A comment left on my FISA-Obama post just a few days ago:
You mean Barack Obama is a mortal human? No Way! Get outta town! … These people who were surprised by his FISA support have not done their research. He confirmed John Negroponte and Condoleeza Rice for their respective roles in the bush administration. He voted for the USA patriot act, too. Guess What? He would still make a better president than McSame.
Which, while funny and true, goes only partway there. Let me take you down (the Beatles said that) … the rest of the way.
Keith Olberman’s recent memo to Barack—this whole thing is so under my skin. And you know what that means. Yes … someone is deceiving themselves. Someone is telling less than the truth—many someones. Not that I’m suggesting they’ve got a clue.
One reason, I supppose, it’s quite so rankling is, I live in Berkeley. That’s right, Left Wing Central, USA. But really, it’s more than that. My own politics are completely radical. But Leftie behavior can be so damn noxious.
What is is, bro. And what it is, is Entitlement. Hey, you wanna live in this nice little city by the Bay, comes with the territory. And what a territory it is. The Sixties having if not birthed the thing, certainly boiled and distilled entitlement down to this oily essence.
I mean, we were the world, far as we knew. Not that there wasn’t something to be said for hippie life. One co-op delivered fresh food, another real milk. People bartered, people gave away valuables. Things just kinda worked. You know, like the Mac. Until the drugs got heavy and the lowlife discovered all that Free-ness. By 1970, it was time to leave, ideally for the mountains, and I did.
Where the fuck was I. For one, back in Entitlement City, now. There is no thing you can do, in this town, not so much as tack a sign on your front door, that someone won’t protest. That is what it comes to, in the end. Activism unchanneled and untrained. Just a pain in the ass, and highly entitled to be so.
How this applies to the blogging multitudes, I’ll let you figure out. Hint: many people writing with more desire to be hotly political (and highly page-ranked) than talent, perspective or common sense. But isn’t that the times. Thank you, Blogger. A whole new level of clamor.
She’s saying something here—and you don’t know what it is, do you, Mr. (Bob Dylan said that.)
Here’s a little present. From me to you. Watch it, and then tell me, does this man look like someone who ever intended to serve only the Left? I’ll tell you in advance, I think this is cool as hell, and have not a shred of doubt he knows what he is doing. Because he does not strike me as someone who would take this monstrous risk or undertake this monstrous effort without having thought it out.
But if you feel betrayed, that’s what matters.
As if.
