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Thursday, November 29, 2012

Cliffhanger Blues, or how I learned to stop cooperating and destroy the country…


In the old Roadrunner cartoons, Wiley Coyote never did learn his lesson about reckless behavior around precipitous drops, railroad tunnels or dangerously balanced giant boulders.  He was constantly crushed, flattened, trampled and blown-up as a result of his idiotic, simple-minded persistence toward accomplishing one goal; to kill the Roadrunner.  Sound familiar?

As the media resounds with ominous warnings and sincere and earnest sounding attempts to warn us all of the looming catastrophe, republicans are acting as if they won the recent election and hold all the cards in what is supposed to be an honest and transparent negotiation over cutting the deficit.  Never mind that the deficit is an enormous, steaming pile of hokum, a fantastic boogey-man dreamed up by conservative intelligencia terrified at the prospect of a nation not ruled by them and their fat-cat, mostly white, mostly rich brethren to frighten the ignorant about a danger that doesn’t really exist.  Robert Reich, a very bright guy, has been attempting to make the point that the so-called fiscal cliff is nothing but a republican obsession that completely misses the point and he hasn’t gotten much traction.   

It’s not the fixation with the deficit itself that is so repugnant; that’s just another in a long line of mistaken priorities and take-your-eye-off-the-ball-isms that have characterized the republican right for the last forty years – a highly developed aptitude for consistently being on the wrong side of history, whether it’s foreign policy and over-hyped danger from sinister enemies like an about-to-collapse Russia in the Eighties, the Sandinistas and Saddam Hussein right on through to gay marriage and the war on drugs.   It’s the nature of conservatives to want to keep things the way they are most comfortable – like it's Alabama in 1961.

Now, rather than engaging in an honest effort to heal the country and solve some problems, they are simply reverting to their historical talking points – tax breaks for “job creators”, an end of regulation to allow unfettered exploitation of resources, the destruction of unions and the general maintenance of a royalist oligarchy inhabited by…well, them.  

One lesson they seemed to have learned from the election, at least temporarily, is that the dependence on angry social conservatives to carry their flag only succeeded in having that banner planted on a tiny little irrelevant corner of the country where nobody gives a shit.  They have adopted at least the appearance of regret over all of the hatred they so recently were encouraging and are making friendly noises about immigration reform and changing their misogynistic positions on women’s issues, if for no other reason than self preservation as a viable political institution.  I find it damning that they are – in 2012 – adapting to a reality that has been in place for at least twenty-five years but again, that’s the nature of conservatism.   I would have expected that anyone proposing that women get raped because they were asking for it somehow would have been tarred and feathered and run out of the party long ago – it makes these concessions sound to me like a liberalization of convenience, but that remains to be seen. 

Today the news was full of reports of John Boner’s deep disappointment with the Obama administration’s latest proposal for resolving the issues that he and his boneheaded colleagues packed in dynamite and lit the fuse on 6 months ago, thinking that Obama was dead in the water and their nominee was going to be a shoe-in.  They were never serious about any negotiation over their big, bad deficit – it was a party drunk of the fermented tea of a truck load of hopped-up freshmen representatives bent on changing the world to fit their peculiar vision.  Now that they have been repudiated in a landslide election debacle, they don’t have any intelligent plan.  Their plan consists of “you give us everything we want or you aren’t serious about solving the country’s problems” rhetoric and constant pleas for the president to engage in honest negotiation, as if they’re waiting patiently for him to finish his breakfast and get down to business.  From what I can see, all their talk about “accepting revenue increases” comes down to stripping the middle class of their only tax break – the mortgage interest deduction – and some cockamamie gibberish about limiting charitable deductions for the rich – a completely tone-deaf and comical idea that would accomplish very little except to demonize the poor and underprivileged and deprive them of even their current pathetic lot in life.  Nice idea...

Meanwhile, Romney has lunch with Obama today, and the mind reels with comic possibilities over that one.  Then Mitt went down to Capitol Hill to drop in on his android-like running mate, the intellectual core of the party, a man who can reach across the aisle, a man who specialized in bald-faced lying during the campaign and was lucky to hold onto his seat in the house, Paul “Lyin’ Ryan.  They were supposed to be meeting so that Romney and he could discuss substantive issues related to the deficit impasse but I say they sat awkwardly in fat leather chairs for 15 minutes sipping gin and then quickly hit the hand sanitizer hoping never to see each other again.  It’s not like there were ever any reports of them bonding on the campaign bus. 

And finally we have the spectacle of Mitch McConnell, the single most treacherously partisan human in the congress, yammering on about the seriousness of the situation and doing back-flips to avoid any increase in tax rates for his chosen constituency – the .1%.   He wants no part of Obama’s own ideas for solving the make believe crisis – he wants him to propose “solutions” that republicans can accept – in other words, to do what he wants him to do.  It’s preposterous but the guy is relentless and has absolutely no shame – he should be tried for treason as soon as possible.

Going back to Mr. Reich, he is correct in stating that the whole narrative around the “looming fiscal cliff” is a bunch of nonsense and that we should take advantage of historically low rates, borrow even more money and get people working again – that’s the only thing that is going to jump start the economy – not some arm-wrestling contest over an esoteric notion like the deficit that, if Faux News would just shut up about it, no one would care about.   

Obama has all the cards, though, and if he just stays firm, maybe we can avoid driving the economy back into a recession by doing precisely the wrong thing at the wrong time.   Play the ace of trumps, Barack…

Friday, November 23, 2012

"Honey; I thought you said that god damn dog went to the pound" - post election barking


As we shift from the election season to the Christmas season, your favorite Labrador is ready to go back to work after a long stretch of self-congratulation after Obama was able to fend off the forces of evil, tedious right wing lies, distortion, obfuscation and various attempts to change the subject and Mitt and Ann Romney’s patrician cluelessness.  Of course, we have a few thoughts about the stormy and nerve-racking thirty day period from mid-October to mid-November before we move on to other pressing business.

After Obama’s somnambulant stagger through the first debate there were nervous moments amongst the progressive portion of the electorate as a punch-drunk Romney seemed to have landed some wild and flailing blows, enough to stagger Obama, as if he came to the stark realization that – yeah, remarkably, I can still fuck this up if I’m not careful.  Right wing knuckleheads in the media went into full frothing overdrive, gleefully rubbing their hands together over the prospect of 10 million illegal immigrants spontaneously self deporting like the German army leaving Russia in 1944 – the tattered remnants of a massive attempted takeover leaving in a trail of downcast and disoriented farm workers, bus boys, gardeners and nannies trudging south to the morose strumming of a mariachi band.  The Obama ground game had to go nuclear.

Thanks to Romney’s penchant for self-destructive jabbering and Paul Ryan’s douche-baggieness, Obama was able to right himself with no small amount of help from Super-storm Sandy’s long, lingering onslaught up the east coast.  In retrospect, Romney was the weakest republican candidate since…well, since the last one.  John McCain and Sarah Palin were arguably the worst ticket for national office, ever, but it’s widely understood now that the republicans didn’t want to win in 2008 so they let an addled McCain pick whoever he wanted while Dick Morris and Karl Rove laughed their asses off over 20 year-old scotch.   They all knew that the economy was a complete disaster so they made the political calculation that they should retreat to fight another day, surrendering 2008 and pointing to this election, thinking that  their subsequent strategy of opposing Obama at every turn insured that he wouldn’t get any traction and by 2012 would be presiding over an economy coughing and wheezing like a tubercular, alcoholic Ratso Rizzo.

In the end nothing worked like these geniuses planned; their treasonous colleagues in congress humped Obama’s leg and pissed on his shoes for the better part of two years and while there was plenty of anti-Barack sentiment among some segments of the electorate – particularly the closeted KKK voters yearning for the lost America that never really existed – all this dishonorable little strategy succeeded in doing was to make everyone to the left of Mitch McConnell really, really angry.  How’s that taste, Karl?  Personally I am still hoping that somehow the Justice Department can pin something on you and the treacherous gang of criminals who pay you and make you somebody’s prison bitch like you so richly deserve.   “Squeal like a pig, boy…”  Ahem…uh, sorry.

So anyway, there was plenty of fun to be had in the aftermath of the election as sputtering right-wing media whores from coast to coast took turns having apoplexy on camera as they tried to explain away an almost 100 electoral vote spanking.  Their pathetic attempts to “broaden the base” and be more inclusive were almost as insulting to the targeted demographics as Mitt’s own royalist condescension.  Their stumbling attempts to try to talk about attracting Hispanics to the republican party were so unnatural and awkward they might as well have said, “We need to get more negroes to vote for us – let’s buy some barbeque.”  The fact that Hispanics would, given half a chance, probably be sympathetic to the republican platform in terms of social issues makes their inability to transcend their own racism and say something coherent to them all the more laughable. 

The post-mortem regarding women, young people, gays – Mitt’s 47% - was just as sadly hilarious.  To attract more women they want to simply recruit more women business types to appeal to pocketbook issues.   And while that might be a good idea, you might want to cull your ranks of the kind of misogynistic morons whose ideas about biology have all the sophistication of a witch-doctor.   As Tina Fey so brilliantly put it, “If I have to listen to one more grey-faced man with a $2 haircut explain to me what rape is, I’m going to lose my mind!”  Maybe having Ann Romney yammering on about how hard her and Mitt’s life has been wasn’t the best way to attract women votes either.   She is definitely not the “I’m every woman” that poor Whitney Houston was singing about.

Finally, and perhaps most damning of all, was the avalanche of lies that surrounded the entire republican campaign.  Sure, Obama and the democrats put a favorable spin on things, to their advantage – that’s understood.  But the republican’s whole campaign was built on a foundation of lies, fever dreams, and hallucinations to such an extent that even the stalwart republican mouthpieces in the media were clearly embarrassed to try to defend the shit that was routinely coming out in Romney/Ryan TV ads and stump speeches.  

Now as Obama settles in for a second term and the whole happy gang of them wrestle with the ominous sounding “fiscal cliff”, all we’re left with is the specter of George Will’s smirking, sarcastic, contemptuous ramblings, denying climate change and generally harassing Obama and the democrats from behind the cherry trees lining the Potomac.   It’s sad and pathetic, really.  There is serious work to do in this country – everyone knows that and acknowledges it.  If the republicans want to save themselves as a viable political entity they need to tell Grover Norquist to go fuck himself, roll up their sleeves and make some deals.  Obama wants a legacy as much as any normal human – just like John Boner.  But at this point all Boner has for a legacy is two and a half years of stubborn obstruction and mealy-mouth finger pointing and he needs to understand that all that’s going to get him is a place in infamy as the most corrupt, inept and useless speaker in the history of congress.  How about it, John?  Do you think you can find some adults down there among the old, fat-cat, white men on your side of the aisle in time for us to get this thing moving again?  We all sure as hell hope so.