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mardi 1 décembre 2009

The unwashed hordes?




I think not, although I can understand why a commenter the other day to my Thanksgiving post on Sarah Palin, "I have an opinion, therefore I am [American]", might be tempted to discount these thousands of Americans, lining up to get their copies of the New York Times bestseller Going Rogue signed by their idol outside major bookstore chains around the country, saying, "I am not at all concerned about the unwashed hordes. It is not now - nor has it ever been - about them."

I suppose I differ in opinion. It isn't about them, but it isn't about us, either. It is about America, a country to which we all hold rights to participate in decisions about how our society will be governed and its character. These are not a handful of filthy, ignorant Americans dribbling into the halls of evangelical churches in remote rural corners of our nation, but thousands of Americans with college educations, who run businesses and ranches, families raising children climbing out of their minivans and lining up outside Borders bookstores in major American urban areas, and they hold a set of ideals based on sometimes shaky factual grounds and but always rock solidly held religious and social convictions.

My husband has argued since Jean-Marie Le Pen started running for office that since France is a representative democracy with a proportional legislative branch, the people who vote for him have as much a right to be heard and their point of view represented as do he and I, whether we like what they have to say or not. I have searched for arguments to counter his point of view. They usually run along the "but you have to draw the line somewhere in society, or you might move closer and closer to Hitler's National Socialist politics without even realizing its imminence."

And he argues back ( in French, though), "Then you have to address the basis of their concerns, which are grounded in legitimacy, to prevent the extremism of their reactionary reasoning."

In other words, if white French people in cities and villages fear rising crime associated with waves of unintegrated immigrants, then you have to address the integration of those immigrants, spend more in policing, readopt neighborhood policing strategies, invest in education and jobs training and actually hire qualified immigrants to provide jobs, income and a sense of hope to people formerly ushered to the waiting cités, with their invisible but nearly unscalable ghetto walls, or you will see the numbers of those supporting Le Pen rise and society will shift in character from more inclusive to less inclusive, charges of racism aside, and people who might not actually have been racist will become so. Their concerns, he argues, are not less valid because they are less appealing to those who tend to identify themselves as "liberals" or on "the Left".

Damon Linker, writing in The New Republic today in his article "Against Common Sense", traces these more perfect, more Good Americans' unswerving confidence in the righteousness of the Truth of their vision, a vision of America and what it ought to be that is based on their conviction of the infallibility of their Common Sense. Sarah Palin belongs to them, proves them right, come as she has as a prophet of the credo of the Truth of Common Sense. Linker writes:
Drawing on the Scottish tradition of Common Sense philosophy—which asserted that commonly held opinions are our most trustworthy guide to truth—writers connected to the Princeton Theological Seminary naively suggested that spontaneous universal concord on every matter of moral, scientific, and spiritual significance should be possible. Men and women need only open their eyes to apprehend directly the timeless, objective, self-evident truth about all things: God, nature, right and wrong.

For these theologians, the very idea of a genuine (as opposed to a spurious) conflict between reason and faith, science and religion—let alone between opposing political views—began to seem inconceivable. They thus tended to trace disagreements to defects in the mind or morals of whomever dissented from prevailing religious, scientific, social, cultural, or political opinion. Maybe the dissenter had succumbed to the sin of pride, which led him astray. Or perhaps he made an innocent error of reasoning, or got caught up in futile metaphysical speculation. And then there was the most ominous possibility—that he was seduced by unbelief or false religion. Whatever the case, the disagreement was assumed to flow not from the intrinsic complexity of either the world or the nature of the mind but rather from an accidental failing rooted in a particular individual or group—a defect that could potentially be removed, thus restoring the inevitability of universal agreement based on self-evident common sense.


Listen to the voices in the video above. You will hear these very words: common sense, truth. You will hear them spoken, followed by silence, a look from the person uttering them that says, "That's it. There's nothing more to say. What I just said is inalienble, self-evident, undeniable."

And so I chose not to underestimate the force of their conviction, nor to write off the possibility that as society continues to become more complex and as people feel less able to create the society they believe is right for America, less heard and appreciated in their nation's capitol, that their numbers will grow. It happened in Germany in the 1920s and '30s, and it can always happen here. To believe otherwise might feel noble -- and it certainly sounds it to those who share Jericho's and my ideals --, but it dismisses dangerously a swathe of those who also call themselves Americans and will continue to make themselves heard and seek to influence the political structure that will determine the laws of the nation in which we all live or with which we are all associated emotionally.

They are Americans, and while they might not be as numerous as those of us who elected Brck Obama president, they do not want what we want, and they do not see America in the same terms as we do, and even if they actually do, they will not admit it. They will work to oppose us by whatever means they have. The Republican party is their party, and it is supported still by enough to keep it relevant for the time being without having to change its face, the face it has adopted since Nixon's "Southern Strategy" sought to appeal to what some now call "the unwashed hordes" of southern Dixicrats and other social conservatives. They had enough influence to change a major political party in their own image. Ought we discount them thus? Just how much do you want to insult and alienate them? How far do you want to push them, and how powerful do you want to make their leaders and spokespersons?

How, instead, to present our political philosophy and agenda in terms that come closer to meeting an opposing world view and find the common points that might exist in them, despite the huge differences in how we chose to live and what we chose to accept socially?

Before we come apart at the seams.

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jeudi 26 novembre 2009

I have an opinion, therefore I am [American]



Opinions. They've got 'em in spades these people lined up to have Sarah Palin sign the copies of Going Rogue they will give out for Christmas presents; don't even need to wrap it because there isn't anything better lookin' than Sarah Palin [now, that's a real woman and model for girls!]. Doesn't matter if they don't know why they think what they do, or that the source of the basis of those opinions is Fox News ("I watch a lot of Fox News"). No, they've got opinions and their God-given American right to them.

It certainly helps to take a hatchet to public school budgets and get your curriculum from Christians writing them by the football field load in Lone Star State because anything else might make it harder to hold onto those opinions our fathers and uncles and grandfathers gave their lives so that we would be free enough to think whatever we please. Don't want all that uppity book-learning getting in the way of our right to them and our freedom.

Good thing I moved out of the country to a place where people actually have the decency to tend to their lives rather than everyone else's because I'm not feeling so thankful. Just a little sick because these people actually do live in the USA, near Columbus, Ohio, to be precise, and they probably vote, and their opinion, therefore, matters just as much as anyone who actually does think and reason.

Does it give you any pause and help you understand why some 18th century intellectuals thought democracy might be a poor idea?



It does for me.

Happy Thanksgiving. I'll be trying to think of something else besides what everyone would like us to think about ourselves as a nation and a people, rather than the accounting we should be taking of what we have really become, thanks to, notably, "Dick and Jane" books, Hallmark, kindergarten teachers who had us make pilgrim hats and social studies curricula that studiously avoided critical thinking and non revisionist history.

And then, I perused the New York Times and found this: Learning His Body, Learning to Dance. What funny creatures we are, what a complex society in which we all try to coexist. Maybe I am grateful for something, after all. Thank you for caring and helping one person discover his body and the joy of expression it can offer himself and others, Ms. Rogoff.
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vendredi 16 octobre 2009

Goin' Rogue, our Sarah Palin



"I might be a free bird now, roamin' the the range, but I'm not a yellow-bellied chicken, afraid to tap the resources [pause] of my own backyard.

[aside] Thank you.

I'm reminded of that great American rogue, Jedd Clampett."


As she says, thanks, but no thanks.
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mardi 15 septembre 2009

Baseline nincompoopery: James Howard Kunstler tells it like it is

James Kunstler and Duncan Crary, doing a podcast

(check it out, it's here on The Sisyphus Journals --->
or here, www.kunstlercast.com
start with #79 Packin for France)

To some extent that's how I feel about this clusterfuck that we're all witnessing, and that some of us are, you know, actively commenting. I feel like in a way I'm sort of like the Bob Costas of the clusterfuck, you know, giving, you know, blow-by-blow commentary about what's going on, and so for me, you know, it's kind of amusing, although I must say, you know, I'm a little bit daunted by the potential for trouble and danger. Now I'm not very paranoid but, you know, I start seeing these nuts coming out at the health care town meetings and the Sarah Palinites and the Mike Huckabees and the sort of, what what I refer to as the "corn pone Nazis", and I'm not kidding about that; it is a joke, in a way, but it's a serious joke.

You know, I think there's tremendous potential in this country for political despotism and total looniness. It really makes me quake in my boots to imagine those people getting their hands on the levers of power, and it's not that wild to imagine that it could happen if the people in this country get, go through enough hardship and distress, which they seem to be heading into. And it does seem to me that the economy is still unraveling as much as it was in early 2009, that the recovery that's supposedly going on is a mirage, and that we're going to see a lot more mischief in banking and finance, and the economy in general and job loss and foreclosure and all the things that we're now familiar with, these are trends that seem to be in place that you really can't see the horizon on.


So, if I were a 25-year-old who spoke French and had some gold overseas and had some ambitions to, maybe, you know, buy some land and do some farming in Europe, that might not be such a bad idea.

-- James Howard Kunstler,
Podcast #79 Packin for France


This one is also for those who doubt what I say about Life in America, who are charmed by it and the idea that the party will never be over for the talented and those naturally born to take on leadership's august mantle.

Pour les français qui s'intéressent à cette question, je pourrais tenter une traduction mais pas tout de suite. Le sauvetage de notre maison demande mon attention.

Reality Receding

By James Howard Kunstler
on September 14, 2009 6:33 AM

Now that everybody in the USA, from the janitors in their man-caves to the president addressing congress, has declared the "recession" over, is exactly the moment when what's left of the so-called economy is most likely to implode. If there were still shoeshine boys on Wall street, they'd be starting their own hedge funds now, and CNBC's Larry Kudlow would be toasting them in the Grill Room of The Four Seasons. What we've seen in the vaunted rally for the last six months is the triumph of wishing over facts, combined with the most arrant market manipulation by floundering banks backstopped by a panicked government -- all pounding sand down a rat-hole of hopeless non-performing debt, while pretending that the machinery of capital finance still grinds on.

Despite what a few elderly Mr. Naturals may say about abolishing "capitalism", we're not going to have an advanced economy without a coherent banking system, and by advanced economy I mean one in which the lights stay on. By coherent I mean a system that is able to deploy accumulated wealth for productive purposes, in the service of continuing civilization. (And, yes, I know that the followers of Daniel Quinn are not so sure that civilization is worth the trouble, but unless you support the killing-off of about six billion humans right away, things on Earth are not favorably disposed just now for a return to hunting-and-gathering.)

I would hasten to cut through the fog of despair to reassert -- for the thousandth time -- that a true American perestroika is possible, if the public could overcome the plague of cognitive dissonance sweeping the land and form a consensus for action that comports with reality's agenda. But that is looking less and less likely. Instead, what we see is a rush into delusion, seasoned with grievance and gall. Spectacles like last weekend's march on Washington don't happen for no reason, of course. From where I sit, the uproar can be attributed to comprehensively bad American leadership, a crisis in authority and legitimacy that has left a functional vacuum in every executive office throughout the land -- from the White House to the state houses, to the lairs of the CEOs, to the towers of the deans and department chairs, to the glitzy sets of the nightly news deliverers, to the makeshift quarters of the NGO chiefs. In former times, clueless and impotent leaders stuck their heads in the sand. Nowadays, with pandemic narcissism abroad in the land, the heads are more usually inserted into the aperture that leads into the large bowel....

But I indulge in diverting objurgation when I should perhaps explain this American perestroika more clearly. The Russian word roughly translates to "restructuring." They flubbed it in 1989 because their system was too ossified and too far gone -- though history and circumstance eventually did it for them. A similar outcome is possible here, too, in which things just have to completely fall apart before emergent reorganization occurs. But you can be sure that if we allow this to happen, an awful lot of things will get smashed along the way, including lives, careers, families, property, and cherished institutions.

This monster we call the economy is not just an endless series of charts and graphs -- it's how we live, and that has to change, whether we like it or not. Now, it is obviously a huge problem that a majority of Americans don't like the idea. If they were true patriots, instead of overfed cowards and sado-masochists, they'd be inspired by the prospect. But something terrible has happened to our national character since the triumphal glow of World War Two wore off. I just hope that the Palinites and the myrmidons of Glen Beck don't destroy what's left of this country in a WWF-style "revolution." In the best societies, such idiots are marginalized by a kinder and sturdier consensus about justice. In America today, the center is not holding because there is no center.

American perestroika really boils down to this: we have to rescale the activities of daily life to a level consistent with the mandates of the future, especially the ones having to do with available energy and capital. We have to dismantle things that have no future and rebuild things that will
allow daily life to function. We have to say goodbye to big box shopping and rebuild Main Street. More people will be needed to work in farming and fewer in tourism, public relations, gambling, and party planning. We have to make some basic useful products in this country again. We have to systematically decommission suburbia and reactivate our small towns and small cities. We have to prepare for the contraction of our large cities. We have to let the sun set on Happy Motoring and rebuild our trains, transit systems, harbors, and inland waterways. We have to reorganize schooling at a much more modest level. We have to close down most of the overseas
military bases we're operating and conclude our wars in Asia. Mostly, we have to recover a national sense of common purpose and common decency. There is obviously a lot of work to do in the list above, which could translate into paychecks and careers -- but not if we direct all our resources into propping up the failing structures of yesterday.

The most dangerous illusion, of course, is a belief that we can return to a hyped up turbo debt "consumer" economy -- and perhaps the most disappointing thing about Barack Obama, is his incessant cheerleading for a "recovery" to what is already lost and unrecoverable. The man who ran for office on "change" doesn't really have the stomach for it. But, of course, events are in the driver's seat now, not personalities, even charming ones. I'd venture to say that if Mr. Obama thinks he's seen a crisis, and gotten through it, then he ain't seen nothin' yet. We are for sure not returning to the kind of credit orgy that made the last twenty years such a nauseating spectacle -- of which, by the way, the misfeasances and wretched excesses of Wall Street were just one manifestation.

Some theorists out there say that economy follows mood, not vice-versa, and that the anger and sourness on display around the USA, in events like the weekend Washington march, is a clear sign that tectonic shifts in the structures of everyday life are sure to follow. There are too many truly good and intelligent people in this country, to leave our fate to the Palins and the Glen Becks. But the good people had better man up and start telling the truth with some conviction that the truth matters.
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dimanche 2 août 2009

No rain, no rainbow




Not my inspiring free form poetry, my people, but none other than Sarah Palin's, as read by William Shatner.

I never realized how much 140 characters resembles the cadences of TS Eliot. Off to count the characters in his verse.

I leave you with this, oh! Denali, The Great One, to soar and magnificently crown my scrapbook of Memorable Palin Moments,



I wish I were half so god when I get to my pen, at last.

Still can't believe I only just heard about this. And, when did Jay Leno leave the show?


BUIRNT NORTON
(No. 1 of 'Four Quartets')

T.S. Eliot



I

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.



II

Garlic and sapphires in the mud
Clot the bedded axle-tree.
The trilling wire in the blood
Sings below inveterate scars
Appeasing long forgotten wars.
The dance along the artery
The circulation of the lymph
Are figured in the drift of stars
Ascend to summer in the tree
We move above the moving tree
In light upon the figured leaf
And hear upon the sodden floor
Below, the boarhound and the boar
Pursue their pattern as before
But reconciled among the stars.

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
The inner freedom from the practical desire,
The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving,
Erhebung without motion, concentration
Without elimination, both a new world
And the old made explicit, understood
In the completion of its partial ecstasy,
The resolution of its partial horror.
Yet the enchainment of past and future
Woven in the weakness of the changing body,
Protects mankind from heaven and damnation
Which flesh cannot endure.
Time past and time future
Allow but a little consciousness.
To be conscious is not to be in time
But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden,
The moment in the arbour where the rain beat,
The moment in the draughty church at smokefall
Be remembered; involved with past and future.
Only through time time is conquered.



III

Here is a place of disaffection
Time before and time after
In a dim light: neither daylight
Investing form with lucid stillness
Turning shadow into transient beauty
With slow rotation suggesting permanence
Nor darkness to purify the soul
Emptying the sensual with deprivation
Cleansing affection from the temporal.
Neither plenitude nor vacancy. Only a flicker
Over the strained time-ridden faces
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid apathy with no concentration
Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind
That blows before and after time,
Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs
Time before and time after.
Eructation of unhealthy souls
Into the faded air, the torpid
Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London,
Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney,
Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate. Not here
Not here the darkness, in this twittering world.

Descend lower, descend only
Into the world of perpetual solitude,
World not world, but that which is not world,
Internal darkness, deprivation
And destitution of all property,
Desiccation of the world of sense,
Evacuation of the world of fancy,
Inoperancy of the world of spirit;
This is the one way, and the other
Is the same, not in movement
But abstention from movement; while the world moves
In appetency, on its metalled ways
Of time past and time future.



IV

Time and the bell have buried the day,
The black cloud carries the sun away.
Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis
Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray
Clutch and cling?

Chill
Fingers of yew be curled
Down on us? After the kingfisher's wing
Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still
At the still point of the turning world.



V

Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,
Not that only, but the co-existence,
Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now. Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still. Shrieking voices
Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,
Always assail them. The Word in the desert
Is most attacked by voices of temptation,
The crying shadow in the funeral dance,
The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.

The detail of the pattern is movement,
As in the figure of the ten stairs.
Desire itself is movement
Not in itself desirable;
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
Sudden in a shaft of sunlight
Even while the dust moves
There rises the hidden laughter
Of children in the foliage
Quick now, here, now, always—
Ridiculous the waste sad time
Stretching before and after.


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