MISSED OPPORTUNITIES

One of the Teabaggin' pics was the front page on Huffington Post today (who, after I emailed them and pointed out that the photo did NOT originate with Think Progress, gave me a photo credit) and now I just saw it on Countdown with Keith Olbermann. No credits there.

I don't expect that money should change hands for using a photograph posted on the interwebs, but it would be nice if they at least noted the source.
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REQUIEM FOR A BUNCH OF DIPSHITS

An excerpt from a recent piece by Jason Zengerle at TNR:

As journalists, we obviously have to cover things we don't necessarily enjoy covering (and even things we initially enjoy covering may become tedious after a while; just talk to any sports reporter who no longer appreciates his front-row seat at the Final Four). But with the advent of Fox News and conservative blogs, the definition of "coverage" has kind of mutated. It's no longer just about talking to sources or covering events; it's about consuming media, too. And now, it's almost as if you have to watch Glenn Beck and read Michelle Malkin–or you're not doing your job. And, honestly, I can't think of anything more soul-crushing than watching Beck and reading Malkin on a daily basis. So I'm not really sure what's to be done.

While my new "job" at Instaputz does not compare to being a real journalist, I certainly feel his pain. Mocking the hell out of Glenn Reynolds required one big change in my life – namely that I had to start reading Instapundit every day. I will try to make the next point without melodrama or unnecessarily florid language: people, Instapundit sucks. It's just really, really bad. Reading it every day feels like punishment, the monotonous repayment of a karmic debt from an earlier incarnation – and judging by the sheer unpleasantness of this task, I must have been a child porn magnate in a previous life. Right-wing blogs and Fox News used to feel like larks, a good way to get shits, giggles, and something to blog about the next day. But small doses are one thing. Becoming a regular reader is quite the other.

Glenn Reynolds' writing talents produce three kinds of posts in varying quantities on any given day:

  • 1. A link, a cut-and-pasted quote from said link, and one of the following as Glenn's Original Contribution: "Read the whole thing." "Heh." or "Indeed." You too can be a Famous Blogger, kids.
  • 2. At least one link to a story he clearly did not read before linking. He looks at headlines. If one of the seven words in a headline appeals to him ("Tea Party", "Socialism", etc) he links it.
  • 3. Four or five daily posts about the grassroots astroturfed Tea Party Teabagging "movement" he and Michelle Malkin are working 24-7 to create. More on the Putz-Malkin combo in a moment.

    In short, reading Glenn Reynolds on a daily basis is a relatively new experience for me and I am shocked at the repetitiveness, banality, and lack of anything approaching insight. The casual consumer of right-wing blogging only notices how stupid most of it is; only by becoming a regular reader are the other levels on which it sucks revealed. You know that most of what ends up on Instapundit is stupid and/or fabricated. Now I know that it's also uninteresting, unenlightening, uncreative, unoriginal, and overwhelmingly preoccupied with "cross-promotion" of the latest harebrained scheme from the Pajamas Media "Empire." This brings me to the main course.

    Last week the bold Pajamas Media experiment – you remember, the one that was going to reshape the entire mainstream media – came one step closer to cranking up the Joy Division and slashing its wrists. The PJM Blogger Network, which paid a subsidy to various right-wing blogs shit factories to keep all that quality product coming, is no more. This venture depended on PJM's ability to sell ads and make a profit while doling out cash to its "Network." And of course there were no profits and very few businesses who cared to advertise to America's shut-ins, compulsive masturbators, and Federal courthouse bombers-in-training.

    PJM claims that the network has been taken out behind the chemical sheds and shot in order to focus (*cough*) on their unconscionably asinine Pajamas TV project. This amalgam of repetitive, basement-quality videos seems to be the result of a brainstorming session in which the PJM folks decided they weren't losing money fast enough. Why they believed that anyone would pay to subscribe to this dreck (I hope you like interviews with Joe the Plumber!) when there is so much guy-ranting-into-camera content available online at no cost is beyond me. They seem to have felt that the quality of their product would convince people to pay…you know, for just $9.99 you can get the thrice-weekly interviews between Glenn Reynolds and Michelle Malkin before any of your friends! I've seen worse business plans, but they required phrases like "New Coke" or "Edsel" to compete with this trainwreck.

    While the internet is bursting with conservative critiques of PJM's business model and lefty gloating about its spectacular half-gainer into an empty pool, I wish to eulogize its passing with the simplest but most accurate explanation for its impending demise: it's fucking terrible. Glenn Reynolds is the least interesting thing on the internet since the coffee pot webcam. The blogger network was just a circle-jerk of people with writing skills ranging from mediocre to terrible repeating the same idiotic talking points over and over; like a VHS tape, each successive copy degraded the quality a little more. PJTV sets a new standard for inanity that is unlikely to be challenged let alone surpassed in my lifetime. The fundamental problem in establishing a right-wing "alternative" media is not a systemic bias. It is the inescapable fact that they have absolutely nothing interesting to say and are woefully inarticulate in saying it.

    Roger Simon's business plan seems to be based on Japanese WWII kamikaze tactics. Getting people to pay for online content – for frickin' blogging and YouTube-quality videos – is an uphill battle with miniscule odds of success. Those odds effectively become zero when the product one sells is complete shit. The fact that this is a "big story" in the blogging world while most of you probably have never heard of Pajamas Media is a testament to how completely they failed to back up their 2004-era boasting about bringing the media to its knees. Many excuses will be made and explanations offered when the entire enterprise finally implodes (place your bets in the PJTV Death Pool!) but most will be spurious. The simplest explanation happens to be the best in this case: Roger Simon apparently had to spend a lot of money, both his own and that of his investors, to learn the lesson that people will not pay for boring, unoriginal shit from high school-caliber writers or amateurish videos starring a Who's Who of the wingnut D-list.

    Stop the presses.

  • BLUFF CALLING

    The Democratic Party's effort to stick Rush Limbaugh with the "leader of the Republican Party" tag has been successful only inasmuch as Rush has taken his sweet time (weakly) denying the charge. Why have his denials been so rare, so quiet, and so half-hearted? Because he believes it, of course. He loves it. He desperately wants it to be true.

    He wants RNC big-shots groveling at his feet, Congressmen kissing his ass, and the whole conservative universe dancing at the snap of his fingers. His bombast does a horrible job of concealing his latent insecurity and need for adulation.

    In short, Rush wants to be King.

    He knows what is best for the GOP and everyone in it – for the entire conservative movement in fact. So here's my question: why not make it official? Why not get off his fat ass and run for Congress? Why not challenge Michael Steele for the top slot at the RNC?

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    Why not lead by example and show all these incompetents how to do things correctly? Limbaugh, like Bill O'Reilly, constantly crows about his ratings and his massive popularity. Why do these geniuses not leverage their phenomenal popularity into positions of elected authority?

    Mr. Limbaugh is a legal resident of Florida, where there is no state income tax. Florida isn't a lost cause for Republicans, so surely all he'd need to do is throw his name on the ballot to run for Congress and the rest would take care of itself. Or how about that key Senate seat, the open one that Jeb won't run for? Or perhaps Governor, since Charlie Crist is one of those sissy fake Republicans Rush so loathes? Certainly Limbaugh has the finances, the name recognition, and most importantly the popularity he always mentions. So what's stopping him?

    This will never happen, of course, because demagogues know that the second they leave their insular circle of sycophants their true level of popularity and influence will be exposed. Imagine how hard it would be to play Self-Anointed Leader of the Right after getting trounced in a Republican primary. Imagine how silly he'd sound doling out advice after losing to a Democratic Senate candidate by 40%. Imagine how embarrassing it would be for the Most Popular Man in America to get 15% of the vote in a real live election.

    That's the grand illusion that all demagogues have to be very careful about maintaining. In his own little corner of the world, Rush is King and his legions of Dittoheads are a mighty army. Here in the rest of the world, they're 10% of the population and Rush is a red-faced, drug-addicted bag of fluid.

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    Rush's influence among Republican officeholders is premised entirely on concealing the size of his fan base. If these Congressmen who kiss his ring realized that his audience isn't nearly as big as he thinks it is, that it's an insignificant portion of the overall electorate, well, they might not be so eager to prostrate themselves before Limbaugh's throne. That's why he'll never put his money where his mouth is – it's hard to be an arrogant, self-important know-it-all after getting one's ass delivered on a platter at the ballot box.

    (Postscript: Both Larry Kudlow of CNBC and Chris Matthews of MSNBC have claimed they may run for the Senate in 2010, Kudlow against Dodd and Matthews taking on Arlen Specter. Smart money is on both chickening out.)

    CULTURE TOTEMS

    Back in 1965 Tom Wolfe wrote a brilliant piece of satire taking aim at The New Yorker and its editor William Shawn. He made fun of the editor's quirks and lampooned the magazine for taking itself so goddamn seriously – you know, he wrote the kind of cultural criticism piece that The New Yorker did so well and so often. Shawn and the magazine went ballistic, threatening to sue for libel and attempting to get an injunction against publishing Wolfe's relatively tame satire. Additionally, a Who's Who of the literary world rushed to the defense of their hallowed institution, accusing Wolfe of a lack of manners and integrity (while curiously avoiding any criticism of his honesty, as everything he wrote was painfully true). Wolfe responded:

    A lot of people are going to read the letters and wires by Richard Rovere, J.D. Salinger, Muriel Spark, E.B. White, and Ved Mehta, five New Yorker writers, and compare their concepts and specific wording and say something about – you know – funny coincidence or something like that. But that is unfair. These messages actually add up to a real tribute to one of The New Yorker's great accomplishments of the last 13 years: an atmosphere of Total Orgthink for many writers of disparate backgrounds and temperments. First again! But that is just an obiter dictum. What I really wish to commend these letters for is their character, in toto, as a cultural document of our times. They are evidence, I think, of another important achievement of The New Yorker. Namely, this wealthy, powerful magazine has become a Culture-totem for bourgeois culturati everywhere. Its followers – marvelous! – react just like those of any other totem group when someone suggests that their Holy Buffalo Knuckle may not be holy after all. They scream like weenies over a wood fire.
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    Wolfe dared to point out that The New Yorker had become staid, pretentious, and a sort of how-to manual for cultural dilletantes. It had ceased to be a fresh voice in literature and had become, as Wolfe loved to call it, the nation's foremost shopping journal. He was right, and many of the same things can be said of The New Yorker today. There is no better evidence that something has become a parody of itself than the inability to accept parodies in good humor.
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    Tom Tomorrow has stirred up the same kind of hornet's nest response by releasing a cartoon mocking blogging as a substitute for mainstream media journalism. And the blog-o-sphere, that great cultural critic and mocker of all things Media, is having a hard time taking it in stride. Some people are screaming, as Wolfe said, like weenies on a campfire, so much so that Mr.

    Tomorrow has been getting harsh criticism on his own blog (the existence of which shows that he has a better sense of humor than his critics).

    Is the Internet so full of itself that it can't take someone pointing out that maybe – just maybe – blogging isn't going to replace real journalism? Have Glenn Greenwald and Salon.com and AlterNet and Daily Kos become the new Culture-totem, the taste-making things that pseudointellectuals and petit bourgeois everywhere conspicuously consume to regurgitate at a future cocktail party for valuable Social Cachet points? Of course they have. For as much as hipsters and yuppies love critiquing everything on Earth they seem incongruously humorless about themselves.

    The idea that blogging will replace real journalism is as rooted in obtuse "the market can do it better" ideology as the idea that the stock market will replace Social Security, that casinos will fund our schools, or that the charity of billionaires will replace the welfare state.

    Whatever it is I do – that we do – it isn't journalism. It's commentary. It's dissemenation of ideas. But the ideas themselves, the things we chat about endlessly and examine from every angle, originate from actual working journalists with real experience. We take the fruits of their labor and add value. Sure, that added value can be significant but we'd be pretty useless without the raw materials journalists give us gratis.

    Blogging is good at exposing weaknesses in arguments and getting people to notice news that they might not otherwise see. That is what we do. We say "Hey, this news item is important – pass it on" and "This news item is pure bullplop." We are not journalists and we can no more replace them than movie reviews could replace movies.

    SURROGATE MATLOCK

    With little fanfare and minimal attention in the mainstream media, the century-and-a-half old Rocky Mountain News published its final issue last week. The Denver market proved unable to sustain two daily newspapers even after the News and the Denver Post quasi-merged (maintaining separate editorial staffs) in 2001 in an effort to remain solvent. The shuttering of the News surprised no one, as Scripps had been attempting to sell the money-losing enterprise for several months.

    Further west the San Francisco Chronicle, the crown jewel of the Hearst empire, is on death's door. A company whose founder was once so insanely wealthy that he built this and inspired Citizen Kane will be without a daily paper in a major city if the Chronicle collapses. The trouble out west is not atypical. The entire Tribune corporation (including the Chicago Tribune and L.A. Times) is in bankruptcy as is the Minneapolis Star-Tribune and the jointly owned Philadelphia Inquirer / Daily News. Other titans like the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and Washington Post are scarcely doing better. In short, the long-expected demise of the newspaper industry may be at hand courtesy of the reduction in advertising expenditures contomitant to the financial collapse.

    Like most Americans I used to read the newspaper (specifically the Chicago Tribune) religiously but no longer do so. In this instance the conventional wisdom about the internet killing print news is accurate. I get nothing from reading the newspaper except day-old news and syndicated editorials I can easily find online. In the blink of an eye newspapers went from being the sole provider of hard news – TV and radio being widely recognized to provide little substance – to being, in essence, a vehicle for delivering coupons and auto dealer advertisements to old people. They have become Matlock, a way to distract and entertain the elderly for an hour every morning.

    On Saturday I picked up a Trib for the first time in years and the experience was shocking. What was once a half-inch stack of newsprint now looks like a comic book. It has been pared down to three sections (Main/National, Metro & Finance, and Sports). The main section contains two or three pages of Chicago news followed by ten pages of AP Wire reprints, closing with the obligatory syndicated columnists who appear in every paper. The Finance and Sports sections are mostly filler, old stock prices and box scores. The bulk of this skeletal excuse for a paper was fluffed out with ads. The really local paper (the tiny Joliet Herald News) is even sadder – essentially two pages of police blotter entries and a page of high school sports sandwiched among a few car ads. Who reads this? Who bothers subscribing? Well, it is worth noting that I read these two papers at my dad's house (age: 58) and even he, age and all, admitted that they're not worth reading anymore.

    The death of the industry was signalled by two major events. First, the advent of widespread internet use in the late 1990s began exerting downward pressure on newspaper subscriptions, ad rates, and street sales. Second, the industry reacted to this pressure in the worst possible way: by cutting the things that were their only competitive advantages over the internet competition. They fired columnists and replaced them with syndication. They did less local reporting and more cut-and-paste from Reuters and the AP Wire. In other words, they tried to save money by turning to more of the exact content that readers were so easily able to get online at no cost. Thus the industry's decline turned into a steep nosedive.

    I am something of a Luddite and I mourn the idea that the newspaper industry may disappear almost entirely for largely sentimental reasons. Print journalism has played a major role in the political history of this nation and is woven into our social fabric. But sentiment and meaningful history were insufficient to save the locomotive or the telegraph and it is looking less likely that the newspaper can avoid the same fate. This presents some major problems. Internet news is dangerous in that it allows users complete control over what news they will consume. Unlike a paper or even a TV news broadcast the internet exposes readers to no news that he or she does not consciously choose to read. This will only exacerbate the "I make my own reality; I decide what's true and selectively consume news that supports my conclusions" tendencies which are already strong in Americans. Furthermore, the collapse of print media outlets will reduce the number of working, professional journalists in an era in which we need more dirt-digging and quality reporting than ever before. In a world in which everything is left to bloggers, freelancers, and stringers we can expect marked decreases in both the breadth and depth of reporting. We'll get exactly what we don't need – more opinion, less facts.

    Truthfully I'd rather see the industry collapse than to survive putting out the pitiful excuses for major newspapers that we see today. In either case I can't shake the feeling that I'll be explaining the role and relevance of newspapers to my children as we gaze upon one mounted on a wall in a museum.

    ROLE REVERSAL

    Larry Sabato, a man known for being a tremendous political scientist and a tremendous ass, made the following comment on Neil Cavuto's sycophantic Fox News show early in the 2008 election:

    "Look, when you analyze parties, you need to think of them this way: The Democratic Party is the mommy party, and the Republican Party is the daddy party…the mother is loving and caring and takes us back in and provides the safety net. The father is the disciplinarian. Tough love. He makes us face up to hard realities, at least in many families."

    This gender-stereotyped piece of conventional wisdom has been popular since the Great Depression. Americans, especially the older ones, tend to see the parties this way. The Republicans make prosperity with their endless reserves of prudence, caution, and forethought. The Democrats spend prosperity with equally endless reserves of idealism, compassion, and committment to the poor. Democrats have big, expensive ideas. Republicans soberly tend the purse strings. When times are good, the public turns to Democrats to try to make things better for the greatest number of people. When times are tough we bring on the GOP to apply some discipline to our spending habits and social crusades.

    Conventional wisdom is often misguided or flat-out wrong. But let's be honest: these stereotypes had some basis in reality during the New Deal period. The Democrats were exceedingly idealistic. They did spend a lot of money on the social safety net and always had ideas that would spend even more. They had plans to save the poor and elderly, to rehabilitate criminals into productive citizens, and to end racial disharmony.

    Throughout the New Deal era the GOP, nearly always from the minority, indeed played the role of the killjoy, the responsible adult who would say, "Your ideas are nice, but we can't afford it." They applied the brakes and generally acted as a big stick in the mud, albeit a welcome one. The country needed their dour presence to keep the Democrats from going overboard.

    It's not perfect – generalizations never are – but there is some truth to the stereotype of the parties as Compassion/Idealism vs. Sobriety/Discipline. So my question is, what happened? Why has so little attention been paid to the fact that if this was true at some point it certainly isn't anymore?

    Of course, the media believes the stereotypes are still relevant. Witness the stimulus legislation, they say. The Democrats wanted to spend-spend-spend and the GOP was there to say "no." That's overly-literal and far too simplistic an analysis of what role the parties are really playing at the moment. Since 1980, when Reagan replaced the ideological combination of tax cuts/spending cuts with tax cuts/spend like drunken sailors on shore leave, the Democrats have twice been called to clean up a Republican clusterfuck. The 1992 and 2008 elections were both reactions against 12 and 8 year binges of Reaganomics which left the nation balls-deep in debt, with high unemployment, trying to keep employers from heading to Mexico, and in the midst of a dangerous recession. Our drunken orgies of fiscal irresponsibility now come courtesy of the responsible party. The hippies and dreamers of the left are now the responsible ones.

    It's tempting to say that the roles are reversed, that the GOP is mommy and the Democrats are daddy. But given that the GOP lacks anything resembling the compassion we'd associate with the mommy stereotype, I think it's more accurate to say that the Democrats have become Mom and Dad. The GOP is our drunken uncle, the kind who isn't allowed to be alone with the kids. Who blows his Social Security checks at the riverboat casino. Who is always evading creditors. Who always seems to be wanted by both the law and the criminal class. Who is an alcoholic, a drug addict, or both. The GOP may fancy themselves our level-headed protectors but in reality they are like junkies. They piss through enormous sums of money in the blink of an eye, benefitting only themselves and leaving them in need of more cash five minutes later.

    Looking at the small picture – the fact that the GOP is going to oppose any and every single thing the Democrats propose – reinforces the stereotypes. But when one considers the current political scenario in the context of the past eight years, understanding why the Democrats are in charge and why everything is so fucked up, it makes no sense whatsoever. If this is "daddy," it's the dad on the billboard who owes 10 years' worth of child support and who bears facial scars from the misfortune of being hunched over the meth lab when it exploded.

    JACKIE GINGRICH GETS THE FJM TREATMENT

    (note: primer on the FJM can be found here)

    Proving just how far being born of the right person can go in the insular circle-jerk that is the right-wing media, one of Newt Gingrich's spawn has carved out a neat side career as a commentator of last resort. Jackie Gingrich "focuses on current events and political issues from a mom's perspective" in her weekly musings and is a serial filler guest on Fox News: her bio notes that she has appeared on the Mike Huckabee Show, Geraldo At Large, Fox and Friends, and Fox News (i.e., Fox News, Fox News, Fox News, and Fox News). Since there isn't a conservative columnist intelligent or original enough to do anything except piss and moan about the stimulus bill this week, I was like a kid in a candy store. More accurately, I was like an adult who loves dipshits in Crazy Pete's Dipshit Emporium and Go-Kart Track.

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    Standing before the sea of detritus, I plunged in a gloved hand and pulled forth the greatest abomination: Gingrich's "The Best-Case Scenario."

    Curious to learn about the future? Me too. Let's go.

    This week marks the 200th anniversary of Abraham Lincoln’s birth. Lincoln, one of our most revered presidents, was born in rural Kentucky and raised in Illinois. He is often held up as an example of how individual effort determines a person’s course in life.

    He also is often held up as an example and mascot by the Republican Party. Let's play along and pretend that Lincoln, if alive today, would associate himself with that trainwreck.

    While many people in his time might have viewed the education that he embraced as a waste of time, Lincoln spent every possible minute reading books. There are stories of how he would walk for hours to borrow or return a book.

    Historians are unable to pinpoint exactly when this became grounds for exclusion from the GOP. But seriously, I'm sure Lincoln, Lindsey Graham, and James Inhofe would have lots to talk about. They could compare critical readings of the poetry of William Knox or Robert Burns, which was the deceased President's favorite pleasure reading. Abraham Lincoln: Private Life also notes his fondness of Poe, a drug addict who banged his 13 year-old cousin. Come to think of it, Poe would have made a decent Republican State Legislator in the deep south today.

    Lincoln worked constantly. His law partner, William H. Herndon, noted in “Life of Lincoln” that “his ambition was a little engine that knew no rest.” Sustained individual effort, always working, is a far cry from where we are today.

    I hope there's a cloying, oversimplified lesson we can learn from his example.

    In his New York Times op-ed column “Failure to Rise,” Paul Krugman writes “America just isn’t rising to the greatest economic challenge in 70 years.” Krugman’s point is that “$800 billion, while it sounds like a lot of money, isn’t nearly enough.” Krugman wants more government intervention. He calls for more, more, more, from Washington, and concludes with a warning, “There’s still time to turn this around. But Mr. Obama has to be stronger looking forward. Otherwise, the verdict on this crisis might be that no, we can’t.”

    I think we started a different column here. Cut-and-paste error, perhaps? In any case, I'm anxious to see how rapidly Mr. Krugman's PhD, 30 years of experience as an economist (including working for Reagan), and Nobel Prize wither under the Down Home, Main Street Wisdom of the Average Mom who just Happens to be related to a wealthy politico.

    His approach put responsibility for the economy into the lap of the government. From his perspective, it appears as if the government has total control, and what it does will, in the end, determine what happens.

    No, that's not even close to what he's saying. But then again, I never did understand Down Home, Main Street Wisdom! Maybe I need to have some cornbread and banjo music as I read. Something to make my reading environment more…folksy.

    If we believed this, all individual effort would stop, we would no longer try to improve ourselves

    Wow, we were speeding down Predictable Lane and took a quick right turn on Retarded. Hang on! I know this makes no sense, but hang on.

    our nation would suffer from what Dr. Martin Seligman, the Director of the Positive Psychology Center at the University of Pennsylvania, calls “learned helplessness.”

    Learned Helplessness as a psychological theory doesn't apply here – not even a little – but since Wikipedia doesn't explain it very well I guess this is all we'll get from Jackie.

    (David Brooks quote filler omitted) This past week’s conversations have reflected the growing belief among conservatives that the Obama administration’s policies are moving us toward a period of nationalism and government control that at some point will leave us looking like the British did more than three decades ago.

    First of all, conservatives came to this conclusion about Obama 12 months ago. In fact, they came to this conclusion 50 years ago and they just update the name. Second of all, "this past week's conversations" lets us know that the best part of Conservative Commentary is about to rear its misshapen head: the Columnist Making Profound Conclusions Based on Some People He/She Talked To.

    This past week, I was e-mailed a link to a video clip of Senator Charles Schumer, Democrat from New York.

    You know, people who fancy themselves Real Columnists don't admit that their research and ideas come from forwarded chain emails.

    “And let me say this to all of the chattering class, that so much focuses on those little, tiny, yes porky amendments, the American People really don’t care,” he said during a debate on the stimulus bill.

    Well, that sounds about right. I've already been among the chorus of people who have pointed out that if this works, nobody is going to give a flying shit what was in the bill. The 30 Republicans who will be left in the Senate in that event will be appropriately critical, though.

    My son Robert, who was standing by the computer and overheard Schumer, corrected him with “The American people DO care.” If a seven-year-old understands that the American people care, well then there is hope.

    When pressed for details, Jackie Gingrich's Fucking Seven Year Old stated that his conclusion is based on a multi-year panel study of a broad sample of American adults aged 18-64. Tune in next week for another column based on the wisdom of a second-grader. Enjoy them while you can, though, because this kid is going to be a highly-paid Republican operative within six months given his preternatural understanding of public opinion and politics. This might explain why the upcoming Palin 2012 campaign will take such a curiously strong stance against Megatron.

    The best-case scenario is one in which Americans decide that they do care, that they are optimistic, that they can change their lives, try something different and create their own future.

    Make your own future, you lazy bastards. The world is just full of opportunity! If you can't find ways to make money in this economy (home demolition expert? suicide hotline counselor? rogue superhero named Forecloser?) then you deserve your lot in life.

    This would require they understand how current policies would affect the future

    And anyone who fails this requirement becomes a conservative pundit.

    and act to stop them

    So, to recap: it is imperative to accept Jackie Gingrich's Expert Opinion of what havoc these policies will cause and then stop them. Well, we've tried it the Democrats' way for about 3 weeks. It is time to stop them and give beleaguered conservatism a shot.

    My mother told me yesterday that her ladies investment club members grappled with how to respond to the uncertainty.

    Don't tell me you didn't see at least one more relative being quoted in this pile-of-shit column. We had the seven year-old, who took a break from playing with Legos to dissertate on public opinion, and now we have her elderly mother, who for no reason whatsoever I am going to assume shits her pants intermittently, explosively, and without prior warning.

    The members were trying to determine whether to continue to make monthly contributions to their investment fund or to stop payments until some time in the future, when the crisis has eased. She recommended they continue.

    This is fuckin' fascinating, Jackie. its level of fascinatingness exceeded only by its relevance. If Mother said so that's enough for me. When an expert like the woman Newt Gingrich divorced speaks, you listen.

    “Right now,” she told them, “someone who has been laid off of work is in their basement inventing the next big thing. I believe in the American people.”

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    My hope is that there are lots of people in their basements inventing, and not on their computers answering offers to help them get their portion of the stimulus package.

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    This is one of the rules governing the universe of Republican Fantasy America from 1951. Norman Rockwell characters everywhere, heading down to the Town Square to have an old-fashioned fountain Coke before heading back to their basement laboratories.

    As a side note, people with computers do not invent things.

    The cure for the British disease of the 1970’s was Margaret Thatcher. “We want to work with the grain of human nature, helping people to help themselves – and others,” noted the 1979 British Conservative Manifesto.

    Well, Maggie's free these days. Maybe we can press her into service again, assuming for a moment that the economic malaise of the 1970s was in any way similar to the current one. I'll give Jackie a pass on the ludicrous assumption that Thatcherism cured anything except Britain's chronically low unemployment rate, which tripled during the Thatcher years.

    “This is the way to restore that self reliance and self confidence which are the basis for personal responsibility and national success.”

    The 28% of British children who were in poverty (a fivefold increase) when Maggie departed just didn't grasp the idea of personal responsibility, I guess.

    If we really want to honor the great presidents of our nation,

    I don't! I want to emulate random members of Jackie Gingrich's family.

    let’s each of us emulate them by becoming little individual engines that know no rest, working toward personal responsibility and national success.

    Good show, Jackie. Good show. Now. After this lecture I'm dying to know; what do you produce, Jackie? What is your contribution to our national success?
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    Writing ridiculous shit like this? Or are you just using this as cover while you create the Next Big Thing in your elaborate basement Inventorium? Perhaps Jackie is just one more member of that enormous American "business" class who are so good at telling other people what to do that they don't need to do anything themselves.

    BOTTOMING OUT

    In any line of work there are certain signs that one has hit rock bottom in a professional sense. For a lawyer, it's getting disbarred or working as an ambulance chaser. For a classically-trained ballet dancer it might be stripping in a club located behind a dog track (which is in turn located behind a rendering plant). For an actor, appearing in straight-to-DVD horror films or anything starring Pauly Shore.

    I often wonder what the equivalent is for an academic. Being an adjunct (i.e., a temp professor)? Some people swear they enjoy it. Teaching at an online-only "college" like University of Phoenix? Maybe. Being a grad student for 15 years? All of these things are pretty bad. But I think the true moment at which the average Professor sits back and says, "Oh my God, what the hell happened to my life?" involves having a serious panel discussion with Joe the Plumber and Michelle Malkin.


    Not pictured: dignity

    Glenn Reynolds, aside from being almost comically immune to facts and offering the level of insight available from the average 19 year old College Republican, seems so shallow that he unable to feel self-conscious. The idea that he has any shame whatsoever is as ridiculous as his attempts at wit. If he subscribes to any logic deeper than "Look at all the money I have! I must be awesome!" it would be shocking. But any other professor (regardless of field) with a tiny shred of dignity would take a look at himself engaged in a roundtable with an unemployed plumber and a psychotic skeleton and do the only honorable thing: stand up, bow to the audience of bedwetters and abortion clinic bombers, and commit seppuku with a Cato Institute letter opener, withdrawing it at the last moment to spray the webcam with his entrails.

    Can we really expect more of the man who linked Timothy McVeigh to Sadaam Hussein? Who claimed that comparing Guantanamo Bay to a gulag crippled Amnesty International's credibility and helped the Bush administration? Who thought Gitmo and Daytona Beach spring break had some things in common? Who thinks most of his readers are so stupid that they won't notice how often he reverses himself and how 99% of what he says either distorts facts or is flat-out wrong? Who exists for no reason other than to put the illusory stamp of intellectual legitimacy ("Wow, he's a professor! His opinion on foreign policy carries much more weight!") on what is nothing but histrionic, blind partisanship and regurgitation of the daily talking points from the bowels of the Free Republic forums and tar-paper shacks in the Bitterroots?

    Believe it or not, yes, I'd have expected a little more from him. A little more than this. I'd like to think that there are some depths to which he wouldn't sink, some point at which he'd say "OK, I'm not going to interview a fucking unlicensed plumber" in the same way that a self-respecting actor would draw the line at starring in Baby Geniuses 4. I was wrong. Congratulations, Professor Glenn Reynolds. You officially have no shame, no self-respect, and no dignity. Surely this makes him a more attractive commodity to the ratings-hungry media, though. This guy will officially do anything! Paint him up in blackface. Have him debate a kodiak bear. Hire him to officiate competitive eating contests. Film his segments from the center ring of a circus. Book him at a bunch of county fairs. I guess that feeling ashamed requires being smart enough to understand how stupid one looks, a mental burden of which Glenn is obviously and gloriously free.

    A NATION OF WHINERS AFTER ALL

    It is becoming increasingly common to read the New York Times and wonder in earnest if their "lifestyle" pieces are a recognition of their upper-middle-class clientele, a sincere attempt to cover issues they believe are important, or a quasi-dadaist theater of the absurd. To wit, what exactly runs through the minds of the editors when greenlighting a story like Allen Salkin's "You Try to Live on 500K in This Town?" It explores the impact of the Wall Street pay cap on the bloated plutocracy that piloted banking institutions into the side of a mountain at high speed. And I cannot tell if this story is supposed to inspire sympathy, provoke thought, or simply to act as the guy suspended over the dunk tank at the carnival.

    Read that shit and try to imagine the mentality of a "journalist" who would write such a thing without tongue planted firmly in cheek. It is the kind of idea for a story that is easy to concoct, but to act on it requires an almost incomprehensible lack of self-awareness. Could an author, one presumably raised by humans and not by wild bears, begin a serious, non-satirical story like this?

    PRIVATE school: $32,000 a year per student. Mortgage: $96,000 a year. Co-op maintenance fee: $96,000 a year. Nanny: $45,000 a year.

    We are 1/4" into the column and already the premise is irrevocably fucked. It announces its intent to proceed from the idea that $32,000/yr grade schools and a nanny are somehow necessary, nestled snugly between the gas bill and groceries on the ol' family budget.

    To many people in many places, it is a princely sum to live on. But in the neighborhoods of New York City and its suburban enclaves where successful bankers live, half a million a year can go very fast.

    In other words, their ability to support an extravagant lifestyle behind the subdivision gates is imperiled. If anyone can explain why this matters or why anyone should care there may be some sort of prize involved.

    “As hard as it is to believe, bankers who are living on the Upper East Side making $2 or $3 million a year have set up a life for themselves in which they are also at zero at the end of the year with credit cards and mortgage bills that are inescapable.”

    It's comforting to know that they use the same amount of foresight with their personal finances as with their banks' investments. Perhaps their jobs should be staffed by people who did not graduate from the MC Hammer School of Personal Financial Planning.

    Sure, the solution may seem simple: move to Brooklyn or Hoboken, put the children in public schools and buy a MetroCard.

    You're right Allen, that was pretty fucking simple.

    But more than a few of the New York-based financial executives who would have their pay limited are men (and they are almost invariably men) whose identities are entwined with living a certain way in a certain neighborhood west of Third Avenue: a life of private schools, summer houses and charity galas that only a seven-figure income can stretch to cover.

    Once again we return to the moral of the story, the fact that $500,000/yr may not be enough to support the lifestyle to which the ultra-wealthy believe they are entitled – perhaps as a deserved award for the excellent job they've done at the bank lately. But after showing us that $500k (or, to put it another way, about ten times the median household income for a family of four) is "only" $269,000 after taxes, Salkin takes a hard right turn at Is He Fucking Serious Street with the following words:

    Now move to living expenses.

    His living expenses include two $8,000 vacations per year, $75k per year for a chauffeur, $12k per year for a personal trainer, a second home in the Hamptons, and $35,000 annually for ball gowns. OK Allen. OK New York Times. Ball gowns!?!? This is a joke, right? You're just pulling our collective leg to bait an angry reaction from the commoners, right? The ball gown bit was intended to stun readers so they wouldn't notice idiotic things like "spa treatments" and "summer camp" in the subsequent paragraphs, right? It worked. I barely noticed them. The piece ends with this ludicrous burst of pop sociology, unironically quoting the author of Sex and the City:

    Does this money buy a chief executive stockholders might prize, a well-to-do man with a certain sureness of stride, something that might be lost if the executive were crowding onto the PATH train every morning at Journal Square, his newspaper splayed against the back of a stranger’s head?

    The man would certainly not feel like himself on that train, said Candace Bushnell, the author of “Sex and the City” and other books chronicling New York social mores.

    “People inherently understand that if they are going to get ahead in whatever corporate culture they are involved in, they need to take on the appurtenances of what defines that culture,” she said. “So if you are in a culture where spending a lot of money is a sign of success, it’s like the same thing that goes back to high school peer pressure. It’s about fitting in.”

    It's ironic that the author chooses to quote Ms. Bushnell since this article inspired the exact same reaction I had the first time I saw an episode of Sex and the City – I went in expecting mindless distraction and emerged from the experience a hardcore Marxist.

    I cannot imagine what constructive purpose this piece was intended to serve. Truly this is a second Gilded Age; we are back to the 1890s when the newspapers were filled with "society" coverage intended to entertain the unwashed masses with the daily doings of the Astors and Rockefellers. The bizarre twist is that now we are now supposed to be sympathetic to their "suffering," to pity the fact that they cannot continue to indulge themselves in all manners of ostentatious consumption. The wealthy decided – conveniently enough, right around 1980 – that they had things right back in the 19th Century. Rather than being responsible to the larger society they would simply divorce themselves from it and create a separate one for themselves, no commoners allowed. When that self-segregation is threatened and they face the horrifying prospect of living like one of the people they lay off, extort, and otherwise rear-end on a daily basis, that is supposed to trouble us. Apparently.

    I don't know about you but I anticipate no difficulty sleeping on account of this issue.

    (h/t Nate B)

    LAWRENCE KUDLOW PRACTICALLY BEGS FOR THE FJM TREATMENT

    I think Lawrence Kudlow reads ginandtacos. He reads it daily and fancies himself the recipient of an FJMing. That is the only conceivable reason he could write a column entitled "It's Time for Supply Side Tax Cuts." At this point you probably think I am shitting you. Let me be clear and unequivocal: I am not shitting you. The column is entitled "It's Time for Supply Side Tax Cuts." This would make sense if it was 1983. It's not.

    The bailout-nation saga continued this week as the little-three carmakers from Detroit drove to Washington to plead for a $34 billion federal package to save themselves from bankruptcy and insolvency.

    I feel like the straight man / host of an infomercial – that person paid to say "There's no way that a single Sham-Wow can soak up all that hot, viscous minestrone!" or "The NuWave oven can't cook all that food in under 30 minutes, can it?" My sole purpose is to set up Kudlow's eventual Hayek-approved tomahawk dunk. So be it.

    "Gee Lawrence, is there an alternative to the bailout that keeps money away from those Fat Cats in Washington?"

    Hot on their heels was a devastating report of 533,000 lost jobs in November. Actually, it's a loss of 732,000 jobs, including downward revisions from the prior two months. Unemployment moved up to 6.7 percent from 6.5 percent, a number that's going to get worse as the volume of discouraged workers continues to rise.

    Don't forget to tack "and when the auto industry goes bankrupt like my fellow conservatives want it to" on the end of the last sentence.

    So here's the painful choice for both Republicans and Democrats in Congress: Will the political class risk a Detroit-carmaker bankruptcy that might lead to catastrophic liquidation — including, realistically, a couple million car-related jobs — all while the recession deepens and job losses mount (1.2 million in just the past three months)?

    That would be one hell of a risk to take in a democratic nation, but fortunately we do not have regular elections. Thus is the "political class" spared from retribution and should do the "right thing."

    Wait, we do have regular elections. So we need to shame the political class into having the "guts" to do the "right thing."


    It's a tough choice

    That does not sound like a tough choice at all. It is not even remotely tough. This is the categorical antithesis of a tough choice. It is as tough as the entrance exam at Arizona State. This choice scores a seven ("Watery, with no solid pieces; entirely liquid") on the Bristol Stool Scale.

    I think what you mean, L-Dawg, is that Congress is forced to choose from two bad options. They are both bad. That does not mean that they are equally bad. Let's say that you have two choices for your upcoming weekend. Option #1 involves your hated in-laws, hours of home movies of their trip to Branson, and backbreaking yard work. Yuck! Option #2 is to spend 48 hours being repeatedly raped by a particularly horny and flatulent Michael Clarke Duncan.

    Your call, Larry.

    especially for Republicans, most of whom want to vote against bailout nation and stop big-government encroachment on our free-market economy.

    If any sentence accurately summarizes the way the Republican Party has governed in the last 30 years, this is it.

    That's the right theory.

    And that's all it is: a theory. Also, no.

    But are the economic risks simply too great to employ it?

    Yes. That is why it never gets employed, even when your fiscally conservative heroes are in complete control of all three branches of government.

    Various polling surveys say bailout nation, and a federal rescue for autos in particular, is very unpopular. At least 60 percent are polling against a bailout. The TARP bailout of banks is increasingly unpopular.

    Stunning. Relevant. Stunningly relevant. Who would have thought that financially struggling Americans, most of whom need to have episodes of Who's the Boss? explained to them during the commercial break, would oppose something called a "bailout" involving billions of dollars being redirected to Fat Cats and other stock characters from the populist narrative?

    Meanwhile, the pressure for more bailouts grows daily. The Avis rental-car company wants a bailout from TARP. A company called BlueFire Ethanol wants a bailout. The trade association for equipment-leasing companies wants a bailout. There's no end to it. And if we keep going down this path we'll make a mockery of free-market capitalism.

    Slippery slope. Learning to say "no" would be a pretty comprehensive solution. Avis can go out of business because Avis is irrelevant to our economy. The entire auto industry isn't.

    Coming back to Detroit, there may be a pragmatic solution, one that takes some of the apocalypse-now threat of major economic decline out of play.

    My ass tingles with anticipation.

    Senator Bob Corker and others have proposed a federal oversight board that would in effect become a bankruptcy court. Strict conditions would be imposed on the carmakers,

    Three sentences after he said that most Republicans want to get government out of the economy, this is his example of a good idea: the Soviet model of centrally planned industry.

    especially regarding compensation

    Read: "Congressionally sponsored Union-busting." That's what the 59-Democrat Senate is going to do, turn things over to Bob Corker to decide what wages should be paid in an industry employing millions.

    the single-biggest reason for Detroit's decades-long decline.

    I thought the inability (or purposeful unwillingness) to make a $30,000 car that doesn't need three new transmissions before 50,000 miles had something to do with it.

    (uninteresting "pampered workers make too much for Detroit to compete" boilerplate omitted)

    There still will be considerable job losses for downsized Detroit carmakers. They'll have to cut a huge chunk of their dealer networks. Domestic brands will have to be sharply reduced. But essentially, as would be the case under Chapter 11 bankruptcy, the federal government will provide short-term financing while Detroit goes through its radical restructuring. It looks like bankruptcy lite, and it will completely change the direction of the former Big Three.

    And who's going to make the judgment calls on how and where cuts will be made? Bob Corker? Lawrence Kudlow? Or the jackassed auto industry executives who ran their companies down the drain in the first place?

    Boy, I sure hope you have a better idea than "Congressionally mandated wages and production decisions," Comrade Kudlow.

    It's probably too much to ask, but tough federal action under the aegis of oversight-board enforcement also should relieve the CAFE fuel standards that have plagued U.S. automakers.

    Read the following in your best Milhouse from The Simpsons voice: "When are they gonna get to the fireworks factory!???!??!"

    Jesus H., Larry. Your headline promised something that this pastiche of right-wing bugaboos which kill our economy (unions, the environment, lazy workers, occasional Rodan attacks) is not delivering.

    At the very least, worldwide standards should be substituted for domestic ones. Making expensive small green cars is an unprofitable business.

    You know what is profitable? Making grotesque land barges! Like when GM made that great decision in 2005 to halt its passenger car development in order to rush the new GMC Yukon / Suburban / Escalade family of armored fighting vehicles to dealerships. Why, it practically rained money thereafter in Detroit.

    Ironically, with oil and retail gasoline prices plunging, it's not unreasonable to expect something of an auto-sales recovery. Gas prices have dropped all the way to $1.75 from over $4. This tax cut will help revive the whole economy, along with auto sales.

    GET TO THE FUCKING TAX CUTS, LARRY. I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DO NOT SAY SOMETHING ABOUT SUPPLY-SIDE ECONOMICS IN THE NEXT THREE SENTENCES I AM GOING TO EAT AT P.F. CHANG'S EVERY DAY FOR SIX WEEKS AND SHOW UP AT YOUR FRONT DOOR ASKING TO USE THE BATHROOM.

    But if Washington can put this car-bailout business behind it, perhaps Congress can move on to the ultimate solution: restoring economic growth.

    *sigh*

    Thank you. Was that so hard? We know what "restore economic growth" means in Republican.

    President-elect Obama has been cagey about the details of his massive $700 billion infrastructure spending plan and whether he'll raise taxes on successful earners.

    I think he's been pretty clear about the latter.

    But this new New Deal, including Obama's middle-class tax credits, will not create permanent economic growth incentives. What will?

    OMG THIS IS SO EXCITING! I WONDER WHAT HE'S GOING TO SAY?!?!?!11!!!?!ONE!!?

    A conservative columnist asking a rhetorical question like this – "What, you ask, will prompt runaway economic growth?" – produces the same mixed feeling of dread, recognition, and boredom as when one of the guests in Fawlty Towers turns to Manuel the waiter (you know, the lovable Spainiard who no-speaky-eeenglish so good) and orders a Screwdriver. Everyone knows exactly what's coming and it'd be funny if it weren't so damn obvious.

    A genuine supply-side growth agenda to reduce tax rates across-the-board.

    Post-1980 Republicans: "THE ANSWER IS TAX CUTS ACROSS THE BOARD, BUT ESPECIALLY CORPORATE TAXES!!!! Now what was the question?"

    If the Republican party wants to put bailout nation to rest it should campaign for lower corporate, individual, and investment tax rates.

    As opposed to now or the last 30 years.

    Good suggestion, Larry. Republicans have never tried this. They certainly don't bring up tax cuts like their asses are afire and saying the phrase "lower taxes" will bring down torrents of soothing water.

    It should make clear that the Democrats are the government-spending party while the Republicans are the tax-cutting party.

    To whom is this revoltingly oversimplified binary unfamiliar? I just called the Topeka Home for the Retarded and asked for a random tard who proceeded to correctly connect the phrases "Republican Party" and "cutting taxes." Unconvinced, I empaneled a focus group of people with traumatic brain injuries who were also able to connect those phrases.

    Everyone already knows this, Larry. The problem is not recognition – the problem is your ridiculous assumption that cutting taxes is always a good thing or that people are always wildly in favor of it.

    Like, when I say "Carrot Top" or "Zamfir" the average person automatically thinks "prop comedy" and "Master of the Pan Flute", respectively. The reason Carrot Top and Zamfir, Master of the Pan Flute are unpopular is not that people fail to associate them with the appropriate shtick. The problem is that prop comedy and the pan flute are horrible, horrible things that I wouldn't wish on a Welshman.

    We will not bailout our way into prosperity. Nor will we spend our way into prosperity. Somebody has to stand up and yell: It's time to cut tax rates on the supply-side.

    I'm sure someone in Congress would do this, taking this heroic stand a la Jimmy Stewart in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, if not for the fact that voters tend to dislike completely retarded thirty year-old ideas that have repeatedly been proven useless. Larry, why must you talk like this has never been tried, like the idea is novel? Unless "income redistribution toward the highest brackets" is the objective, Supply Side tax cuts have been an unqualified failure.

    That will reinvigorate growth and infuse new spirit into a demoralized economy.

    "Why? Because I say it. I don't have any evidence, but you don't need evidence when you're this fucking right."

    Lawrence Kudlow, avid reader of ginandtacos: this was a disappointment of monumental (New Coke) proportions. Sucking us in with an eye-grabbingly stupid headline and then tossing us a few crumbs of discredited economic "wisdom" at the end is….well, Larry, it's just a dick move.

    Then again, given how little there is to say in support of your idea, I'd tack it on the end of 10 paragraphs of gibberish too.