Saturday, December 06, 2003

Seig Steak and Kidney Pie!

Roger Simon says people like Osama Bin Laden, Saddam Hussein, Nancy Pelosi, Howard Dean, Kevin Drum and, I assume, people like me, are fascists. Besides being absurd, this pisses me off: I wanted this blog to be about more than poitical rants. But how do you let stuff like this go:
So what divides our society now is not the old dichotomy between "liberal" and "conservative," it is those who oppose fascism and those who want to let it be. On this blog, I am going to start calling those sides what they really are -- anti-fascist and pro-fascist.
You don't let it go. You send a snarky post like this...

...hijacking of the left by the Islamic cause, an Alice-in-Wonderland inversion of reality...

Roger: Thud. And scrape.

What you misperceive from the left is really a prioritization of scarce resources, not a parsing "Terrorists good? Terrorists bad? What to do, what to do? Hmmnn?"

It seems, we may have to tackle you before we can get to the serious business at hand.

"Serious." A curious word. A grown up word.

The world is, has been, and always will be a dangerous place. Yet your ilk seems to continually act as if they've just discovered that fact--and your policy recommendations have a quaint Chicken Little, narrowcast hysteria that betrays it. 9-11 was a profound tragedy. But this is America, and many disagree with your interpretation. Conservative--sorry, anti-fascist--implorings to dress up in widow's weaves and fret and rail ominously is, frankly, pussified.

Keep your colour-coded alerts. Considered, concerted, confident and sutainable applications of force in service of a more stable and hopeful future are what's called for. Not fungible war marketing plans. Not dismissal of your "old Europe" lessers. Not, tarring of, and wasted bloviations on your fellow citizens.

Your prescriptives and your descriptives, my friend, are the things that give some people pause. Shrill? Yes, you are. Strangely and affectingly so. Don't be. Anyone who writes the first act of a drama expecting acts 2 and 3 to magically materialize--then complains when people suggest your story isn't hanging together... well, the term "hack" comes to mind.

You can traffic in your jingoism all you like. Play with your terms. Enjoy the party. Eventually it ends. And someone always has to come in and clean up the mess.

Look around, Roger. Once again, the designated drivers are coming.


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