Monday, August 01, 2016

The turning point

When the history of this bizarre political season is written, I believe it will be seen to hinge not on the economy or foreign affairs or even race, but rather on a man who died twelve years ago and was unknown to most Americans until last Thursday night.  The words of Khizr Khan, moving as they were, constituted only one statement by a speaker at the Democratic convention, but they penetrated the notoriously thin skin of the Republican nominee and he can not shut up about them.  Can NOT.  All criticism maddens him, but this was like a perfect jab from a master picador, enraging the bull and making him fatally reckless. 

In classic fashion he chose not to respond to what Khizr Khan said, but to what Ghazala Khan did not say in Philadelphia, implying that she was either silenced by Sharia law or just a dumb woman with nothing to say.  Her eloquent response, first in an interview with Lawrence O'Donnell and then on the op-ed page of the Washington Post, threw that back in his face.  So he whined that Khizr Khan "viciously attacked" him by suggesting that he is unfamiliar with the Constitution.  At this point the nominee might have noticed that he was coming under attack by others -- putative allies like John McCain, Erick Erickson, the Veterans of Foreign Wars, Gold Star families -- but if he did, it made no difference.  Apparently there is no one in his employ who can persuade him to shut up and let it go.  There is nothing to be gained hereMove on.   The twit keeps tweeting.  Khan is just a dupe.  Hillary's speechwriters told him what to say.  It's all about TERRORISM!  Their son would be alive if Hillary hadn't voted to invade Iraq!!

The grave of Captain Humayun Khan in Arlington has become a place of pilgrimage.  The Constitution his father held up at the convention is one of the top ten sellers at Amazon.   The latest CBS poll has Clinton ahead by seven points. 

He doesn't get it.  He never will.
 

 
 





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Friday, July 29, 2016

Run-DNC

(random thoughts on a summer night)

When did political conventions start presenting an In Memoriam segment?  It's not the Oscars.  And I had no idea Muhammad Ali was a Democrat.

Is it wrong that I've mentally named Tim Kaine "Rev. Timtom"?

Apparently Trump was being "sarcastic" when he invited the Russian government to hack Hillary Clinton's email.  This does not bode well.  "I have a beautiful beautiful sense of humor, believe me, but the Joint Chiefs don't get me.  They didn't know I was being sarcastic when I said we should bomb Germany because the Germans are very nice people, they love me.  Anyway Angela Merkel was a fat pig and nobody will miss her."

It's good that Mary Steenburgen has a distinctive voice, because she has joined the ranks of Actresses You Can No Longer Pick Out of a Crowd.  Also, Sharon Gless is now bigger than Tyne Daly.  I feel very old.

I didn't hear all of Michelle Obama's speech, but I look forward to hearing it from Melania Trump (or her successor wife) in four years.  "I was born in a house built by Slavs."

Michael Bloomberg will be devastated when he finds out he's "little."  That's all you've got, Donzo?  I thought he nailed you to the floor. 

Bill O'Reilly needs to learn when to shut up.  Like every day that ends in a "y".

All the channels should re-think  the phrase "breaking news."  It should not cover anything two days old, or in the future, or just bloody obvious.  Cronkite interrupting a soap opera with a bulletin from Dallas was breaking news.  "Chelsea Clinton to introduce mother" is not.

My heart is pretty hard when it comes to political spectacle, so believe me when I say these people were masters of the lump in the throat:  Larry Sanders announcing the vote for his brother Bernie and both of them crying...the Mothers of the Movement talking of their murdered children...the anger and grief of Mr. and Mrs. Khan...Mark Kelly and Gaby Giffords...yes, even Paul Simon croaking "Bridge Over Troubled Water"...so is it wrong to want to feel something beside revulsion?  We've not Vulcans, our politics have never been about logic.  I'm a Hillary skeptic, I don't admire everything about her, but I didn't come to politics two months ago like the Sanders die-hards.  Except when the wheel of history turns up a Lincoln or an FDR it has always been about choosing the lesser evil.  So choose, damn it, or pay the price.  As Sarah Silverman said, "You're being ridiculous."






Saturday, July 23, 2016

Fear itself

Well, that was fun.

It started on a note of high comedy, when we were assured that a Slovenian underwear model would deliver a speech of her own composition.  Nobody believed  that until it turned out to be a crib from the speech Michelle Obama delivered just eight years ago.  Surely there were less obvious Democratic sources she could have stolen from -- an Eleanor Roosevelt column, say, or Grover Cleveland's second inaugural address.  No one would have spotted those for weeks.  It's not nice to humiliate your own green-card bride that way.  But her husband pronounced himself pleased because it was the most famous speech of all time, or something, the implication being that the plagiarism was not only deliberate but a stroke of brilliance.  The tone was set. 

Next came the charges.  Did you know that Hillary Clinton is guilty of Bengazi, Boko Haram, the Zika virus, the murder of police in Dallas and Baton Rouge, treason, piracy, Windows 10 and the disappearance of that Malysian Air flight?  I was surprised when no one accused her of witchcraft, because someone has clearly put a spell on Rudolph Giuliani. (Perhaps she tried to turn him into a Newt but remembered they already had one.)   I have watched conventions for years, sometimes with the help of Gordon's excellent gin, and I can't remember one quite so suffused with what Hunter Thompson -- how we need him! -- called "fear and loathing."  We were promised something different and we got it, not feel-good celebrations of the past and rosy promises of the future but a four-day character assassination.  Dr. Goebbels would have implored them to dial it down.

There was one moment of deja vu, when Ted Cruz submitted, Christ-like, to the jeers of the mob.  He repeated all the depressing reactionary formulas that have characterized his career, but in the end, he refused to kiss the stubby orange fingers of the man who insulted his wife and slandered his father, and the mob, which cares nothing for ideology, turned on him.  Understandably "Vote your conscience" is heard as an insult by those devoid of one.  I flashed back to the Goldwater convention of 1964, when Nelson Rockefeller was booed by terrifying Republican women in San Francisco.  In those days, children, Rockefeller represented something called the "liberal wing" of the party, people who wanted low taxes and smaller government but were generally not racist or isolationist.  But that wasn't the sticking point for the ladies.  You see, Rockefeller was embroiled in a messy divorce, and back then divorce was unforgivable.  "Lover!" they shrieked.  Not until Ronald Reagan and his second wife came along would that change.  Gotta love the bottomless hypocrisy of the right.

Maybe it was the Gordon's but by closing night I was sure I was watching a movie.  All day we heard about the downfall, cushioned by millions of Murdoch dollars, of Roger Ailes.  The allegations of employees hinted that Ailes fancied himself the Alfred Hitchcock of Rightzi media, except that Hitch was more than a fat guy who hired a lot of blonde women (and, it has been suggested, sexually harassed them).  His women had talent and he had genius, two words nobody would associate with Poxy News.  Anyway, I was in the mood for a celluloid dream long before Hank Quinlan -- I mean Joe Arpaio -- took the stage.  Like Quinlan, the corrupt, Mexican-hating sheriff played by Orson Welles in Touch of Evil, Joe really needs to knock off the candy bars.  I may have closed my eyes for just a brief interval, but I opened them convinced I was watching that prescient classic Citizen Kane.   

Not content with the power that comes from his newspaper empire (and really just craving the love of The People), Kane runs for governor.  He makes all the right noises about his plans to lift up "the working man and the slum child," but the cornerstone of his campaign is a promise to prosecute and imprison Boss Jim Gettys.  It's an obsession, a mania, what we now would call Gettys Derangement Syndrome.  "I'm gonna put you in Sing Sing, Gettys!" he bellows dementedly.  Of course, it doesn't work out.  On election night his paper readies two possible headlines:  KANE ELECTED GOVERNOR and FRAUD AT POLLS!  (When Trump lost a primary or straw poll it was always because the process was "Corrupt!  Unfair!  Fraud!"  Imagine if Kane had had Twitter...)  At last we see Kane wandering around his hideous Florida estate under the eye of his sinister butler, abandoned by his wives and the few friends he has managed to make, smashing up furniture like a furious child and mumbling about Rosebud. 

Trump is no Charles Foster Kane.  There's a tragic grandeur about Kane that keeps us studying the film after seventy-five years.  "You know, Mr. Thatcher," he tells his old nemesis in a moment of insight, "if I hadn't been born rich I might have been a really great man."  If Trump hadn't been born rich he'd be the retired manager of a Wendy's, or possibly trying to put together a half-assed Madoff-type pyramid scheme.  There is no grandeur and certainly no capacity for insight, just greed, ego, malice, vanity and the black hole described by Tony Schwartz, the actual author of The Art of the Deal, perpetually unfilled.  Which would be bad enough if all he wanted was to be a governor.   

Friday, July 01, 2016

Oh, come on

Bill Clinton decides to have a clandestine, improper conversation with the Attorney General of the United States, presumably about the never-ending FBI investigation of Hillary Clinton's emails from four years ago.  Where does he hold this conversation?  In a parking garage beneath the Watergate?  On a beach near Asbury Park?  In his kitchen in Chappaqua?  No, in the middle of the Phoenix airport, surrounded by reporters with nothing to do but drink coffee and cobble a story out of absolutely anything.  Remember, this is Bill Clinton, not some barely sentient life-form like George Wanker Bush.  Plausible?

Meanwhile, the Trump, uh, "campaign" and a freshly-created Trump superPAC are bombarding legislators in half a dozen European countries and Australia with emails begging for cash contributions, which violates any number of well-established laws (and annoys the legislators).  Has anyone asked whether the Attorney General is investigating this?  Is she?  Or would that be "partisan"?

When you lean over backwards long enough, it's hard to straighten up.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

False flag!

Everything you know about the "Orlando terrorist attack" is wrong.  I'm sorry, but it is.  There is no "Omar Mateen" (as opposed to Omar Mateen, a New York-born rent-a-cop whose identity was stolen by the Obama regime and who left Orlando for San Francisco (of course) last week.  Very early on June 12  "Mateen" called 911 (so the call would be recorded) and claimed to be shooting people in a gay dance club.  Reading from a script, he declared his loyalty to Hezbollah, the Shiite militia which supports Bashir al-Assad; to the  Sunni fighters of ISIS; and to al-Nusra, which is fighting against ISIS.  His handlers assumed most Americans would not notice the absurdity of this, and by and large, they were correct. 

In an immense conspiracy involving the entire city of Orlando state of Florida, all gay advocacy groups, and of course the Liberal Media, the Kenyan Usurper made his boldest bid yet to take away our guns before flying off to vacation (yeah, right!) in a National Park.  Also to present Mr. Donald J. Trump with an irresistible opportunity to make an ass of himself while simultaneously driving a wedge between him and his core constituency of freedom-loving Second Amendment militants.  They refused to believe the lies about Sandy Hook Elementary School, but once you put an assault rifle  in the hands of a "terrorist" -- well, what's an American supposed to think?  Or "think"?

Exactly.

Next:  What Jo Cox, MP, knew about the assassination of Vincent Foster and why she had to die.


 

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Wednesday, June 01, 2016

Short-fingered vulgarian

The sad vagabonds of the press, drifting in the wake of the Presumptive Republican Nominee, pulled themselves upright for a few moments yesterday to ask what became of all the millions of dollars the P.R.N. supposedly raised for "veterans' groups" some five months ago.  After the expected torrent of abuse for asking an unwelcome question which could in no way be answered with the phrase "crooked Hillary" or "Ya mean Pocahontas?" it was revealed that the money was remitted -- last week.  I was not surprised.  Shall I tell you why?

Where I come from, the term "short-fingered" has always meant "cheap."  As in "When the check came, his fingers were too short to reach his wallet."  As in "Why shouldn't this money sit in my account for a few months, earning interest for me?"  As in "Watch me drain the savings of less-than-bright old people with my fake university."  As they say, grifters gotta grift.  Anyone who took "short-fingered" to imply a lack of penile amplitude would have to suffer from a serious personality disorder, where I come from.

Need I go into "vulgarian"?  

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Sunday, May 15, 2016

Every day a little death

The pharmaceutical giant Pfizer announced on Friday that it had imposed sweeping controls on the distribution of its products to ensure that none are used in lethal injections, a step that closes off the last remaining open-market source of drugs used in executions.
Pfizer said it would restrict the sale to selected wholesalers of seven products that could be used in executions. The distributors must certify that they will not resell the drugs to corrections departments and will be closely monitored.
 
Not to worry, killer states.  Pfizer makes another product which is freely available and can be used to give the condemned an erection lasting over four hours.  Repeat as needed.
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