Monday, April 07, 2008

AThe Sinister Signpost

Be careful who you criticize, Part Deux



This slice from Charles Krauthammer's "Clintonian fables, Obamanian myths" is what the Hardy Boy's called "A Sinister Signpost."  There is sweet irony in this audacious media use of circular logic to pillory inconvenient truth tellers. The device was more or less created to protect the Clintons from the American Spectator, and now a tool used against them. Ha-Ha. But we're, once again,  lashed  to the petard . John McCain, poor fool, doesn't stand a chance.  We don't either.  Fair warning.

It is not just that Obama surrogate Rep. George Miller denounced the Clinton campaign for bringing up Wright when talking to superdelegates as trying to "work the low road." You expect that from a campaign. Or that Andrew Sullivan called Hillary's commenting on Wright "a new low." You expect that from Andrew Sullivan.

But from the mainstream media? As National Review's Byron York has pointed out, when Clinton supporter Lanny Davis said on CNN that it is "legitimate" for her to have remarked "that she personally would not put up with somebody who says that9/11 are chickens who come home to roost" or the kind of "generic comments (Wright) made about white America," Anderson Cooper, the show's host and alleged moderator, interjected that since "we all know what the (Wright) comments were," he found it "amazing" and "funny" that Davis should "feel the need to repeat them over and over again."

Davis protested, "It's appropriate." Time magazine's Joe Klein promptly smacked Davis down with "Lanny, Lanny, you're spreading the — you're spreading the poison right now," and then suggested that an "honorable person" would "stay away from this stuff."

Amazing. We've gone beyond moral equivalence to moral inversion. It is now dishonorable to even make note of Wright's bigotry and ask how any man — let alone a man on the threshold of the presidency — could associate himself for 20 years with the purveyor of such hate.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

We seem to be slipping further and further down the rabbit hole...

Anonymous said...

Sent this to my standard e-mail addee list t'other day. Denny put the song (sans comments) up on his site where it got crickets.

When I was a teenager, I was stricken by Annette Funicello. Hopelessly infatuated, deeply in love, completely gaga. Apparently, so was Paul Anka, ‘cause he wrote a song for her called “Puppy Love” which topped the charts for quite some time.

Seeing people’s reactions to B.H. Obama, I’m reminded of that adolescent breakdown, that unjustifiable, hopeless, helpless, pathetic swooning over something I knew absolutely nothing about except it was nothing like anything I’d ever seen before.

The whole Obama phenomenon, fad, mass hysteria, whatever it is, has all the symptoms of puppy love. Ask people who say they intend to vote for him what his policies are, and they have no answers. Ask what he’s done, and they stammer and stare off into space. Ask what legislation he’s successfully promoted, and they begin to blither.

All they can come up with is “He’ll change things” or “I like the things he says” or “I donno, there’s just something neat about him.” Change for the sake of change. Much of America has bought into the façade of generalization as wisdom, rhetoric as reason, evasion as intellect, elocution as conviction, transition as progress, doubletalk as evidence.

Shavetail Senator Obama is a presentation, not a person; a composition, not a face; a difference, not a solution; a fantasy, not a fix. What’s happening is a crush, not an answer. Adolescent passion generally turns out to provide much more heat than light, and apparently that’s what half the American people are experiencing today.

So here’s the updated version of Paul Anka’s moonsick calferwauling for a girl who had about as much substance to offer as a tofu taco.

And they call it puppy love
Oh, I guess they just can’t see
How a young half-black apprentice
Can inspire someone like me.

Yes, they say “infatuation”
‘cause he’s just an empty suit
Tell them all, oh please just tell them
That such doubt does not compute.

I swoon each time I hear his voice,
His promises of change.
I know he’ll fix our government
And world-wide peace arrange.

So let’s vote for, vote for B H O,
He’s a novice, but he’s sweet.
He’ll stop all the wars forever,
And he speeds up my heartbeat.

Yes, I know he’s never governed,
Or accomplished anything.
Yet he has such great charisma
That it makes me want to sing.

He just makes me want to sing,
Even though it’s all lying,
He’s for change, and that’s something,
And white guilt he’s pardoning.

Rodger the Real King of France said...

When Annette was in Baltimore for some concert at Memorial Stadium, I sent a telegram (by putting change into a pay phone so my parents wouldn't know) to the Lord Baltimore Hotel, as I remember, asking her for a date. Gave my phone number, but no reply. Bitch.

Anonymous said...

You might try her again. I think her dance card is open now.

Casca

AnnoyedOne said...

Your story reminds me of something I recently heard.

What's the difference between a slut and a bitch?
A slut will f*** anyone. A bitch will f*** anyone but you.

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