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November 08, 2004,
8:22 a.m. So, why don't we start today, not with me, but with my brilliant friend Eddie Krause. He left a message on my voicemail: "Reelecting President Bush and defeating Tom Daschle is like finding Saddam Hussein with Osama bin Laden's address in his pocket."
Very revealing, oh, yes.
1. "Can't we get any of my water?" I hate to explain, but just to refresh: The first is Kerry, when he is confronted only with bottles of Evian. Obviously, he has his own brand. And the second is Bush, speaking to debate moderator Charlie Gibson, after to Bush's puzzlement Kerry has said that the president owns a timber company.
They really let it all hang out, after Tuesday. A certain amount of politeness or restraint might have prevailed during the campaign, but no longer. They hate us, calling us dumb, dumb, dumb a bunch of Bible-thumpin' boobs. I think I've watched Jon Stewart's show twice, both times because a friend was on. I watched it the other night, and there was this comedian a sidekick of Stewart's, apparently saying, "We have heard the voice of the American people. I would imitate it, but I don't like to make fun of the retarded." And on and on. Maureen Dowd wrote a column that should not have appeared in a respectable newspaper. So did Thomas Friedman. So did Paul Krugman. Of course, all three columns appeared in the New York Times. The Left has a term for the way those three write: "hate speech." In the Washington Post, E. J. Dionne was Dowd-, Friedman-, and Krugman-like, saying, in part, "This is no time for the independent media to be intimidated by trumped-up charges of liberal bias." "Independent media"? Who's not independent? NPR? PBS? The Stars and Stripes? And "trumped up"? What do you mean, "trumped up"? Trumped up like CBS's National Guard papers? Harold Meyerson also in the Washington Post wrote that "the Democrats must be able to come off as Americans behind the other guys' lines [i.e., in the red states]." They have to "come off as Americans" so it's come to that, huh? Garry Wills we're back to the Times now likened us to al Qaeda, which is rapidly becoming a standard line: Can a people that believes more fervently in the Virgin Birth than in evolution still be called an Enlightened nation? . . . And on and on. (Have I said that already?) Oh, let me give you Hunter Thompson, too. He said over the phone to Sean Penn, "I've got the worst possible news. Colorado has gone to hell like all the other states. They must have all voted the same way they pray." I love that: They voted the same way they pray. Yes, people: They hate us, they really hate us. Lots. Did you doubt it? For good measure: Let me leave you with Jane Smiley ("The unteachable ignorance of the red states"). (Ms. Smiley started out in Missouri; now she's in California, where she feels that she is with actual human beings.)
"Our candidates"? Our? I also heard from a reader who said this: "You might have noticed Moore's near-blasphemous collage of President Bush, consisting of pictures of the Iraq War's fallen soldiers. My friend, Spc. Ryan Doltz, was included in the collage, and I suspect that he would be absolutely horrified that his memory was being used as ammunition against his commander-in-chief. As hard as I tried to ignore him, Michael Moore has finally succeeded in making me physically ill."
Really, if "The Paranoid Style in American Politics" were written today, it would have to be about the Left, not the Right. Have I said that before in the last 20 minutes, that is?
Gimme a break.
A fine idea.
Toomey would have won that general, I believe, though more narrowly than Specter. And it was the president's boostering that made the difference for Arlen, in the primary. Damn Sam (as my mother would say). (Or would that be, "Damn, Sam"? I have never seen it written.)
And the Republicans at large are always campaigning scurrilously, while the Democrats remain honest, nuanced, etc. Anyway: It is, as I stated, an absorbing account, as always. For one thing, it reminded me of what a lefty Kerry is. What a surprise, to hear that from me, right? But bear with me. I had forgotten that, in the Democratic primaries, he campaigned with Peter Yarrow, of Peter, Paul, and Mary. He didn't do anything like that in the general, did he, when he was Mr. "I'm No Sixties Liberal" Tough Guy. And, during the primaries, as Yarrow sang "Puff, the Magic Dragon," the candidate mimicked the smoking of a joint. Yes, that's Kerry. At an Election Night party, a very, very, very senior figure in American politics said indignantly "John Kerry would be the most left-wing president this country has ever elected," and don't anyone know it (or rather, too few do). Consider merely his trip to the Vietnamese Communists in Paris, never repented of. Peter Yarrow and this senior figure reminded me of what we have dodged. So too, the Newsweek account reminds us of the herd mentality of the press corps to wit, "No hint of the Kerry-Heinz domestic discord crept into their stories, and the reporters sometimes gave [Kerry] the benefit of the doubt when he rambled or talked in circles. Reporters on a campaign plane are usually not competitive loners; over the days and weeks, they bond and at deadline time compare notes, out of a sense of collegiality and mutual self-defense." That's putting it nicely, I think. I was reminded, too, that Kerry got very, very few challenging questions. After Charlie Gibson, one morning, asked him something mildly challenging, Kerry snapped, "Thanks for doing the RNC's work for them." Our people would never respond that way because we get challenging questions, as we ought to, I'm sure, and the questions the DNC would want asked. Also, check this out: The attack of the Swift Boat vets did not catch the Kerry campaign by surprise, not entirely at least. Kerry's operatives had worried from the beginning that some right-wing group would try to use his old Vietnam antiwar speeches against him. In the summer of 2003 the Kerry campaign had quietly made some inquiries with C-Span, asking the cable network not to release old videotapes of Kerry as an angry young vet fulminating about war crimes and atrocities. Portions of his sometimes overwrought testimony before the Senate Foreign Relations Committee in 1971 could be twisted into an attack ad, the Kerryites feared. They were told not to worry: the rules prohibited the use of the tapes for political advertising. (When the Swift Boat vets made ads attacking Kerry with images from his 1971 testimony, they used a voice-over, an actor reading Kerry's words.) We see a lot that's revealing in there, don't you agree? It would be "some right-wing group," huh? Like only right-wingers could object to what Kerry did after Vietnam? I doubt it. And what if our side had asked a network not to release old tapes? The media would be fine with that? And we right-wingers would have "twisted" Kerry's testimony into attack ads? Look, what Kerry actually said is damning enough. No twisting necessary. Believe me, folks, if there were equivalent Republican tapes out there, we would have seen them 24/7. I believe Kerry was protected. Finally, how about this? "Historian Douglas Brinkley, author of a wartime biography of Kerry, cautioned that Kerry's diary included mention of a meeting with some North Vietnamese terrorists in Paris. Edwards was flabbergasted. 'Let me get this straight,' the senator said. 'He met with terrorists? Oh, that's good.'" Forgetting the memorability of Edwards's response, what about the propriety of Brinkley, the historian, acting as Kerry-Edwards op? Isn't Brinkley's obligation to his readers, and not to be too grandiose about it to the truth, whatever the consequences? Geesh.
No, I haven't but I'll let you know, soon as I do. Recall what I said in an article for National Review, however: Music in America will survive and thrive.
Dear Jay, I just received news that Luis Dominguez, my great-uncle, died last week. My father sent the news along with some of Luis's favorite jokes about Cuba. These are jokes told by Cubans to illustrate their disgust at the Castro regime and conditions in their country. . . . Thank you, Uncle Luis. * * * YOU’RE NOT A SUBSCRIBER TO NATIONAL REVIEW? Sign up right now! It’s easy: Subscribe to National Review here, or to the digital version of the magazine here. You can even order a subscription as a gift: print or digital! |
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