Rick Santorum would be beating anyone on the national stage, let alone the self-described Smartest Guy in the Room?

The only reason that he's attracting any attention at all at this point in the campaign is because of his incessant attacks on the media types asking him questions. You'll notice that he never actually answers the questions, or anything like that. It might get in the way of his pointless, meandering diatribes.

Yesterday, Gingrich did almost the full round of Sunday morning shows. And in each of them, he came right out of the gate with "You know, (insert host's name here), I am astonished at the desperation of the elite media to avoid rising gas prices, to avoid the president's apology to religious fanatics in Afghanistan, to avoid a trillion dollar deficit, to avoid the longest period of unemployment since the Great Depression and to suddenly decide that Rush Limbaugh is the great national crisis of this week."

Abject fucking nonsense, all of it.  Don't get me wrong, I'm sure that Gingrich would like to avoid talking about the freakshow that the Republican presidential primary has become. But the fact that it's a freakshow is hardly the fault of the media, elite or otherwise.

When you can't put away an abject loser like Santorum, he tends to dominate the debate, simply because he's genetically incapable of not spouting lunacy into any microphone that's put in front of him. And lunacy is always newsworthy, particularly when the person spouting it would like to be given nuclear launch codes and might yet have one of the two major political parties endorse his getting them.

That's not the fault of David Gregory, George Stephanopolous, Bob Schieffer or Chris Wallace. The fact that Rick Santorum is dominating the GOP's message with his fully crazed and only half religious (ever notice, for example, that Rick's positions on abortion and contraception are his "reflecting the beliefs of his Church", while his positions on, say, the death penalty and bombing Muslims decidedly aren't? Santorum, like most Catholics, is awfully selective in his piety.) rhetoric is entirely due to the fact that Gingrich and Romney are singularly unequal to the task of him putting him down once and for all. Take Santorum out, and the contraception issue disappears - assuming the Republican congressional caucus lets it.

In fact, the media has been noteworthy in it's incompetence in dealing with an asshole like Gingrich. Here's an example of that. Over the last few weeks, Gingrich accused Romney of "unprecedented dishonesty." Yet, on Meet the Press yesterday, Gingrich said that he would support Romney as the nominee.

Wow! Is the person you've described as the most dishonest person in the history of presidential elections really preferable to Barack Obama? Really? Is so, in what way? Don't expect David Gregory to ask him that. We just have to take it on faith that unashamedly lying to the American people about pretty much everything, as Gingrich regularly accuses Romney of doing, is preferable to corporatist liberalism. Unless, of course, Romney is lying about that, too. And there's at least an even chance that he is, given the Governor's record.

There are a couple of points that I'd like to make about the GOP and the "elite media."

First, Republicans running against the media is hardly new. In fact, Richard Nixon invented it, which is, in large part, how Spiro Agnew came to be. The last Republican to take a halfway sane position on the media was Dwight Eisenhower.

During his last press conference, Eisenhower was asked if he thought he was treated fairly by the press. Ike just looked down from his podium, smiled, and said "I don't see what a reporter can do to a president, do you?"

Smart Republicans have even been able to use supposed media bias against them and to their own advantage. Lesley Stahl of CBS tells a particularly gripping story about a conversation that she had with President Reagan's image manager, Mike Deaver.

Stahl ran a particularly nasty story about Reagan's budget cuts, which the story implied, would disproportionately hurt the poor. Her voice over ran over beautiful video of the President getting off of Marine One on the South Lawn and walking into the Oval Office with a bright smile on his face.

When Stahl called Deaver the next morning, he thanked her for what she thought was a brutal piece that should have angered him to no end. Almost no one was paying attention to what her voice over was saying, Deaver explained to Stahl. But they were seeing the most flattering pictures of Reagan imaginable. The images wre serving the overall Reagan narrative. That's why you never saw Reagan go all sputtering stupid about the "elite media" at presidential press conferences,

Second, conservative media outlets condemn the elite media, even though they are the elite media.

Sure, you see any number of assholes, like Bernie Goldberg, Bill O'Reilly Sean Hannity, Glenn Beck and Rush Limbaugh scream to the heavens about media bias as a means of furthering their careers on Fox News and syndicated talk radio, all of which are presumably cottage industries and in no way reflective of the "mainstream media", even though they happen to dominate it.

You can't, like O'Reilly and Limbaugh routinely do, tout your own ratings and domination of the mainstream, while still pretending to be outsiders. Well, I guess that you can, but you have to credit your audience with an almost awesome level of stupidity to do it with a straight face. Thankfully for them, their audiences actually are awesomely stupid and incapable of seeing the dissonance of that position. Those folks actually do manage to work the ideas of "WE'RE A PERSECUTED MINORITY" and "WE'RE NUMBER ONE!" into the same fucking paragraph, and that might be the most goddamned astounding thing I've ever seen.

Third, and finally, there is no mainstream media. What has been put into GOP shorthand as "The MSM" barely exists anymore.

The Big Three Networks are all owned by conglomerates like Comcast/Universial, Viacom and Disney. Their news divisions are all loss-leaders. You knows what happens to loss-leaders? They get gutted, which is pretty much what has happened. The New York Times would be in receivership today, were it not for the benevolence of the improbably named Mexican zillionaire, Carlos Slim. The Washington Post Company was forced to sell Newsweek to a frigging blog for the financial equivalent of a few empty beer cans. It used to be that bloggers used the resources of the mainstream media to draw their audience. Increasingly, the reverse is true, as we saw when hucksters like Andrew Breitbart were able to drive so much of the news agenda.

Is that what people like Newt Gingrich are so intimidated by? If so, they're even more pathetic than I thought they were.

You almost never saw Eisenhower or Reagan getting publicly angry at the press. Instead, they almost playfully condescended to them. When was the last time you saw a Republican do that? More often, you have chronic losers like Newt Gingrich scowlingly berate an imaginary foe with almost zero real power.

Let's face it, liberalism has been dying an agonizing death since Hubert Humphrey accepted his party's presidential nomination, almost two years before I was born. The last committed liberal elected to the presidency was Lyndon Johnson. Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton were old-style Southern Democrats, and Barack Obama is described by even the right as a "crony capitalist."

What you're seeing today is modern conservatism adopting the worst aspects of New Deal - Great Society liberalism. These assholes simply aren't happy if they aren't victims of something. In the last four years, you've heard Republicans screaming about sexism as much (or more) than you do Democrats. Granted, they only discovered sexism in September of 2008, when Sarah Palin was invented. If you thought that Herman Cain was a delusional pussyhound, you were of course branded a racist by the right. Ann Coulter and Breitbart didn't so much repudiate Jesse Jackson as they became him.

But blacks and women actually do enjoy equal rights these days, unlike during the Great Society days. Shit, Herman Cain was the CEO of a successful company and the head of a national lobby. Sarah Palin was the elected governor of a state and vice-presidential nominee. It isn't like Bull Connor was turning Dobermans and firehoses on either one of them. Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh just like to pretend that it's the same thing, regardless of whatever statements they've made about Jackson and Hillary Clinton. Or Chelsea Clinton. Or Michelle Obama's ass. But god help anyone that suggests that they'd like to to be in the middle of a physcopathic Sarah Palin - Christine O'Donnell sexual sandwich!

Racism! Sexism! Persecution by the Media! It's a blessed fucking miracle that Republicans get elected to anything anymore.It's worse than childish and retarded, it's outright atavistic. But the single most hilarious thing about this sick and stupid phenomenon isn't that otherwise intelligent conservatives buy into the narrative. It's that they still pretend to uphold individual responsibility when they do it.

When a political media presence holds that many intellectual and ideological inconsistencies, it seems to me that the truly conservative thing to do is not trust it. I spent the first half of my life opposing this nonsense from liberals. I can't tell you how disspriting it is opposing it from people who actually pass for conservatives.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Hitch 62: 1949-2011

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Christopher Hitchens died Thursday night and we're all a little worse off for his loss. He was 62 years old.

When I started writing regularly nearly a decade ago, I knew that the exercise would be an exploration of my own outrage and contempt toward virtually everything. That being the case, I chose as models the two writers who best expressed those feelings, Hunter Thompson and Christopher Hitchens, both of whom were very much alive in the spring of 2003.

Of the two, Hitchens was a better writer for longer. Though legendary, Thompson was only truly incandescent between 1970 and 1979. Afterward, he became a truly erratic writer. The genius would pop up from time to time - the best example of which is his 1994 eulogy of Richard Nixon -  but, more often than not, he wrote like a Hunter Thompson impersonator. You could see him trying to top his own past and failing. It was almost tragic to watch, and most likely the reason he ultimately killed himself. Not only was football season over, as his suicide note said, it had been for a good long time.

Hitch was consistently brilliant for decades. If anything, he got better as he got older in ways that Hunter never could. While he never produced anything as immediately classic as "The Kentucky Derby is Decadent and Depraved", Christopher Hitchens was a better writer than almost anyone else for thirty years.

Where Thompson's written expressions of indignation were rhetorically violent, Hitchens' were outstandingly elegant without being foppish, a curse of most British writers. Thompson's outrage was energizing while Hitchens' was almost narcotic. His turn of phrase was so beautiful that you almost didn't notice the anger that drove it. And that, my friends, is art. Like Hunter Thompson, Christopher Hitchens turned something as terribly pedestrian and dreary as journalism into something literary and beautiful to read for it's own sake. The only other political journalist I can think of that turns cynicism into something akin to poetry the way Hitchens did is George Will.



I've made the proud ignorance of the Republican Party something of a religious text here for nearly four years. I've referenced it over and over again in this space, without knowing that Hitchens said it first on Hardball with Chris Matthews 11 years ago before yesterday. As Rick Perry would say, "Oops."

Here's the full quote;
“[George W. Bush] is lucky to be governor of Texas. He is unusually incurious, abnormally unintelligent, amazingly inarticulate, fantastically uncultured, extraordinarily uneducated, and apparently quite proud of all these things.”


As was true of Bobby Kennedy, when Christopher Hitchens hated you, you stayed hated. His best books, The Missionary Position: Mother Teresa in Theory and Practice, No One Left to Lie To: The Triangulations of William Jefferson Clinton, and The Trial of Henry Kissinger were all moral condemnations of their subjects and all far more eloquent by several degrees than anything else written on the subjects of his scorn.

Even God His own Self wasn't spared the wrath of Hitchen's typewriter. His 2007 book, God is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything posited that most of mankind's evil is sanctioned in our holy books, in one way or another. And the truth of that is almost inescapable. You can argue whether the good religion produces outweighs the evil it condones, but you cannot reasonably argue that said evil isn't textually sanctioned and, in some cases, actually demanded.

I was raised Catholic, so there are few things that I love more than precious (mostly, but not always, liberal) Catholics who feel that feel that the One True Church is "misguided" in believing that things like divorce, homosexuality and abortion are abominations and mortal sins, while maintaining that they are "good Catholics."

If you're one of those folks, you're a hypocritical asshole and should probably suffer any number of biblical fates for several deadly sins, not the least of which being pride.

The Church isn't a grassroots organization like ACORN, for Christsakes. Moreover, it never pretended to be a "bottom-up" democracy. Foundational beliefs like papal infallibility tend to undercut silly notions like that quite nicely.

The Church is their club, not yours, and their rules are law. To suggest that you can "reform" what even you believe is the Word of God - and is actually written in the text of the book - is more than a little presumptuous and definitive proof that you're simply bad at your religion. It is the height of arrogance to suggest that your religion disagrees with you, rather than you with it.

When I was twelve years old, I determined that the beliefs of the Church were dangerous and silly, so I refused confirmation and stopped considering myself a Catholic. As a matter of theological fact, liberal Catholics aren't Catholics, either, I'm just honest enough to say so. The Church was there long before I was born and will continue long after I'm dead. I merely choose not to prticipate in it's extraordinary silliness.

Under no circumstances would I associate myself with anyone running around Africa and telling the locals that AIDS was bad, but condoms were worse, so I quit. But I would never presume to say that Church's position wasn't biblically sanctioned because it is. I just happen to believe that the sanction is moronic and demonstrably lethal to the most vulnerable people on earth. If you believe that "God hates fags", you sure as shit better not have a tattoo while doing so because that just happens to be the next verse in Leviticus.

Essentially, that's what God is Not Great is about. If you wrap yourself in some supernatural, superstitious ceremony, you should also be called to account for the true - and sometimes breathtakingly so  - evil that's done in it's name. If the world was populated with rational adults, rather than overly tall children, that book would not have been as controversial as it was.

The facts are the facts. And the facts are that the Catholic Church didn't renounce the biblical interpretation that the Jews were responsible for the murder of Christ - the basis of 1,000 years of Christian-propagated pogroms - until Vatican II, seventeen years after the Holocaust ended. And, to my way of thinking, that's more than enough reason to renounce Christianity.

Of course, Hitchens wasn't without his own messianic impulses. He was fervent supporter of the idea of regime change, particularly in Iraq. While I was - mistakenly - at the time, as well, Hitchens and I differed on the entire  point of the war. He strongly advocated Bush's disastrously wrong "democracy agenda", which argued that you can maintain Iraq as a cohesive country while enhancing regional stability under the will of the people. It should be pretty clear by now that you can't.

His position was eminently justifiable as an ethical matter. He morally identified with the plight of the Kurds., who are the world's largest minority without their own country. For Hitchens, it was a matter of loyalty to leftist comrades against what he rightly called "a pornographic regime." But he never, to my knowledge, shared their aspirations for a national homeland.

And that's where his case falls apart. There is no reason to believe that the Kurds will ever abandon their desire for a state, but any declaration of independence will result in a catastrophic war with Arab Iraq, Syria, Iran and Turkey, some of whose territory would be a part of such a state. And unlike Kosovo, there is no international guarantor that can protect such a fledgling nation from immediate destruction.

Having said that, you can't help but admire the passion that Hitchens brought to the issue, particularly when you consider the personal and professional friendships his stance cost him on the political left. He was unwavering in what he believed was right, and that couldn't have been easy.

On the other hand, he did popularize the term "Islamofascism", which I've had a number of things to say about. It is the one instance I can think of where Hitchens carelessly throws words together, contrary to their diametrically opposing meanings. Like "progressive conservative" or "revolutionary conservative", "Islamofascism" is an oxymoron and well beneath the linguistic standards of a titan of the language that Christopher Hitchens was.  Being an Islamofascist is not unlike being a "pro-abortion Catholic", a ridiculous contruct on it's face and not something to be taken seriously.

One can't truly appreciate Christopher Hitchens without exploring the way he conducted the last 18 months of his life. Instead of engaging on a maudlin celebration of his own mortality, Hitchens instead used his esophageal cancer as a point of intellectual exploration, especially in his Vanity Fair column. If you read anything today, it should be "Topic of Cancer" and  his most recent essay "Trial of the Will."

It was on the topic of his own mortal illness that he truly broke through a journalist, and produced some of his most beautiful writing.  There was no sentimentality or self-pity in those columns, particularly "Trial of the Will", published just a week before his death. It was an intellectual and philosophical exploration on what it is to die, written by someone who was in the process of doing just that. "Tuesdays With Morrie" it wasn't.

Christopher Hitchens explored his own death with the same courage and valour that he lived his life. It didn't matter if you agreed with him or not because he was smarter than you are and would argue circles around you. Even when he was wrong, he could make a persuasive case that he right. That isn't normally the job of a journalist, but it is the raison d'etre of a writer.

Hitchens on Bill Clinton



Hitchens on Mother Teresa



Hitchens on the Tea Party



Hitchens on Jesus and the Exodus



Hitchens on 60 Minutes

Saturday, July 23, 2011

The way she wanted it: Amy Winehouse, 14 September 1983 – 23 July 2011

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I've been saying pretty regularly for years now that I hate music, and have since Kurt Cobain killed himself in 1994. More specifically, I hate what the music industry has done to music, which is essentially kill it. In the last twenty years, there's been about as much joy in music as there is in a Big Mac, which is plenty if you're morbidly obese and satisfied with whatever some inhuman conglomerate is willing to feed you.

Back in the '50s and 60's, there were hundreds of small labels that would discover and develop incredible artists whose work will outlive all of us. By the time Nirvana was signed there were six. Now there are basically two, both of whom are owned by multinational corporations whose primary business isn't music.

The guys who sell you music - which is supposed to feed your fucking soul - would be just as happy selling shoes or cheeseburgers. And you know what? The music reflects that. The days of a Ahmet Ertegun or Jerry Wexler bringing you Ray Charles are well and truly over. There isn't going to be a next Sam Philips. Ever. And that means that there's never going to be an Elvis or Roy Orbison or Johnny Cash, ever again. You'll get whatever some goddamn aspiring hedge fund manager gives you and he'll expect you to fucking well thank him for it.

But accidents do sometimes happen, which is where Amy Winehouse enters our little narrative. She was possessed of a fantastic voice, an uncanny sense of music history and the good sense to market something that should be unsellable in these most dastardly of modern musical times.

That made her brilliant, and it tells me that if some corporate A&R hack wasn't asleep at the switch or drunk to the point of derangement, she never should've been signed in the first place. If her signing was intentional, it was because the hacks figured that they had the next Celine Dion or Whitney Houston - girls who sell zillions of records to people who don't buy that many records.

Yet something incredible happened. Amy Winehouse was allowed to make records that Amy Winehouse wanted to make. And her sensibility made them unreally good records. I paid attention to Frank and Back to Black, which is a pretty impressive achievement, given my general disgust with anything with a beat these days. Amy was the industry's happiest accident in at least two decades. But make no mistake, it was an accident.

The only complicating factor is that she didn't enjoy living very much. I never got a sense that she felt the joy from her unmistakable gifts that everybody else did. It's been pretty clear for three years now that there would never be a fantastic follow up to Back to Black, if there was going to be a follow-up at all. Who knows that she even could recreate that magic? Micheal Jackson spent thirty years trying and couldn't pull it off.

After her disastrous gig in Belgrade last month, I listened to Kevin Smith spend nearly an hour on a podcast go on about how she never should've been allowed on stage. I think that he missed the point. If her people wouldn't put her out there, there's every reason that she'd fire them and find someone that would. The funny thing about delusionally suicidal addicts is that they're delusionally suicidal addicts and not all that prone to reason.

And no, drugs aren't likely what killed Amy Winehouse today. From what I understand, she was rather fond of opiates, which in and of themselves, aren't especially bad for you. The lifestyle doesn't do you any favors, and the illegality of it causes all manner of overdoses and toxic poisoning, but the drug itself is among the most physiologically harmless that you can take. Heroin, in controlled settings, is much better for you than cocaine, alcohol or tobacco could ever be.

This was a girl that lusted after her own demise. There's absolutely no indication that she was one of those moronic "life is for the living types."

After all is said and done, the signs were all there for Amy. And I have to assume that she was bright enough to recognize them. When no less an authority on the matter than Keith Richards calls you out and you don't listen, you just have to assume the presence of a death wish.

That little girl has been playing chicken with death for years now. And today, she won.

Amy Winehouse was, in the perfect rock star cliche, 27 years old. I hope that this she finally finds peace.







Saturday, June 4, 2011

Mr. Secretary: Lawrence Eagleburger, 1930-2011

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I've always been interested in people with long government careers, particularly in foreign policy. I consider myself something of a student of history and am fascinated with anyone who took part in so much of it. One of the most impressive things about Richard Nixon is that he met every major geopolitical figure of the second half of the twentieth century, except Stalin. For those reasons, I plan on re-reading and write about Robert Gates' 1997 memoir From the Shadows: The Ultimate Insider's Story of Five Presidents and How They Won the Cold War soon.

Former Secretary of State Lawrence Eagleburger, who died this morning after a brief illness, was such a historical figure, although a little-known one. He held the office of secretary for a mere five months, after James Baker resigned to lead the first President Bush's unsuccessful re-election effort.

My feelings about the first Bush administration are hardly a secret. George H.W Bush was, in my opinion, the last adult in the White House, by which I mean that he dealt with the world as it was, as opposed to some visionary construct of what he wished that it was. In this, I also believe that he was the last real foreign policy conservative in the Republican party.

Everything subsequent to the Bush foreign policy is nothing less than unfettered Wilsonianism, which goes a long way in explaining why the United States has been constantly deployed in combat operations somewhere in the world for twenty years now, the fiscal effects of which are just now being felt.

If you want to know why Bush is my favorite of modern presidents, along with Truman, Eisenhower and Nixon, all you need do think is think of what didn't happen in 1989, but very easily could have with another president in office. A major world power, the Soviet Union, declined and fell without massive, unstoppable bloodshed, an almost unprecedented event in human history.

It's impossible to imagine Ronald Reagan or George W. Bush having the restraint to not engage in a break-dancing spectacle on the ruins of the Berlin Wall, which would have caused Gorbachev and the Moscow Politburo to become even more repressive in what remained of the Soviet empire. Moscow would probably have ultimately failed, but millions of people could have been killed in the process. A potential civil war in a nuclear country is something best avoided, a fact that escapes most modern "conservatives."  In granting Gorbachev his dignity, he created the conditions that allowed for a peaceful, virtually bloodless collapse.

The same is true of the American response to the Tienanmen Square crackdown of the same year. The emerging neoconservative movement joined liberal Democrats in calling for harsh response against Beijing, or, perhaps worse, to have supported the democracy activists before or after the massacre in the square. Of course, that ignores completely the natural isolationationism of the Chinese to foreign interference, and would have not only destroyed Sino-American relations, it would have lead to an even broader and more brutal level of repression, perhaps even civil war if it had gone far enough.  

I'm not sure that Bush and Baker could have accomplished any of that without the able hand of Larry Eagleburger. While the former were spending their formative years making their fortunes in the oil fields and law firms of Texas, the latter was in the service of the Eisenhower and Kennedy State departments. In the 1960s, Bush was engaged in domestic issues and Baker was earning his wings as a political hand, while Eagleburger was one of Henry Kissinger's key deputies on the National Security Council Staff. When Bush and Baker were in political exile during the Carter years, Eagleburger was ambassador to Yugoslavia, experience that couldn't have been more helpful during that country's disintegration in the latter years of the Bush administration.

Lawrence Eagleburger, along with Bush himself, was an adherent of the Kissinger - Brent Scowcroft school of foreign policy realism, without which the United States could have faced catastrophe. That the Republican party as a whole has repudiated that legacy  in order to embrace the failed ghost of Woodrow Wilson is one of the three major reasons that I'm now incapable of taking the Republican party seriously. The GOP has been far too preoccupied rewriting the history of the Reagan administration to make it fit with their categorical lack of a coherent worldview to even think of what they'd do in office, except continue the second Bush's mostly disastrous reign of error.

Indeed, the only person left in American politics to even acknowledge the Bush-Baker-Scowcroft-Eagleburger (and later, Colin Powell) legacy is President Obama. Though deeply flawed, as we're seeing in Libya, I can at least recognize the Obama foreign policy historically and see where it is supposed to lead. No rational person can say the same about any of the major Republican challengers for president propose. They spend their days and nights imagining what their fantasy vision of Reagan would do, but fail to recognize that their vision is just that, a fantasy with no basis in history. In fact, Reagan ranks with Eisenhower and Carter for the fewest military deployments in post-war history.

I'd like to close with some of the tributes to Larry Eagleburger from The New York Times.
Bush called Eagleburger "one of the most capable and respected diplomats our foreign service ever produced, and I will be ever grateful for his wise, no-nonsense counsel during those four years of historic change in our world."

In a statement, Bush said that "during one of the tensest moments of the Gulf War, when Saddam Hussein began attacking Israel with Scud missiles trying cynically and cruelly to bait them into the conflict, we sent Larry to Israel to preserve our coalition. It was an inordinately complex and sensitive task, and his performance was nothing short of heroic."

Baker said Eagleburger "was a legend in the U.S. Foreign Service, a consummate professional who served his country expertly and with great dignity as a selfless diplomat." He said his former colleague was "superb at divining trouble and heading it off. That's why he became the first Foreign Service officer in history to rise to deputy secretary of state and later to secretary of state. Simply stated, Larry Eagleburger was as good as they come — loyal, hard-working and intelligent, a trifecta for an American diplomat."

(...)

"Larry believed in the strength of America's values, and he fought for them around the world," (Hillary) Clinton said Saturday. "He was outspoken, but always the consummate diplomat. Even in retirement, Larry remained a staunch advocate for the causes he believed in. He never stopped caring, contributing, and speaking out."

Obama called Eagleburger a statesman who "devoted his life to the security of our nation and to strengthening our ties with allies and partners."
Although I doubt that any recognizes it, the death of Lawrence Sidney Eagleburger comes at the worst possible time for both the Republican party and the United States. He still had a great deal to offer both.

But today is not the day to ponder that. We should instead thank him for is good and great contributions and honor his memory. And we should hope that more men like him are on the horizon.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

About last night: Harrowing death rattles and a pathetic requiem for the Liberal Party of Canada

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Remember how I spent the last few weeks saying that I lived in one of the safest Liberal ridings in the country and if my MP lost, it would be a harbinger of doom for the Liberal Party of Canada?

Yeah, about that ...

The battle of Willowdale wasn't supposed to be a battle at all. This is a dynasty riding friends, represented by Liberals since my childhood, with only a four year interregnum when Brian Mulronrey won the biggest majority in Canadian history. And the Liberals returned Jim Peterson to Parliament just four years later, in the midst of another Progressive Conservative sweep. And when Big Jim found himself on the wrong side of Paul Martin's fall in the eternal Grit civil war, Peterson deftly handed his fiefdom off to former leadership candidate Martha Hall Findlay.

It's true that Findlay never won with Peterson's astonishing margins, but old Jim was an institution in my neighborhood. His baby brother was premier of Ontario, for Christ's sake. He helped Mikhail Baryshnikov defect from the Soviet Union. Jim Peterson is nothing short of a legend around here. His political dick swung so low and hard that it scraped the concrete. But Martha had margins in the two 2008 contests that she fought here that most politicians would be proud enough to their grandchildren about.

Over the last two weeks, I had been getting incessant phone calls from Conservative candidate Chungsen Leung. So frequently was my phone ringing that I finally stopped answering whenever I saw the area code 647 (which usually denotes a cell phone in these parts) on my call display. I wrote off Leung's persistence to an excess of money, high hopes and stupidity. As it happens, I was wrong. That happens from time to time. Findlay lost by a bare two points, but it may as well have been a million, given what this riding means to the Natural Governing Party of Canada.

By the time Martha's loss was announced, the streets of Toronto were already running red. But unlike in normal elections, that red didn't symbolize the hubris of Hogtown Grits spilling over and defiling everything it touched. Oh no, brothers and sisters, this time it was blood. running so freelt that children recoiled from it And when blood spills from the Liberals' Greater Toronto Area head, it's a matter of biological certainty that the body is being drained white across the country.

Your friend and mine, the great and good Jay Currie, has often referred to the Liberals as "the Toronto Party." Well, no longer, dear Sir. See the map to the right? Just a decade ago, it was a solid impenetrable Liberal red. Those red spaces are now reduced to mere pockets, spotted and spread apart, much like Solzhenitsyn's fabled Gulag Archipelago of old. They are little more than penal colonies now, a place where perverts are sent to ponder what they've done and consider the consequences their twisted fantasies.

And as of this morning, there is no fantasy more pervese than a Grit restoration. By the end of the week, the membership of NAMBLA will dwarf that of the once proud Liberal Party of Canada.

416 and 905 became Killing Fields on an almost Cambodian scale for the Liberal dynasty last night. But there is no reeducation for them, dear friends, only a long starvation that leaves them pleading for the sweet relief of death. You can count the surviving Liberal hidey-holes with your fingers and still have a couple to spare. They won't long survive the Conservative buldge in the north and cental parts of T.O and the NDP sweep of the south and west of the city. As the remaining Grits commit suicide or flee, those weak redoubts will be mopped up in by-elections.

No, as of this morning, we in in the GTA answer to a new massa, son. His name is Stephen Harper and we will plow his newly acquired fields as the fruit of his majority ripens and takes shape, hoping that in his benevolence he gives us just a drop of water while we do his hard work under the hot sun. Our blood, sweat and tears are now devoted to the task of picking his cotton, boy. And don't you forget it! We only pray that He's a merciful God, and that we someday come to earn his favour. Maybe a smile and a light pat on the head will be our Great Reward for currying His favour.

An impenetrable wall of blue surrounds us now, and it has penetrated deep within the city itself, This is even more like the fall of Berlin than I suspected it was last Thursday. The surviving partisans of the once proud Grit machine have fled under the umbrella of one Jack Layton. It's now his orange drapes that circle my city. Only Bob Rae and Carolyn Bennett hold pathetic pockets of Resistance downtown that serve as a denouement line between the Tories and the Dippers. The Liberals are now known in the ruins of their once mighty bastion as the Gods That Failed.

No one in their right mind would have described Michael Ignatieff as a God, and no one failed more spectacularly than did he. The fact that he maintained enough pride to avoid giving his concession speech in a gimp suit only speaks to the stratospheric heights of his previous hubris.

He is now not only just the third Liberal leader not to serve as prime minister, he is the first to lose his own seat since William Lyon Mackenzie King. King made a habit of losing his seat, but he was also largely distracted with battling Hitler and communicating with the Hereafter. And his governments survived for a period that will remain unmatched in the history of the Dominion. Only Ignatieff, despite running a much better than expected campaign, could make Stéphane Dion look like William the Conqueror.

The people of Etobicoke-Lakshore banded together as one and stomped Iggy like he was a narc at a biker rally. His electoral limbs were shattered so badly that his being able to stand unassisted at the podium last night to deliver his Roberto Durán-like cries of "no más" speaks to his almost animal stupidity. A true beast never knows when it is truly beaten. If Ignatieff was even halfway smart, his final political address would have ended like R. Budd Dwyer's.

A five point loss for a party leader in his own garden is so humiliating that Count Michael will forever be remembered as a cautionary tale for anyone that fancies themself "too smart for the room." Etobicoke is an industrial wasteland of unpronounceable surnames that swamped and broke the Lord of Yorkville by way of Harvard Yard into, as James Frey would call it,  a million little pieces. And unlike Frey's fantastic fictional opus, Iggy's ordeal is all to real and now a matter of public record.

The Good Ship LPC is well and truly sunk. It is is ugly and sad that the lifeboats outnumbered the survivors. Most of them just surrendered to their fate and drowned willingly. For the first time since Confederation, they don't even hold Opposition status. Their almost sexual humiliation is mitigated by the total collapse of the Bloc Quebecois. But the Bloc was only born two decades ago. It was never revered as the most successful political machine in the history of democracy itself.

As of last night, they exist only as a morality play, and Michael Ignatieff is the Icarus that symbolizes the ruin of the Liberal brand. The fact that his leadership survived even twelve hours of the closing of the polls is nearly enough  to make an atheist like me believe in miracles.

I laughed out loud when I saw a poll over the weekend that gave the New Democrats over a hundred seats. Well, the joke's on me. I'm not laughing now, and neither is anyone else. Especially not on the center-left of the political spectrum, which is lining up to shine the shoes of Jumpin' Jack Layton and lick the pimp end of his walking stick today.

Layton began this campaign with a ruined hip and a prostate the size of a Datsun, but he strides upon the organized Left this morning as a colossus. He is nothing short of monument to everyone who has ever considered the political benefits of masturbation for hire. Jack gives us hope, each and every one of us.

Every Canadian to the left of Mussolini himself is lining up to pay him tribute and kiss his ring today. Dark rumours persist that defeated Liberals across the country are laying virgin brides at his feet so as to ensure that they live another day. They see the throne that he has built from the skulls of their brethren and they hope to avoid a similar fate. Jack Layton is Conan, and today he hears the lamentations of formerly Liberal women. No one on the Left has a stronger pimp hand than he. His is the only game in town and if Buzz Hargrove is smart, he's boarding a slow boat to Thailand as I write this. Siam, I'm told, is lovely this time of year.

Last night was a transcendent moment in Canadian history. More important than our combing together to give the Harper Conservatives the unquestionable right to destroy the economy was the tranformative shift on the left. The socialists are ascendent and the Liberal Party of Canada is now Mr. Kurtz in Heart of Darkness.

And Mistah Kurtz? He dead.