The Future of Dissent, Obstruction and Treason...a post-election speculation

The frantic flailing around for a message from the Romney camp has been comical to watch but it is accompanied by more sinister and disturbing events as well that aren’t nearly as funny.   As the poll numbers continue to swing in Obama’s favor and Romney’s climb to the presidency seems more and more far-fetched, the reactionary forces of divisiveness are making a feverish, last ditch effort to save him and are fighting like a terrified poodle thrown into the middle of a lake.   

The usual nitwits in the right wing media are bloviating at full blast in a brazen attempt at mass obfuscation.   If they raise the decibel level high enough maybe everyone will just cover their ears and, by doing so, miss the incoherent and hysterical nonsense coming out of Romney’s mouth.   I have to admit, watching bony-assed blonde skank Ann Colter on The View trying to tell Whoopi Goldberg what black people think was hilarious.   But Colter and Rush Blowhard and Hannity and Beck are clowns whose circus – unfortunately – will never pack up and leave town in a trail of elephant shit and big shoes.

So while reasonable conservative voices like David Brooks and George Will and even William Kristol – and I can’t believe I’m saying that – seem resigned to Mitt’s implosion and ultimate drowning, tea party congressional operatives and Brown Shirt governors intent on voter suppression in the name of fighting imaginary voter fraud are working harder than ever to rally the mob to the White House gates with torches blazing and pitchforks held high.   The hatred and frustration are palpable. 

I listen to Brooks on NPR today and when asked to characterize the state of the race, he gave a verbal shrug of his shoulders and said, basically, Romney’s fucked it up beyond all measure and the only thing left to do is get into the betting pool and guess how many electoral votes he’s going to get. 

Romney's obstructionist colleagues in the congress – before taking recess until after the election – tossed a procedural stink bomb from the balcony beforehand, killing a veteran’s jobs bill that was fully funded and drafted by republicans as well as democrats.   Anything to deny Obama a victory, even if they look like treasonous chicken hawks in the process.  They had no explanation and their particular constituency probably doesn’t require one or maybe couldn’t understand it if it was provided.   They see everything through the lens of Obama-hate and pissing on his shoes trumps even taking care of kids damaged by ridiculous misadventures in imperial dick measuring contests like Bush’s war with Saddam Hussein.  So sad; a puffed up Texas frat boy starting a war of honor with a third rate Stalin wanna-be that ends tragically – if predictably – for hundreds of thousands and the shameless republican heroes in congress then deny our soldiers a hand up to rejoin the job market.   Maybe these middle aged white men don’t think of returning veterans – many of whom are minorities – as worthy of a hand.  Or maybe they’re brainwashed into thinking there is some cockamamie Ayn Rand-ian principle at stake – as if the soldiers haven’t proven themselve self reliant enough at this point.

VP choice and prince regent in waiting, Paul Ryan is also creating as much distance as he dares to, privately complaining bitterly about the disorganization and lack of a focused message put forth by Romney’s advisors.   Hey Paul; this is what happens when naked ambition meets the cartoonish reality that is the current republican party and maybe – since you’ve been a part of it for 14 years – you should have had some inkling that hubris and a bucket of preposterous lies could be overcome by the simple incompetence of the dullard you chose as a nominee.

So the question becomes, what happens November 7^th in the aftermath of a Romney loss – potentially, a blowout loss?   Is it reasonable to assume the ignorant and disenchanted citizens of the far right are going to capitulate and move forward in a spirit of patriotic cooperation?   Are the delusional religious fanatics suddenly going to reconsider a more secular path in life and have compassion and empathy for those whose lives are far different from theirs?   Are the greed heads and corporate whores going to see the light of altruism, close their accounts in the Caymans and work in soup kitchens on the weekends?  Somehow I don’t think so.   In fact, there is an ominously grim vibe lurking under the babble of excited voices in these last 30 days before the election. 

It wasn’t so long ago that the misguided white Hitler youth Timothy McVeigh parked a truck full of ammonium nitrate and diesel fuel in front of the federal building in Oklahoma City and delivered a terrifying wake up call to the country.  Tragically, some people are still asleep. 

It’s easy to understand how the ignorant become the fearful become the haters and eventually become the bombers.  They see no options.  And the right wing fear mongers who are making a living being paranoid, hyperventilating blowhards aren’t going to stop; not while they’re still being paid a fortune for vomiting incendiary gibberish over the public airwaves. 

 I enjoy target shooting; I have several old WW II vintage rifles and enjoy shooting them much like someone would enjoy taking a 48 Ford coupe out for a drive once in a while.  And during trips to the gun range I often encounter people – always men – who scare the shit out of me, who look as if they don’t leave their room much and who can be seen methodically unpacking semi-automatic .223’s or enormous hand guns worthy of Dirty Harry.  Watching them shoot, there is no sense of joy or even enjoyment – only a kind of grim determination that’s deeply unsettling.

I don’t know how much of the bitterness and hatred that seems to flow easily from the far right is hyperbole, an isolated group of people whose rants are taken out of context or blown out of proportion.  But I do think the political climate is fractured and a game changing Obama victory might be the last straw for some.  If that happens the tea party voices who have spent the last four years encouraging sedition will have to answer to everyone else at last.

Mitt spits the bit in moment of unscripted candor...

There’s not a lot more that can be said about Mitt Romney’s presidential campaign that hasn’t already been said recently and if I pummeled him like I’m inclined to, it would just seem cruel; like piling on, kicking him when he’s down, lashing him to the roof of the car and driving for 8 hours in 50 degree temperatures.  No, that’s not my style.  I have no problem eviscerating the guy when he seems like a viable threat but to continue to hammer him now for all of the stupid, thoughtless, hysterical things he’s said in the last couple of weeks would be unseemly.

                                                                           
But much can be said about his party and, more specifically, the power guys in the party.  And make no mistake about it; they’re all men - men that smell like Cuban cigars and old money.   I’m sure they sitting around somewhere wondering how they fucked this up but if they could see beyond the bubble in which they all seem live, it’s really very simple.

They thought they could just throw their jock straps out onto the field and beat Obama this year.  A lot of things were in their favor; their criminal co-conspirators in the congress had successfully sabotaged any and all attempts by the president and the democrats to fix the economy, using the filibuster more times than during any other administration in history to block every initiative Obama naively put forth.  People were still hurting and by and large he was getting the blame.  But this overconfidence led to their current doomed situation and the candidate who is looking more like a monumental loser every passing day. 

Looking back it’s so obvious what happened; while it looked as if Obama was wounded, it also looked as if the problems plaguing him were long term with no easy solutions.  Anyone winning in 2012 was going to be in a position of “put up or shut up”, with enormous pressure to turn simplistic political promises into action; meaning jobs and economic growth.  At a time of global economic chaos there is only so much an American president can do.  My guess is, the smart guys in the room – guys like Christie and Rubio and Rob Portman – took a look around at the train wreck that Bush created and decided that running another day might be the wiser course, the better to preside over a more prosperous part of the 21^st century.  One by one they demurred.

That left the field open to what turned out to be a madcap clown car full of delusional quacks and long shots and, of course, Romney, who probably figured it was his turn.  Surveying the field and seeing the likes of Bachman and Santorum speaking in tongues, the nutty professor in Gingrich, long-time candidate Ron Paul and cockamamie pizza entrepreneur Herman Cain probably reinforced his belief that he and Ann could start picking out new curtains for the White House and not worry about the troubling details – like having some kind of coherent message.

What he didn’t expect – and what the suits with the cash didn’t foresee – was that this far-right field would suck the whole party to the edge of the cliff and cause moderates and independents to run away in terror.  Ceding the campaign to the tea party-wing made for a lot of bold talk but compressed the base so that when Mitt has a month like the last one – where he is buried in an avalanche of his own ignorance – there’s no one left to support him and his poll numbers look like the stock market charts for January 2009.  When Peggy Noonan calls you out for looking like an incompetent hack, you’re in trouble.

In a final bit of irony, the default choice of Romney, rather than holding the party together to achieve the goal of recapturing the oval office for the republicans, has cleaved it into a more profound minority status by alienating those party loyalists not captive to religious fervor or the cult of personality embodied in nut-cakes like Grover Norquist.   This leaves behind fertile ground for the emergence of a viable third party.

For all that he has accomplished, Obama is far from the perfect fit for the country at this moment.  He has alienated many progressives and libertarians with drone strikes abroad and what is widely seen as an excessive expansion of government domestically.  His justice department has been a nightmare.  There is plenty of room for support to coalesce to his right.  Center leaning moderate democrats - blue collar workers and union supporters who are socially conservative and the more business friendly but socially liberal supporters - could easily join with socially moderate republicans willing to compromise on economic and taxation issues and get to a number that would make a third party candidate seem more credible than the fringe third party candidates – sincere and earnest though they may be – currently on the ticket. 

Now as Mitt frantically turns up in swing state pancake houses and chamber of commerce luncheons to fulfill the campaign’s newest strategy of re-introducing him to an increasingly skeptical public, the short term result seems pre-ordained; Obama wins comfortably and brings a few members of congress with him.  If – and this is a biggie – he gets enough congressional support to actually implement some of his heretofore blocked initiatives, this whole scenario may be delayed and we may have some new political star emerge from an energized democratic party to run in 2016.  If, however, he scrapes out a narrow win with a recalcitrant congress remaining to hump his leg and piss on his shoes for four years, my prediction is a very angry and disillusioned electorate in 2016 hungry for a change that goes beyond flipping the same two-party coin to try the other side. 

Could we have a viable third party to stand the political status quo on its head for the rest of the 21^st century?   The next six weeks may hold the answer.  Stay tuned and make sure to vote!

Mitt Romney strides mightly across the world stage, trips and falls on his face...

The grim black clouds that have been gathering over the Romney campaign ever since his convention -and what had to be a surprising media consensus that they came off as a bunch of ambitious, opportunistic liars - suddenly started pissing down rain this week as Mitt shoved both expensive loafers into his mouth with his preposterous reaction to the attack on the US embassy in Libya.  Just today I watched a number of heretofore Romney-leaning pundits who sound ready to wash their hands of the vacuous bastard and begin their planning for Jeb Bush in 2016.  Huzzah!!!  Nicely played, Mitt.  You and Karl Rove can now look forward to long winter nights amongst the fine leather and wood paneling in your New Hampshire vacation home, staring sullenly into the fire and pounding the 20 year old scotch while asking yourselves a series of tough questions, starting with WTF.

 David Brooks, syndicated columnist for the New York Times, thought to be a sober, intelligent man – a voice of reason in the conservative movement – was on Charlie Rose the other night bemoaning Romney’s thoughtless response and ill-conceived press conference – the one that left the press corp who follow him open-mouthed in disbelief.  Laura Ingraham, the snarky radio talk-show host and someone who apparently is part of the republican intelligentsia – commenting on the Romney blunders, suggested disbanding the party if they can’t beat Obama in this election.

Mitt, even Faux News is pissing on your shoes in frustration at your venal and self-serving yammering in the face of a national tragedy.  You don’t even have the good sense to understand the political protocol and hold your fire for 24 hours.   You come off like Sarah Palin with a penis.  

Of course, he had his defenders; Rush Blowhard blustered through his radio show repeating “he’s right, he’s right”, evidently drunk on the republican strategy of the endlessly repeated lie.  Bill Kristol, intellectual godfather of the modern republican party also followed this course, while notorious bleach-blonde, bony-assed skank, Ann Colter, embellished this line a bit by saying the media’s focus on Romney’s venality only served to prove he was right, thus hitting two favorite republican birds with one stone.

Watching Mitt stammer through the next day, after someone apparently told him what an ass he made of himself, was hilarious.   Now the trick for Democrats – and they’re not good at this – is, don’t get cocky, keep your eye on the ball, watch out for the voter suppression governors and other duplicitous members of Mitt’s shadowy cabal because surely to god they are not going to give up the fight even if they have given up on him.   He should be thankful Obama is black; without the closeted KKK vote Romney would be sitting at the bar in the Salt Lake City Hilton swilling gin and writing his concession speech.

Rick Scott in Florida is doubling down on his attempt to suppress the vote there in such a way as he should be in jail, not the governor’s office in Tallahassee and in spite of a court ruling against all such moves.  Pennsylvania and Ohio are deeply enmeshed in voter suppression efforts.  The Secretary of State in Kansas, totally off his meds, went full-on birther and threatened to keep Obama off the ballot, thereby negating the need for more conventional voter suppression.    I take this to be a good sign – here’s why;

Now in addition to trying to defend their incoherent domestic agenda of unsustainable tax cuts, increased defense spending, laissez-faire environmental and regulatory policy and eat-the-poor social policy, they have to set a back fire to protect their flank from the altogether reasonable perception that their candidate is a dangerous lunatic on the world stage  and more likely to blunder into world war III than do anything constructive to advance our interests and make the world safe for democracy.  What do they have left?  The only thing they can point to is that Romney isn’t Obama and while that may resonate with some of the knuckle-draggers and tin-foil hat crowd around the country it's likely not enough to carry the day and get 270 electoral votes.   So they have to amp-up the fraud, theft and treason wing of the party to salvage what they can. 

I suspect that little insect, Karl Rove, had a contingency plan all along.  If Romney pukes on himself focus on retaining a majority in the House and continue to hump Obama’s leg for another four years, hoping that the country is still wobbling on its axis in 2016 when another Bush can ride to the rescue and begin the New Republican Century – albeit, somewhat delayed.

Either way he wins – he continues to be the most notorious pimp in the biggest El Dorado and the right-wing world will still revolve around him.  That’s tragic for the last tattered vestiges of the former party of Lincoln, as the disenchanted moderates will continue to leave the party until all that’s left is an ungainly Ork army of delusional drones pinning for a country that was left behind 75 years ago.  Hey Karl – bitterness and anger are mighty motivational forces but eventually bitter and angry people just fall over dead and we’re all better off without them.   And if Obama and the democrats can’t govern successfully – and the jury is definitely still out about that – so be it.  I hear Tom Friedman has been hinting around about a third party – maybe 2016 is the year.

The last, worst fear of the Ruling Class; Mitt gives a speech for the new American Century

Watching  the refrigerator-white circus that is the republican convention this week and listening to the various speeches I’ve been struck by one underlying theme; I’ll call it “other-ness”.   Much of the rhetoric of the party is based on this notion of “the other”, whether in fear or revulsion or contempt.  For that matter, the modern republican party – and it’s mentally dull cousin, the tea party – have little else to offer of any substance.

Have either Paul Ryan or Romney offered a detailed version of their budget plans?  For all his wonder-boy veneer, Ryan has left gaping holes in his plan in terms of the loathsome and grim details of spending cuts and tax reform.  The dullards in the party care only that his budget cuts out “those other people”, with whom they share no particular affinity; who, as a matter of practical policy reality, they deem to be less American than they themselves and who therefore deserve to get nothing and like it.  They’re isolated, frightened, cornered by events so far beyond their control as to be incomprehensible and they’re not feeling particularly generous.

These feelings play right into the republican mythology – the things the party used to stand for -  of self reliance, hard work for a day’s pay and – lest we forget – a legacy of divisive racial exploitation, bigotry and the white man’s manifest destiny.   To the simple minded, the personification of 50 years of coddling “the others” has been made manifest in Barack Obama, a black man with a Muslim name.  And the ruthlessness with which the old-money power brokers of a minority party have wielded this abject fear has been breathtaking to behold.

Take a step back for a moment and examine the republican bogeyman of the last 18 months; the deficit.  As a practical matter, it’s something of very little consequence to most average American voters – too esoteric, really, for it to be tangible.   The party’s pinning Obama with this make-believe crisis gives them a perfect justification for the cuts to the social safety net they’ve long sought and which their ignorant tribe is all too willing to see them undertake.   But the beauty of this strategy is that, to the extent that there is a crisis, it’s one primarily the result of the policies of eight chaotic years of republicans running wild; a drastic explosion of the cost of two wars accompanied by a tax cut for the ruling class collided with a once-in-a-generation financial storm that blew over the house of cards economy created by 25 years of republican de-regulation and laissez faire capitalism.   Presto! One hell of a deficit in eight short years and a shitstorm to deal with as George the Dim retreated to the relative safety of his pseudo-ranch in Crawford.  

To clean up this unprecedented mess Obama had no choice but to throw money at the economy.  His success has been muted by the sheer size of Bush’s fuck-up and the traitorous behavior of the petulant republicans after having their party ruined by an upstart leading an enormously popular revolt.   His attempt to keep the economy afloat has been magically transformed by the opposition into a careless and ill-conceived give away to the undeserving – to “them”.  Not to real Americans - to illegal immigrants and the poor and – ironically – to working class, blue collar union workers in the form of the auto industry bail out for which he is inexplicably chastised even today. 

Somehow the republicans have succeeded in making the country more polarized than I remember, even in the madness of 1968. 

Condi Rice – token woman, African-American and West Coast elitist intellectual – gave a speech brandishing her Reagan legacy and credentials and it was just another sad attempt to demonize “the other”.   Those people who would…I don’t know exactly – do things we don’t like?  The nebulous enemy we are endlessly fighting, the forces in the world that won’t acquiesce to our wishes to have our way – even in a noble cause – because they have things they want too. 

In what passed for a foreign policy speech this summer, Romney said, "I am an unapologetic believer in the greatness of this country.  I’m not ashamed of American power.”  Well, Mitt, maybe you should – if not be ashamed – perhaps give some thought to alternative ways of settling vexing issues around the world by some means other than parking the 7^th fleet offshore and scaring the hell out of everyone, US citizens included.  Your foreign policy advisers include almost 20 of the same knucklehead chicken hawks responsible for what is widely considered to be an historically tragic period of American foreign policy, presided over by the reptilian Dick Cheney, a man’s man who is so full of shit he’s already been discarded and ignored as surely as Sarah Palin, and Donald Rumsfeld, who’s exalted sense of righteousness led him to plan for an Iraqi campaign lasting months, where we would be welcomed as heroes. 

Chris Christie, a man who’s foreign policy experience is limited to ordering large quantities of Chinese take-out once a week, also puffed his considerable chest out this week, yearning for Romney’s election and the start of “a new American century”, apparently unaware of how idiotic that sounds to the rest of the world. 

Even the republican embrace of the religious right and the evangelical community can easily be seen for the cynical manipulation that it is; how easy it is for angry and scared people of religious faith to be turned into a hateful rabble who cling to their faith but forget the basic principles that should have drawn them to faith in the first place – contempt for the poor, people of color, different religions, gays and lesbians and anyone not planning for the second coming.   The powerful  guys smoking the good cigars and drinking the expensive scotch don’t give a shit about John 3:14 – they want to be in charge and as long as stoking the worst in their addled minions accomplishes that, they happily play along. 

The country is coming apart at the seams, separating into tribes like some god damn science fiction novel.  Or as Paul Ryan would put it, “the useless class” and the triumphant, self made class, like himself – never a job outside of government - and Mitt, the turkey vulture of the East.  The election may be the last gasp of the barricaded-in-their-homes-scared-shitless goaded into extreme intolerance by modern robber barons, hedge fund whores, oil companies seeing their demise in every Prius on the road and the last dying remnants of the Ruling Class.  The good news is, the “others” will eventually win.  As hard as slimy little vermin like Karl Rove pray alone at night for a republican century, he is far too evil for whoever he’s praying to to listen. 

 But don’t kid yourselves; if Romney wins it’s going to be a grim and frightening time for all of us who aren’t rich or drugged.   It will be as if we didn’t learn a damned thing since 2000 or, if we did, we can’t bring ourselves to uncover our eyes long enough to wake up and make the nightmare stop.   At the end of the day, those who are curled into a ball with the blanket over their heads will only be hiding from the inevitable – we might as well spend the next three months making sure that doesn’t happen. 

Post Racial America, My Ass; Romney's Latest Act of Mad Desperation...

There has started to be a vaguely familiar bad odor clinging to the Romney campaign for the last couple of weeks, you know, like the smell of a neglected cat box the first time you stop over at the apartment of that girl you just met.   Or like when you don’t notice that you stepped in dog shit at your brother’s house and leave your shoes in your garage when you get home.  The next day you wander through the house sniffing and looking puzzled.  As I sniffed the funky vapor trail thoughtfully, I suddenly recognized what it was; desperation and fear.   

How else to explain the complicated pivot the campaign has taken regarding welfare reform.  In a complete non sequitur, in the middle of a trivial pissing match over Mitt’s tax returns, Medicare and the choice of smirking Ayn Rand groupie, Paul Ryan as the party’s vice presidential candidate, suddenly it has become the issue of utmost importance.  There has been an avalanche of ads proclaiming that the Obama administration is trying to remove the work requirement in the program and the campaign has trotted out tried and true boldfaced liars and two bit criminals, like John Sununu, to appear on news outlets everywhere, stridently accusing Obama of acting like the communist Muslim activist he is by letting welfare mothers and other slothful alcoholics and cripples lay around on their sofa all day drinking cheap wine and inhaling paint fumes.

There’s nothing surprising about this as a tactic; baseless accusations repeated over and over to an ignorant base is par for the modern republican course.  What is mildly surprising – and the source of the odor of desperation – is the unabashed racial code providing the subtext to the entire, empty exercise.  And for that – and the mountain of cash required to sustain the assault of noxious media – you can thank treacherous little insect Karl Rove.  And therein lays the key to connecting the dots – let’s give that a try.

As has been pointed out so eloquently by Bernie Sanders, there are 26 billionaires who make up the vast majority of the donors sustaining the republican party, particularly since the lead up to the 2010 mid-term elections.   Orchestrated by Rove, this group of stealthy rich white men has been advancing one of the most reactionary agenda since Barry Goldwater.   But if you’re going to pony up that kind of serious money, you expect to get a pretty good return on investment.  The tragic error Rove made was in the clown-car full of dangerous lunatics, religious fanatics and half-baked knuckleheads who started last year vying for the nomination. 

I’m sure at one point it looked as if Obama was so doomed to failure - due to unfolding events around the world coupled with the obstructionist traitors in congress - that Rove could hold his nose and select a career also-ran like Romney from amongst this bunch and still prevail.  The problem has turned out to be that, in spite of determined efforts by the republicans in congress to establish themselves as the most “do-nothing” group in history, and systematic voter suppression efforts by equally seditious governors across the country, tremendous success in foreign policy and an improving economy have boosted Obama into the lead in the polls coming down the home stretch. 

Now as Romney tries earnestly to project some sort of gravitas by dragging Ryan around the country saying, “Why don’t you take that one, Paul…?”, their tired economic prescription of tax cuts for high income earners and scorched earth social policy have coalesced into a cocktail that no one who’s still sober wants to drink again.  Been there, threw up on that.  So what does a slimy little turd blossom like Rove do?  Why play the race card, of course.  And although the modern republican party has been able to continue to exist as a minority party in the US for the last 40 years through a skillful use of racial politics to attract the increasingly marginalized and angry middle class uneducated white vote, this may be a bridge too far, even for them.

Which brings us back to the dirty campaign regarding welfare - Obama hasn’t advocated dropping the work requirement for welfare recipients; he simply acquiesced to the wishes of a  group of governors – a number of them republican – for some flexibility in how this requirement is implemented and managed.  The Romney people know this full well.  But Rove doesn’t care about niceties like telling the truth – he follows a republican tactic that goes back at least to the Reagan administration and the pack of near criminals employed through that dark and loathsome eight years; if you can’t prove it, I didn’t do it.  And the corollary is, of course, if I say it enough times, it becomes true.  Combine the two approaches and you have the toxic swill now being promulgated by the Romney campaign across the land – accuse the Terrible Negro of trying to help out his shiftless, crack addicted brothers and sisters by making it easier for them to spend all day on the stoop drinking cheap wine out of a paper bag while the angry and hurting white working class has to support them.   It’s so obvious.

But in American today we have an unfortunate confluence of extreme partisanship and ignorance and these low-information, wounded and angry voters can be swayed by the endless repetition of ads, even those universally judged to be false.  And remember; we’re not talking about ads which merely spin an issue in one direction or another – they’re lies, the Romney people know they’re lies and have nonetheless adopted a clear strategy to run them anyway, to get the base fired up going onto their convention in Tampa next week.  This is unprecedented political cynicism and a prescription for an Orwellian, dystopian future that should keep us awake at night.

The main reason that an empty-headed, vacuous candidate like Romney is even close in late August of an election years is that the people who have a vitriolic hatred of Obama are far more enthusiastic in their feelings than those of us who are now disappointed or disaffected by him or who think Joe Biden is an idiot.  It’s demonstrably easier to be filled with righteous indignation in opposition to something than to support something about which you may be somewhat ambivalent.  But really, do you want to live in an America run by a cloistered group of rich white guys who may be prone to god-knows-what level of psychosis and dysfunction?   Do we want the neo-con geniuses responsible for two horribly destructive wars back in the White House playing video games with the live of American soldiers?  Do we want oil companies free to punch holes in the ground everywhere there’s a sniff of oil?  Do we really want to discard a proven 80 year-old social safety net in favor of some quasi-Randian notion of self reliance and laissez-faire capitalism? 

Are we really that afraid of the blurring of racial distinctions that we want to cling to our misty notion of a mostly white America full of June and Ward Cleavers living comfortably on Pine St. with a black maid and Hispanic gardener?   Let’s drag this putrid ad campaign out into the light and discuss it for what it really is; a desperate appeal to fear and the latest evidence that the republican party has sold its soul to the devil and he looks a lot like a chubby little turd blossom from Texas named Rove.

If I could talk to Barack alone for 10 minutes...

In the interest of following the modern empty-headed media trend of bashing both parties and spreading the blame for the current contagion with which we are infected to politicians of all stripes, (even though loyal readers know that I certainly disagree), I am going to flog Team Obama for both their failings through the first term as well as their miserable failure in designing an effective campaign to date.   So off we go; here’s an open letter to Barack Obama and his dizzy and uncoordinated minions.

Dear Barack; Let me start by saying that your election in 2008 was a surprisingly joyous occasion for me.  I’m nearly 60, came of age in the late 60’s hoping like hell that I didn’t get drafted, cursing Nixon, and developing an uncanny ability for rolling joints with one hand while driving, not necessarily in that order.   It made me happy for several reasons; first, it meant that the previous 8 years of an incredibly frightening dimwit wandering near the red telephone with his reptilian prince regent and a cabal of ruthless greed-heads was not the start of an inexorable, flaming spiral of death, fear and madness.  You may not realize just how comforting that was.

 It meant the march of the right wing reactionaries -  begun with the election of the sweating, swarthy, jabbering paranoid Dick Nixon and blossoming with his near-sighted war criminal turned statesman, Henry Kissinger bombing Laos and Cambodia back to the 16^th century while want-to-be secret agent G. Gordon Liddy and his clumsy band of third rate second story men fucked up a simple break in at the Watergate - had been at least temporarily halted by an almost inexplicable surge of mass cooperation, collaboration and wrenching disgust at what our government had become – water-boarding liars and thieves and amoral criminals.  It felt good.

It also meant a lot to me that an intelligent man of color was elected, a truly historic event that my generation had been working towards for nearly 50 years.  It meant that the regressive cavemen like George Wallace and Strom Thurmond had lost, once and for all and finally.  It may be a cliché but in truth, we are living the great American experiment writ large – the stereotypical melting pot is still cooking and we are not nearly done with the inevitable blurring of the races just as surely as we aren’t done with the blurring of gender roles, adjusting to the global economy, and figuring out how to stop from destroying the planet.   You weren’t a rich old white man and that was incredibly refreshing.  And in truth, had you been, with the same rhetoric and policies and vision for governing, you probably wouldn’t have been elected, even running against a fossilized cold warrior like McCain and an empty-headed ditz like Palin. 

Unfortunately for you, this monumentally important event took place in the context of the disastrous culmination of years of misguided economic policy, deregulation, and selfishness and as you slid behind the wheel to an Earth, Wind and Fire soundtrack you probably knew that the brakes were about to go out and the wheels were going to fall off.   A determined conspiracy theorist, as a matter of fact, could easily suspect that the nomination of McCain and his subsequent punch-drunk selection of Palin may have been a signal that the republicans wanted no part of the last four years, knowing full well that it was a catastrophic train wreck waiting to happen and not wanting it to happen on their watch.  That particular bit of insight proved to be true; angry and frightened American started turning on you immediately, expecting you to fix things the day you took office and those not hiding under the bed with a blanket over their heads began muttering darkly in about the summer of 2009. 

But I am not here to defend you – in spite of you having my sympathy, the truth is you have fucked this up a number of ways and there’s no getting around it.

You should have recognized early on that being conciliatory with the republicans was going to get you nowhere.   They began plotting your 2012 defeat the day you were inaugurated and it was clear anything you proposed, they would oppose.   Instead you negotiated and negotiated right up until the 2010 mid-terms when they ate your lunch.  You squandered an historic opportunity by even bothering.

Your justice department has been a nightmare; ignoring the financial criminals completely, chasing pot dispensaries and letting the crew-cut jar heads run amock along the border.   There’s really been almost no difference between Holder running the department and the series of brown shirts and Wall Street collaborators running it for George the Dull.  Holder is no Alberto Gonzales but in truth he hasn’t accomplished much either and chasing illegal aliens and stoned cancer patients is no way to build a lasting legacy.   Meanwhile smirking pricks like Jamie Dimon are testifying in front of congress and pissing on your shoes. 

You promised to end the war in Iraq and you did that; congratulations.  In spite of blow-back from right wing warriors and chicken hawks who never met a war they couldn’t support, we’ve finally ended that doomed adventure in cheap revenge and dick-measuring begun by Dubbya the dumb ass and cheered on by the cadre of neo-con geniuses in the White House basement.  Good job.  Now get us the hell out of godforsaken Afghanistan.   Sure, there were political considerations to doubling down with another surge but face it; Karzai and his tribe of cronies and fixers are just a bunch of thieves and bandits and imagining for one second that we can turn this dusty, goat-ridden place into some kind of exotic resort destination and productive member of international society is a fool’s errand of the highest order and it’s long past time to tell him,  “it’s over – you guys figure it out”. 

One point made repeatedly by republicans and patriotic conservatives – not necessarily the same thing – is that you have missed a chance to root out all of the mind-boggling duplication, waste, inefficiency and just systemic chaos in government.   Have you tried to interface – as a private citizen – with any federal government bureaucracy lately?   It’s a sucking tar pit and a fundamental reason Americans are disillusioned and pissed off about their government.  It’s this monumental “thing” that only seems to restrict us and not actually assist us in accomplishing anything useful.   Under the circumstances, this is probably a second term issue but I thought I’d mention it. 

But my biggest complaint isn’t something you chose to do or not do; honorable people can disagree as to priorities and necessities.  My biggest problem is that your team messaging sucks; it’s absolutely inept.  If this is the best that Axelrod can do, he’s gotta go.   With all that you accomplished – in the face of staggering and treasonous opposition – most of the country still doesn’t know that they got a tax break, thinks of “stimulus” as a dirty obscenity, hates the idea of bailouts but are supporting the opposition, who themselves benefited from them and who – now that they don’t need you any more – are clamouring for your defeat and calling you a failure.   There is no understanding of the economic fundamentals making employment such an intractable problem, even though Robert Reich, Paul Krugman and Joseph Stieglitz have been giving free lectures on the topic for two years. 

A perfect example; you let the republicans totally control the narrative around the Keystone Pipeline flap and it ended up being characterized as you being a tree-hugging environmental wack-job instead of a story about the incredibly dirty, boondoggle and waste of time that it was / is.  Nevertheless, you hadn't cancelled it; just called for further review and planning to take care of concerns expressed by people in Oklahoma - not exactly a hot bed of Greenpeace activists.  Why wasn't someone out there telling the true story of stinking oil sands and the fact that all of that oil would be refined and exported, not used domestically?  Where were your people as you were blamed for rising gas prices by all of the republican candidates and their Faux News propagandists? 

Why isn’t  there a coherent message from your people to boost your successes as much as republicans inflate your failures or invent them for you?   And now – in the last crucial months of the campaign – you’re still not giving anyone a reason to vote for you; you’re bashing Romney and Ryan and looking petty and small and weak by doing so.  Give people a reason to give you a second term!!!  Stop worrying about Mitt’s tax returns – he asked Ann for permission, she said no, so that’s it.  You spent the entire first two years of your administration and most of your political capital passing the ACA, it was validated by the Supreme Court, now move on.  Ryan’s budget’s an easy target so fire away but what are you going to do in the next four years? 

Look, Barack; let’s be real – there is 45% of the country that is going to support you and 45% who hate you.  If you could change that whole black thing it might be less.  But you need to get the 10% in the middle and you’re not going to do that by preaching to the choir. 

Romney is an empty suit and Ryan’s a self-serving far-right reactionary – you should be able to defeat them without all this drama if the democrats could just focus on telling people how they are going to benefit – how we’re all going to benefit – by re-electing you.  But they are doing a terrible job of it so far.

Your barking pal,

JT

Romney has his VP choice made for him and awkward smiles are the order of the day...

The Paul Ryan era officially kicked off over the weekend with large, enthusiastic crowds of punch-drunk celebrity chasers armed with tiny glowing cameras or awkwardly pointing cell phones, trying desperately to capture a moment, so they could say that they were there that weekend when the turgid and frightening politics of the second decade of the 21^st century became incarnate in the mindlessly grinning Mitt Romney and his side-kick, the smirking brown-noser and career right wing sycophant, Paul Ryan.  Slavish but dimwitted media hordes dutifully reported this arranged marriage as some kind of potential tipping point – “a real game changer”, seemed to be the consensus – and the chattering class on Sunday morning television also had a field day talking about what it all means.  Well, I’m glad they asked. 

Romney was at a point in the campaign where it was becoming clear that he had nothing to offer; no big idea, no grand unified theory, nothing on which to realistically base a national presidential campaign except the simple proposition that he isn’t Obama and, by the way, Obama is a bad guy and a failure and hey, it’s my turn.  Heady stuff for the red meat crowd that reluctantly supported him after the circular firing squad that was the republican primaries but not much to hang your hat on as a substantive plan for the country.

Worse, Mitt was becoming kind of a laughing stock; clinging to his wife on a wave runner with a dopy grin, mumbling gibberish trying to defend his “work” at Bain Capital, trying to figure out a safe place to hide his tax returns, all while secretly attending all night meetings of the Toastmasters Club to polish up his extemporaneous speaking and trying not to sound like a rich privileged dork every time he opened his mouth.  Plus he had Ann with her multiple Cadillacs and dancing horse and hilarious attempt to relate to women by touting her own incredibly privileged life to get some street cred.  No, Mitt had nothing.  He was slipping in the swing-state polls and clearly floundering. 

So the party bosses met, probably in the basement of the Skull & Bones Club at Yale or some other bastion of rich, white men, and – over Cuban cigars and tumblers full of Patron – tossed around a few ideas they hoped would pull poor Mitt’s loafers out of the muck of his stultifying personality. 

The ghost of Ayn Rand haunts places like that; the devil that sits on the shoulders of the powerful to whisper sweet right wing aphorisms into their ears; “Fuck the poor and the doomed”, she whispers.  “They don’t deserve anything but the hideously banal and crushingly awful lives they’ve been given” comes the soft caress of her voice.  “They want YOUR money”, she says and the old white men nod their heads and murmur and grumble and curse just as softly.   “Give the insipid nominee some intellectual heft by choosing one of the party’s young turks, one who worships me as well”, she coyly suggests.

Well, maybe it wasn’t quite like that.  But the choice of weasely tea party pin up boy wonder Ryan surely is either brazen overconfidence in the extent to which the country is pissed off at Obama or a choice intended to give him some seasoning so he’s ready to run in 2016 when they fully expect to have fucked up the country so badly that the democrats are unable to catch their breath until about 2050.  Another four years of John Boner and the rest of the hyena pack snapping at Obama until he’s exhausted might just do the trick, an ominous thought for anyone wanting to live to mid-century with a shred of human dignity.

So enter Paul Ryan, a career politician if there ever was one.   For 14 years he has represented a small wedge of Wisconsin cheese, centered on Janesville, a city of 60-odd thousand people, 92% of whom are white, located near the Illinois border, just south of Lake Koshkonong.   Middle America personified, in more ways than just geography.

 Janesville used to have a big GM plant – the oldest one in North America – cranking out SUVs and employing half the town.  It closed in 2008 as the economy tanked and the market for huge, gas-sucking vehicles collapsed as well.   But today, thanks to federal stimulus money and grants, Janesville has re-invented itself as a logistics and distribution center for the Midwest and is doing OK.  Ironic, it’s fair to say, that the federal government – the one that the tea party rabble love to rail against, that needs to be slashed to the bone to eliminate waste and promote self reliance a la Ayn Rand - saved the town that Ryan represents. 

Just as it’s ironic that, after Ryan’s father died when he was 16, he was able to use social security benefits to go to college – the same social security program that Ryan now insists has to be killed to be saved, privatized, so his Wall Street pals can manage your money for you like the geniuses that they are - allowed him to attend Miami of Ohio University and find his way to D.C., where he has stuck like a burr.

Ryan clearly enjoys the media meme that he’s some kind of budget Yoda, a serious man, a deep thinker, substantive and bi-partisan, etc., etc.  But in his 16 years in congress he has yet to pass one bill of any consequence.  His biggest legislative achievement has been to sponsor a bill re-naming some dismal and forgotten post office building somewhere for his other hero, Ronald Reagan.   

But most damning is his performance during the two-term reign of George the Dull, during which he consistently supported policies – like enormous tax cuts for no apparent reason – that put us in the fiscal mess for which he now has the balls to blame Obama.  Mr. Budgetary Genius voted for two wars during this time and somehow it didn’t occur to him that we might want to figure out some way to pay for them other than to decide 10 years later that the old and the poor and the less-than-rich should be responsible, as if sending their sons and daughters to do the fighting wasn’t contribution enough. 

“America...just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable”
― Hunter S. Thompson 

The nightmare scenario running through my head for the last few nights has been this; they get elected, Mitt drops over dead, and we’re left with an utterly unprepared Paul Ryan and a sinister cabal of neo-con foreign policy and national security advisors scheming in the basement, looking to reignite the drive for American empire in the 21^st century and smite any unruly god damn Arab or other anti-Semite who dares get in the way.  “Mecca this, you swarthy pricks”, they cry as the big board lights up with all manner of military hardware, fine tuned to raise hell.  “And ignore the Russians and the Chinese – they’re atheists or Buddhists or some god damn thing – who cares what they think.”

In his own way, Ryan is just as scary as Sarah Palin was – he just doesn’t give the camo-clad mouth breathers a hard-on, so the danger is more subtle.   But as a fine example of the current republican trend towards the mindless dismantling of government as domestic policy and caged wolverine foreign policy, he’s a bright light shining from inside the beltway, a grinning, genial personification of the new right.