I just lost my sense of humor about American politics.

Hired mobs yelling. Incoherent demagogues. Race hate. Incitements to political violence by broadcasters. Guns brought to political rallies. The worst values pushed by the worst people who have control of media empires.

It feels like a slow rolling coup. I’m nauseated, and I can’t deal. My neighbors are spouting deranged propaganda. The broadcast media is filling up with McCarthy clones and bullies. There’s so much money behind this garbage, from unfunny people who are serious about derailing even the smallest bit of social change.

I used to say that I had confidence in the American people that we would always return to a safer, blander, less crazy vision than the one we might fear. I don’t believe that now. Things don’t look very good to me.

Current mood: somewhere between “this fucking sucks” and “stockpile ammo.”

16 thoughts on “I just lost my sense of humor about American politics.

  1. Nolite bastardi carborundum
    Hey. America elected the black guy president, remember?
    Things have been uglier before. I’ll take a rump of crazies over, say, the civil rights race riots of the the 1960s.
    These people have been here forever. It’s just that they’re driven completely nuts that a black man is running the country and is trying for yes, even a smidgen of social change. Surely that’s a better thing than if we had had, I don’t know, a Joe Lieberman or some other representative of the Washington consensus in the White House. Barack Obama may not be a radical person, but he is some sort of threat to established interests.
    You wouldn’t see people out in the streets if there wasn’t a threat of actual change.
    But you live in the heart of Mordor, so I sympathize.

  2. My former mother-in-law (aka my daughter’s paternal grandmother) is an elected (local) republican politician in a posh suburb… the same suburb that recently made national news about having the largest draw for the tea party tour bus (10k+). So I happen to know *for certain* that the local republicans were calling it the “I hate Obama” rally.

  3. I think you’re in the heart of the worst of it. Me, I never see any of what you describe here. Never. (Um, I don’t have a TV right now.) I know moving isn’t really an option, but perhaps the fantasy of moving would temper some of the reality of what surrounds you?

  4. All of this noise, as far as I can tell, is the perfect cover for the Democrats as they fail to deliver. They have both houses. The will of the majority is for Universal Coverage. And yet, nothing but this bullshit.

    1. Yeah. It’s perfect coverage for every kind of bullshit: the continuing war, the financial crap, the impossibility of real change in health care.
      We need change and we’ve got pro wrestling. It’s making me crazy.

  5. It’s my firm (and perhaps fevered) hope that what we’re seeing is the death cries of a privileged class of people who have never seen the barrel end of our economic system. These poor white folks are experiencing futureshock and it’s blowing their minds. It will get uglier before it gets better.
    But note that the outrage is from the middle-aged and elderly. Those folks don’t foment revolution, so don’t sweat it too much. Don’t let yourself get punked by astroturfing or other forms of trolling.
    I believe that the forces of progress can only be delayed, not stopped.

    1. These poor white folks
      The feeling of it all is very familiarly Southern.  And their death cries defeat death, and last forever, and poverty only feeds it.  (To stray just a bit geographically:
      The permanent jaw-dropping poverty of Appalachia never, as
      far as I know, caused an upwelling of class
      consciousness.)
      The Civil War was a massive mistake; the South got
      the job of being America’s Jungian shadow; and
      there are no do-overs.
      Or rather, there are just over and over and overs.
      * * *
      If memory serves: Maggie Heineman, a great leader in PFLAG,
      once told of how she (I hope I’m not thinking of someone
      else), in church, got to hear the Religion Man go on and on,
      for about a decade, about Those Coloreds.  And then she
      got to hear the Religion Man go on and on, for about a decade,
      about Those Women’s Libbers.  And then she (writing in
      1994) was getting an earful of the Religion Man go on
      and on about Those Homosexuals,… and that this looked like
      it was going to continue for at least a decade— and she
      wrote that this was making her just so… tired.
      In her position, somewhere in the first decade, I would
      just have been tired, and probably figured “okay,
      this will blow over, and then it’s back to: let’s be nice to
      poor people, etc.”. 
      But as things round into me figuring “all I can remember for
      most of my adult life is this, this, and things just like
      this”, then that is the point where I hope I could push
      through the fatigue, and work back to what must have been my
      first instinct, or at least a primal one:
      I’ll take this Religion Place, and burn it, burn it to the
      GROUND!  And if the Religion Man dies, basting in
      his own fat, gimme a plus-one bonus!

      <a href=
      “http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2009/09/more-raids-on-gay-bars-in-the-south.html”
      >Reparations.  Start now and
      avoid the rush later.
      * * *
      And as always, as aaaaaaalways in life: triple points if
      you make it look like an accident.
      As to whether the progress can only be delayed but not stopped,… I have had, for years, a half-formulated metaphor
      in my mind, something of a response to Mama Cass:
      they’re stealing
      my money and blood and sanity and life, and have
      been for all my time on this Sargasso of a
      planet– but I suppose they will
      have to eventually taper off of me out of sheer boredom,
      or “diminishing returns”, or maybe a speck of
      bad PR…
      oh, well, okay, Mama Cass,
      maybe that does constitute a new day coming, just
      around the bend.

  6. We have three spare bedrooms. Come to Socialist Heaven! Our biggest national argument is whether we should let a huge block of people (named the “Bloc”) who don’t want to be part of Canada sit in parliament as we debate politely with them about why they can’t leave Canada and still get all our money.
    And we have oodles of water! Seriously we can move to a glacier if Mad Max happens!

  7. SPLORT
    “My neighbors are spouting deranged propaganda.”
    It’s okay, mine are just spouting vomit.
    Fourteen bars in this town.
    <a href=
    “http://www.city.ketchikan.ak.us/mayor/contact.html”
    >This is the city council.

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