Welcome to ‘Bizarre Hell-World’

Headline by Ed Driscoll at Instapundit:

WE’VE DESCENDED INTO SOME SORT
OF BIZARRE HELL-WORLD IN WHICH
ANDREW SULLIVAN IS A VOICE OF SANITY

You know, I’ve never forgiven Sully for his anti-Palin obsession, which reeked of gay misogyny and Harvard-educated anti-populist resentment, and the reason I’ve never forgiven him is because he’s never asked for forgiveness. Sully has never attempted to explain why he incited the “Trig Truther” mobs with their obstetric speculations. Even if he were offering such an explanation as a defense of his actions, trying to justify and rationalize his hateful unprofessionalism, I might be inclined to consider his explanation seriously, but he’s never done it. The controversy is now more than a decade old, and Sullivan has simply walked away from it as if nothing happened, apparently expecting everyone to forget it.

Back in the day — during G.W. Bush’s first term — Sully was considered an ally by most conservatives, and why he went berserk in 2008 is something he has never really explained. He attached himself to the very worst elements of the online “progressive” mob and lost all sense of perspective, a remarkable career meltdown for a man who once was editor of The New Republic back in the day when TNR was important. Sully seems to have regained his equilibrium, but his Trig Truther past cannot be forgotten by those of us old enough to remember it.

At any rate, what causes Driscoll to describe Sully as a “voice of sanity” is a column (quoted by John Sexton at Hot Air) in which Sully bemoans the weird identity politics curriculum in New York City schools:

Children, in other words, are being taught to think constantly about race, and to feel guilty if they are the wrong one. And, of course, if they resist, that merely proves the point. A boy who doesn’t think he is personally responsible for racism is merely reflecting “white fragility” which is a function of “white supremacy.” QED. No one seems to have thought through the implications of telling white boys that their core identity is their “whiteness,” or worried that indoctrinating kids into white identity might lead quite a few to, yes, become “white identitarians” of the far right. . . .
One of the key aspects about social-justice theory is that it’s completely unfalsifiable (as well as unreadable); it’s a closed circle that refers only to itself and its own categories. . . . The forces involved — “white supremacy,” “patriarchy,” “heterosexism” — are all invisible to the naked eye, like the Holy Spirit. Their philosophical origins — an attempt by structuralist French philosophers to rescue what was left of Marxism in the 1960s and 1970s — are generally obscured in any practical context. Like religion, you cannot prove any of its doctrines empirically, but children are being forced into believing them anyway.

Wow, that’s so dead on-target it’s like a GPS-guided missile. First, the white guilt-trip approach to teaching about race is a spectacularly bad idea, and its consequences will likely be catastrophic. Parents who think they can trust the public education system are fools. Second, yes, current “progressive” ideology originated with French philosophers (e.g., Michel Foucault) attempting to create a unifying belief system for the Left in a world where the bankruptcy of Marxism had become blindingly apparent.

I’ve written about Judith Butler as an important force in mainstreaming this postmodernist gibberish among “Third Wave” feminists. If you take the time to examine Butler’s key sources — Foucault, Monique Wittig, Gayle Rubin, et al. — you recognize that she was relying on ideas from the extremist fringe of academic intellectuals. Foucault was a madman, obsessed with interpreting everything in terms of power, and the fact that he did so with the skillful articulation of a philosophy professor does not make his madness less self-evident. When you then add that Foucault signed a petition advocating that France abolish the age of consent, you have reason to suspect his motives quite generally.

Let me add something: The age of consent in France is 15.

It is one thing, obviously, to criticize a witch-hunt climate such as prevailed in the 1980s (e.g., McMartin Preschool), where hysterical fears inspire false accusations and unjust prosecution. It is another thing entirely to argue, as Foucault did at some length in 1978, that it is wrong to expect adults to refrain from having sex with 14-year-olds.

While delivering a quick jab at French philosophers as the actual authors of 21st-century identity politics, Sullivan recommends Douglas Murray’s new book, The Madness of Crowds: Gender, Race and Identity, and the summary indicates this to be a worthwhile read:

In his devastating new book The Madness of Crowds, Douglas Murray examines the twenty-first century’s most divisive issues: sexuality, gender, technology and race. He reveals the astonishing new culture wars playing out in our workplaces, universities, schools and homes in the names of social justice, identity politics and intersectionality.
We are living through a postmodern era in which the grand narratives of religion and political ideology have collapsed. In their place have emerged a crusading desire to right perceived wrongs and a weaponization of identity, both accelerated by the new forms of social and news media. Narrow sets of interests now dominate the agenda as society becomes more and more tribal–and, as Murray shows, the casualties are mounting.
Readers of all political persuasions cannot afford to ignore Murray’s masterfully argued and fiercely provocative book, in which he seeks to inject some sense into the discussion around this generation’s most complicated issues. He ends with an impassioned call for free speech, shared common values and sanity in an age of mass hysteria.

Click here to buy it from Amazon.



 

Andrew Sullivan’s Psychiatric Evaluation

Ann Althouse calls attention to the latest scientific research by that eminent British physician, Dr. Andrew Sullivan, OB-GYN:

“I regard this development as one of the more insidious and anti-constitutional acts of racist vandalism against the American republic in my adult lifetime. Those who keep talking as if there are two sides to this, when there are not, are as much a part of the vandalism as Ted Cruz.”

Evidently, having finished his investigation of the Alaskan Republican uterus scandal, now Dr. Sullivan has decided to explore new frontiers in the emerging field of Texas Republican racial psychiatry.

 


Kathy Griffin, Andrew Sullivan and Other Desperately Unfunny ‘Faggot’ Jokes

When Charlie Sheen recently made headlines by shouting “lying faggot assholes” at the opening of his new bar in Cabo, the joke was that it was “homophobic” nature of his words that constituted something truly scandalous. Charlie’s whore-mongering and cocaine habit are not controversial — “Hey, who are we to judge?” — but it’s an impermissible ThoughtCrime for him to speak the word “faggot.”

This reveals the totalitarian impulse behind identity politics and what is dismissively called “political correctness”: Attempting to control thought by setting boundaries on language, supposedly to protect those who are victimized and oppressed by society. It is not necessary to present evidence that Charlie Sheen has ever harmed homosexuals — or that his words were motivated by hostility to homosexuals — in order for the Thought Police to make a political example of him with the casual accusation of “homophobia.”

The moral of the story is clear: Whore-mongers and drug addicts are OK with the Thought Police, but woe be unto ye homophobes!

Anyway, Kathy Griffin made a spectacle of herself on New Year’s Eve by sexually harassing her CNN co-host Anderson Cooper who — in case you missed the news — is gay.

Griffin is what is known, in gay jargon, as a “fag hag”: A woman who tries to be “one of the boys” by hanging around gay bars.

The psychology of the fag hag is probably worth an essay of several thousand words that I don’t feel an urge to write today, except to say that these are usually rather unattractive women who seem to derive a secondhand frisson from socializing with ostentatiously gorgeous men in a hypersexualized environment. This satisfies an immature impulse — a desire for superficial “popularity” — and provides the fag hag with a low-risk source of male companionship, along with an obvious excuse to protect herself from feelings of sexual rejection.

Which, if you’re Kathy Griffin, you’ve had to deal with a lot.

Griffin has parlayed her fag-hag act into a career, having discovered that gay men will buy tickets to hear ugly women tell raunchy jokes, in much the way that its always the old fat drag queens who serve as wisecracking emcees for transvestite beauty pageants. Ace of Spades remarks on Griffin’s act:

Kathy Griffin, who is to comedy what Cher is to music, that is to say, irrelevant and old and weird-looking from plastic surgery, continues scrabbling at her last possible handhold of cultural relevance. . . .
Almost all of the media continues chasing the same minority cohort — liberal, urban, sexually loose.

Two words, Ace: Disposable income.

Unlike the respectable bourgeois suburban Republicans working to pay their mortgages and send their kids to college, the hip urbanites have money to throw away on name-brand fashion products and other gaudy expensive baubles that the Wal-Mart shoppers don’t buy. Also, the urban market in New York, L.A. and D.C. includes people who are cultural trend-setters in ways that pudgy accountants in New Jersey, Bakersfield and Fauqier County can never hope to be. But I digress . . .

Speaking of people Ace despises, Andrew Sullivan has treated us to a hilariously pompous display of hand-wringing as he announces he will take his “Daily Dish” blog — which in 2011 switched to Tina Brown’s Daily Beast after years under James Fallows’s Atlantic umbrella — back to a stand-alone site with a $19.99 subscription model:

In return for purchasing a subscription, Sullivan promises his readers, “No corporate ownership, no advertising demands, no pressure for pageviews … just a concept designed to make your reading experience as good as possible, and to lead us not into temptation.”
For now, Sullivan is offering readers a chance to sign up for $19.99 a year, which he notes, “translates to $1.67 a month.”

Translation: “I think I can make more money this way, but let me drape this crude financial calculus in a lot of altruistic anti-commercial argle-bargle, just to maintain my credibility as an intellectual idealist — which is, of course, my stock in trade.”

Me? I’m just a Shameless Capitalist Blogger, reminding you once more of The Five Most Important Words in the English Language:

HIT THE FREAKING TIP JAR!

At least I spare you the phony “progressive” idealism, eh?




 

UPDATE: Bill Quick at Daily Pundit:

What all this glosses over, I think, is that The Daily Beast didn’t want to keep Sullivan on.
I wonder why?

That’s an interesting question, isn’t it? I mean, it was regarded as something of a coup for Tina Brown to sign Sullivan in April 2011. Now, barely a year and a half later, she decides he’s not worth the cost of keeping? Hmmmm.

UPDATE II: Christine Haughney of the New York Times:

Mr. Sullivan said in an e-mail message that he could have remained at the Daily Beast under a new contract. But he said that as he and his two partners started negotiating, they “began to see the overpowering logic of real independence.”
He added that the Dish is going to stay in New York City, where he and his two business partners are based, “for the foreseeable future.” He added, “We need to be together as a group.”

It’s important to understand that Sully had “real independence” at his blog for many years, from 2000 until he transferred it under Time magazine’s editorial umbrella. He subsequently switched it from Time to the Atlantic and then to Tina’s Daily Beast, so that he’s been sort of a blogging free agent all along.

So it’s difficult to see why, amid contract negotiations with Tina, “the overpowering logic of real independence” should suddenly occur to Sully and his business partners. Something about this narrative doesn’t exactly add up, does it?

 

GALLUP: ROMNEY 52, OBAMA 45 — Let the Great 2012 Liberal Freak-Out Begin!

They convinced themselves that Obama “won” Tuesday’s debate, but Romney actually gains in the first Gallup national tracking poll with post-debate reaction? Oh, boy.

UPDATE: Ace explains what happened:

 The debate was not a victory for Obama. It was a confirmation of Romney’s acceptability, plausibility, and fitness for office.

Yesterday, Sully admitted he had been “on the ledge”:

Guess what?

UPDATE II: Ed Morrissey points out that these latest numbers indicate that neither of the past two debates helped Obama among likely voters.

 




 

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Ain’t Braggin’ If You Can Do It

by Smitty

Via Mataconis and Andrew Sullivan is a Yet Another Post Bemoaning Internet Communication (YAPBIC):

Enter?—?ambiguously?—?Twitter. The strict 140-character limit (shorter if you want retweets), established at the length of a text message, has defined the service since its launch in 2006. The tweet is a literary form of Oulipian arbitrariness, and the straitjacket of the form has determined the schizophrenia of the content. A tweet is so short that you can get right to the point?—?but so short, also, that why should it have one? Twitter’s formal properties bend, simultaneously, in opposite directions: toward the essential but also the superfluous, the concise but also the verbose.
There’s not much point in deploring the over-tweeters of the under-important. Just unfollow them. (Except, of course, where the elaborate social politics of Twitter forbid unfollowing.) But two-faced Twitter has also brought about, in its opposite aspect, the very last thing to have been expected from the internet: a renovation of the epigram or aphorism, a revaluation of the literary virtues of terseness and impersonality.

Twitter:

  1. Is a tarted up/down variation on the theme of IRC.
  2. Is just a means to an end: communication. Bemoaning the constraints of the form is like whining about the rules of the sonnet.
  3. Has already been used for stories and books.

In other words, N+1 has no substantial complaint that I can find. This is all pure stylistic whinging. Of the sort you engage in when you’re, you know, getting thrashed in the hash tag games. If N+1 could wield a tweet with the virtuosity of the Iowahawk, would they carry on like this? Doubt it.

The Beckett reference in the N+1 post does remind me that I need to tout my own little Amazon effort:
Stacy and I get our Estragon and Vladimir on for two scenes mocking the Obama Administration in “Waiting for O-Dough”, plus one bonus scene stuck into “Czar d-Oz”. With the opening “OediPOTUS Wrecks” and the closing creepy CTHULHU story, S.A.L.V.E. is one answer to the question: What sort of debris will the fallout from the higher education bubble burst look like?
At least one reader isn’t feeling ripped off:


S.A.L.V.E. is also available in dead tree format for just a few pennies more.

Andrew Sullivan Should Be Deported, Not Invited to White House State Dinners

Let me set this up by telling you a story: My 13-year-old son Jefferson accompanied me to South Carolina in January. After the debate in Myrtle Beach was over and I’d hit my deadline for the American Spectator (“Carolina Spin Wars“), friends wanted me to join them at the hotel bar, and I told Jefferson to wait for me in the lobby.

So after the refreshments (and I swear, it was only a half-hour) I came back to the Sheraton lobby and . . . no Jefferson.

A search ensued which, as it continued, became increasingly frantic on my part. I asked the hotel staff to help me look. The thought occurred to me that maybe Jeff had wandered back out to the hospitality tent, so I looked there. No luck. Thinking maybe the kid had gotten tired of waiting and gone to the car, I checked — nope.

So I got in the car and drove over to our motel, four blocks away, went up to the room to check and he wasn’t there, either. Back in the car, back to the Sheraton lobby, and my mind was racked with the worst imaginings when I encountered Toby Harnden of the U.K. Daily Mail.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I’ve lost my son! My wife is going to kill me!”

Understanding the urgency, Toby volunteered to help look, and a few minutes later, he found Jefferson, peacefully sleeping on a bench in the lobby of the convention center.

Explanation: The Sheraton and the convention center in Myrtle Beach are one big connected complex, and when I had told Jefferson to meet me in the lobby, he didn’t realize that the convention center lobby wasn’t the same as the hotel lobby and . . .

Well, anyway, Toby found my son, and my wife didn’t kill me.

Toby Harnden is therefore The Journalist Who Saved My Life, but evidently was not invited to Wednesday night’s White House State Dinner for British Prime Minister David Cameron, because:

A. He’s not a major Obama donor; and
B. He’s not the kind of British journalist Obama likes.

That would be . . . . Andrew Sullivan, as Toby Tweets:

How DC works RT @LewisMcCrary: Andrew Sullivan praises Obama-Cameron lovefest, gets invite to state dinner bit.ly/zrI0ti

Twitchy has the whole story of Brit journos getting wined and dined at U.S. taxpayer expense. And I should point out that, unlike Andrew Sullivan — a diseased criminal drug addict foreigner who should be deported — Toby Harnden is a naturalized U.S. citizen, who I’m sure will be invited to the White House by President Santorum.

Toby doesn’t seem to be worried about a Gingrich presidency:

The problem is his self-important rhetoric is so far removed from reality that calling it delusional seems like an understatement.
Describing himself, Gingrich said: “I believe we need a visionary leader who is prepared to talk about a dramatically different future with dramatically more jobs, dramatically more energy and a much safer and stronger America. That’s the key to winning in the fall. Not all this petty baloney but the really big choices.”
Except that the voters do not believe he is such a person — if they thought he was another Ronald Reagan, they’d have made that clear at the ballot box.
Less than a week ago, Gingrich’s own campaign said that Alabama and Mississippi were “must wins” for him. He not only lost in his native Deep South but he lost to the man who he’s been competing with to be the “anti-Romney” candidate. Gingrich has now finished behind Santorum in 20 of the 24 states where they’ve both been on the ballot.

Truth so brutal, it seems almost sadistic.

Sullivan’s Gut Is Also Confused

by Smitty

Sullivan’s Daily Ditch isn’t of much interest, but one must correct a mis-perception here:

The big surprise for me in this is Ron Paul’s remarkable strength in South Carolina. My gut tells me it’s driven by military types, who share the view of many active duty soldiers that the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan were idiotic. But the evangelical machers’ embrace of Santorum could now help Romney. If it halts Santorum’s slide, it may also halt Gingrich’s and Paul’s rise, allowing Romney to claim a bigger victory.

Ron Paul’s strength is rooted in economic interests. I don’t doubt that there are substantial peacenicks among his supporters, but to venture the notion that the SC military residents have gone all Jimmy Carter is to forget where the U.S. Civil War began.

As for the rest of the incoherent analysis about halting Santorum’s slide and the rise of Gingrich and Paul, the World’s Youngest Blogger replied in his diaper, and I must tend to the WYB’s analysis. I recommend you have a go at siring and raising a child, Andrew: it has a wonderful clarifying effect on on thought.

via The Moderate Voice

They Told Glenn Reynolds …

… that if he voted for John McCain, Americans would be executed without trial — and they were right!

The due-process-free assassination
of U.S. citizens is now reality

 
American Citizen Anwar al-Awlaki
Assassinated in Yemen

Big Gator notes that Anwar Al-Awlaki has the right to remain silent.

Da Tech Guy wonders if Glenn Greenwald and David Dayen would extend their human-rights concerns to certain other . . . uh, critics of U.S. foreign policy. (Should I be insulted by the analogy?)

Meanwhile, human rights advocates must condemn that bloodthirsty neocon warmonger Dick Cheney Andrew Sullivan.

UPDATE: Donald Douglas calls attention to another typical reaction from British international relations expert Stephanie Carvin:

I’m no fan of Awlaki and I will certainly not mourn his passing, (really – he seems like a total jerk) but this raises serious questions about the targeted killing program, who is being targeted and why. Presumably, in the case of targeted killing, its important there is evidence BEFORE the killing, rather than a scrabble now to piece together a case, after the fact.
I hope there is evidence that he actually materially supported terrorism.

“I hope there is evidence”? Under what rock have you been hiding, lady? But what stuns me is Professor Carvin’s evident need to stipulate that she is “no fan of Awlaki” — which is, I’m sure, a welcome reassurance to Scotland Yard and the Home Secretary — before she proceeds to “serious questions about the targeted killing program.” It’s one of those noticeable tics of liberalism, the telltale flinch of a confused and guilt-ridden mind, and as such almost impossible to parody:

I’m no fan of Martin Bormann and I will certainly not mourn his passing . . .

I’m no fan of James Earl Ray and I will certainly not mourn his passing . . .

I’m no fan of the Green River Killer and I will certainly not mourn his passing . . .

Where do they find these people? Are the parents of students at the University of London aware that their children are under the tutelage of this bewildered idiot?

UPDATE II: The passing of one of Al-Awlaki’s comrades tempts John Hitchcock to satire:

Editor Of Popular Internet Magazine Dead At 25
Samir Kahn, 25, was born in Saudi Arabia but grew up in New York. He later returned to the Middle East and began publishing the popular e-zine “Inspire” in an effort to educate English-speaking youth in world politics by speaking in their own vernacular. . . .