Friday, December 16, 2005
The State of Conservativism
So the Preznit finally figured out that a ninety-senator endorsement was pretty much veto-proof, and he agreed to McCain’s amendment, essentially, after being dragged there, kicking and screaming. After having dispatched Darth Cheney to “convince” senators that the emperor needs the tool of torture in his trusty toolbox.
This guy is a leader on human rights the way that China is a nation open to reform.
Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity are still advocating torture, which gives you an idea of where in the political spectrum these guys get their marching orders from. These oozing, running sores on the face of public discourse are the praetorian guard of Dobson, DeLay, Roberts, and Stevens. Even Bill Frist didn’t have the balls to vote for this excrement.
This is the leadership of your modern Republican Party, moderates: an unsightly cult of blood-drenched war criminals, torturers, and petrogluttons served by a fawning mass of stenographers to record their every putrid argument and transmit this glorious wisdom to you, the gibbering inbreds that serve as political cannon fodder in their fifty-million-person army.
I couldn’t help but notice a pattern in the voting again in the house, as taken from the Washington Post:
In all, 200 Democrats, 107 Republicans and one independent voted for Murtha's motion to instruct House negotiators. Voting against it were 121 Republicans and one Democrat, Rep. Jim Marshall (Ga.).
Republicans: the Party of Torture. Even on a non-binding resolution more Republicans in the House voted for torture than against it.
You are disgusting.
The American Spectator
I frequently get a kick out of reading The American Spectator. I think I have actually read more conservative publications in the last month that liberal ones.
The Regnery Empire publishes The American Spectator, which says a lot about the quality of the product.
Offal. An elephantine, fly-covered, steaming mound of excrement.
Issue after issue is the same. Personal invective that would never make it into any other major publication. Flat-out, unambiguous lies. The most sickening collection of weasels and guest weasels flown in from their warrens in Turkmenistan to argue against evolution.
The magazine always begins with an address by the High Priest of Feculence, editor-in-chief R. Emmett Tyrrell, Jr. The Grand Wizard rarely disappoints. His current address was its usual foul self, littered with nuggets of truly odorous feces like road apples trailing a parade.
His diatribes are essays that wander across the news of the day and only pause to personally insult a person in the news the High Priest hates. This one opens with, frankly, the most unprofessional writing I have ever read in any magazine in my life. Period. This is the level of discourse The American Spectator is dragging the political discussion down to:
…Maureen Dowd, the matronly New York Times columnist, adumbrated her new book by publishing a stool sample from it in the New York Times Magazine. Apparently it is a disquisition on the mystery and potent sexuality of Miss Dowd, the plain-Jane journalist, whose delusions of winsomeness provoked her to pose for a full-page picture in the magazine, her shapeless rump settled on a barstool, her rouged slab of a face turned three-quarters toward the photographer to gruesome effect. She wears a shapeless black dress that conforms to every hillock of her shapeless body…
And so on. Nary a whiff of actual political thought. I can’t even call this an ad hominem argument because the High Priest never makes a political point. He just dropped trou and squeezed out a big paragraph of hate for a political enemy right on the opening pages of his magazine.
It goes on. A long line of alley apples all across the beginning of a long voyage into Reprobatecan Land. He refers to an audience listening to Joe Wilson at San Francisco State University as “the usual audience of imbeciles.” Colleges, you see, are full of idiots because they don’t vote Republican.
He meanders into the realm of anti-Arab bigotry, snarkily writing “The holy month of Ramadan got off to a good start with small arms fire throughout the Middle East and suicide bombings in Bali, Iraq, and Israel. In London, Sir David Frost announced that he will be presenting a current affairs program on al-Jazeera, though he will remain clean-shaven.”
And so on. I suppose I should not be surprised. As they pointed out in last month’s issue, Ronald Reagan said his favorite magazine was The American Spectator. Birds of a feather, as they say. I suppose if Southern Partisan gets published, so should The American Spectator. The real question is this: who’s taking these idiots seriously?
That’s were the rub is. This administration is. This is the joke that the Republican Establishment has become: they read an angry version of Mad Magazine like it’s Harpers. Like serious, reputable journalists contribute to this festering sore on the face of the periodical community. The conservative movement as it is is destroying the fabric of our political discourse.
The rag goes on. Grover Norquist writes an article on the “Best and Brightest” in the Republican Party. On the facing page are nine pictures of the “best and brightest,” and the three in the middle are Bill Frist, John McCain, and Rick Santorum. That pretty much says it all.
Followed by an article on Independent Design, arguing that it is based on “neutral principles and facts drawn from mathematics, information theory, biochemistry, physics, astrophysics, and other disciplines.” I won’t repeat the rancid argument that follows. Let’s just say it wasn’t based on any science I recognized, unless you call being a greasy huckster for the Priests of Plundering Pensions a “science,” which is kind of like saying a paranoid schizophrenic’s theories are based in “abnormal psychology.”
I start skimming the rest. An article on how feminists are making college life hard on the perpetually oppressed young white male. I heard the same argument on Limbaugh just yesterday.
Despite the fact that The American Spectator and The Weekly Standard continually battle for The Most Putrid Periodical in Major Circulation Award, I still read them, just to keep an eye on what the orcs are planning next. After all, I don’t need The Nation to tell me what I already know. That’s why Al Gore invented the Internet.
Is there any subtlety left in the Corporatist movement? Childish vitriol, bigotry, Grover Norquist, and science by secessionist ministers?
# posted by BitterHarvest @ 3:12 PM 
