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A Conservative's Garden of False Narratives:
Who are you calling a moonbat, anyway?
by Phil Rockstroh
One would think that from the cries of (feigned) indignation and calls for repentance arising from conservatives regarding Move-On.org's ad in the N.Y. Times that the liberal-leaning group had not simply questioned the insights and intentions of a public servant, promoting, in a public forum, the policy of an illegal and immoral occupation of a sovereign nation; rather, the folks of Move-On.org had committed blasphemy against the holy name of some revered saint -- General Mary Petreus, Mother of God.
The false outrage of perpetually offended conservatives serves as cover for the true outrages of our era, including: truncated civil liberties, rising levels of social and economic inequality and injustice, and foreign wars of aggression waged by an insular and secretive executive branch and fought by a permanent underclass.
The outrages keep arriving, because the collective imagination of
the citizen/consumers of the US, arbitrated by a careerist media elite,
has been, for decades, in the thrall of false narratives that serve the
interests of the elite of the corporate/militarist classes.
Concurrently,
a sense of unease and despair, due to a sense of personal and
collective powerlessness before exploitive power, has created the tone
and tenor of the times, and begot the phenomenon of supine liberalism
and Viagra conservatism. (In this way, liberals stand fecklessly by, as
the public is, time and time again, screwed by the decrepit schemes of
the right.)
In this way, liberal paternalism is
insufferable; worse, it is dangerous. This has been the right's
craftiest accomplishment: inducing "reasonable" liberals and "sensible"
centrists to enable their crimes, from stolen elections to their
present preparation for a massive bombing campaign of Iran, by
intimidating them with the fear that any protest on their part will
cast them among the ranks of America-hating, lefty moonbats, who wish
to see the terrorist win, dumpsters piled high with discarded fetuses
and metro-sexuality made the official state religion.
Moreover,
these assaults upon both reason and the republic (what's left of it)
will persist until progressives begin to effectively counter the
narratives of the predatory right. Some call it shameful demagoguery;
although, conservatives call it career advancement. This is not a novel
situation. Throughout history, these kinds of pernicious mindsets have
always been with us; it is our tragedy that they have been allowed to
prevail.
Conservatives are eager to embrace false
narratives: The surge is working; the terrorists hate us for our
freedom; Fred Thompson is Ronald Reagan incarnate, but with a touch of
Jed Clampett "folksiness."
Accordingly, when the times are roiled with
uncertainty, when thoughts of the future are tinged with dread,
conservatives, like a character in Southern Gothic literature, will
fall into a swoon, longing for the return of an imagined, purer past
that never was.
One can picture these rightwing sorts wandering the
streets, wearing a faded prom dress and a broken, prom queen tiara,
twittering and cooing, while repeating over and over again, "the surge
is working; Anbar Province is now a beacon of freedom unto the
world...") in an imaginary dialog with the ghost of their long lost
beau, Ronald Reagan.
Ronald Reagan, an ungifted actor, by
means of playing the role of a "resolute" Cold Warrior, was able to
gain the approbation and wealth that had alluded him as a contract
player in Hollywood. In truth, Reagan's greatest accomplishment was
convincing himself of his own sincerity.
Constantin
Stanislavsky, who is considered the father of modern acting technique,
is reputed to have said that when an actor starts to believe he is the
character he's portraying it is time to escort him from the theatre.
Withal, Fred, Rudy, Rush, Hannity, O'Reilly, et al., can you find the
exits on your own or will you need to be medicated, strapped to a
gurney, and wheeled from the public arena?
Rather than being candidates
for President of the United States, most of the Republican field seems
to be vying for the title of National Crazy Uncle -- the kind of guy
who corners you at a family gathering and rants that the PTA is a
terrorist front group and gangs of illegal aliens are engaged in a vast
conspiracy to steal single socks from his washer-dryer.
The
Republican candidates for president and their fantasy-prone
constituents wish to set the Way Back Machine to the golden days of the
1980s when Ronald Reagan was impersonating a man just arrived via the
1940s. This phenomenon is known as the Law of Republican Special
Relativity, which states: When events begin to accelerate forward, the
conservative mind will be cast, at an equal rate of speed, backwards in
time. But the paradox is: they arrive in a parallel universe, an
alternative past that never existed on this earth -- a low probability
dimension, comprised of platitudes and false pieties, where white male
privilege is sacrosanct, only for the reason (according to their
reality-proof perspective) that it serves to provide all mankind with
all things good and holy.
This law can be tested by
performing the following simple exercise: Engage a conservative true
believer in a dialog regarding the manner by which "state's rights" was
misused in the Jim Crowe dominated Deep South of the pre-Civil Rights
Era in order to propagate and maintain segregation, and your
conservative-minded test subject will respond as if those realities
transpired long ago and far away on a planet that he has never visited.
Yet, paradoxically, rightists have manage to create a Time
Retrieval Device, a device that has summoned from the past wonders,
such as the following: a reversal of many of the rights of working
people; the return of unsafe and unsanitary practices in the food
industry; widening gaps of wealth, health and privilege between social,
racial and economic classes; in short, many the excesses of plutocratic
rule inherent to unfettered capitalism.
As a result, a
generation has inherited power who are devoid of the concept of
causation and consequence. Ergo, we have developed a political class
who rule by narratives of denial and shallow self-justification. An
example of this is the blaming of the people of Iraq for the
blood-drenched debacle that has resulted from the illegal and immoral
invasion of their nation. As well as, an enabling cadre of media
elitists who served as cheerleaders for the invasion, because they
deemed it to be good for business, and, to this day, are unwilling to
admit their complicity.
All of the above leads to the
question: What are present day conservatives striving to conserve?
Historically, conservatives gave their utmost to conserve institutions
such as slavery, Jim Crowe, child labor -- and, of course, the use of
leeches for medical purposes. (Perhaps, they simply couldn't stand the
thought of a fellow blood-sucker being deemed dangerous, and they
feared the start of a trend.) At present, the central paradox of
contemporary conservatism is this: How does one practice conservatism
within an all-encompassing economy based on disposability? This is
analogous to establishing a brothel devoted to the goal of abstinence.
When
engaged in a dialog with many conservatives, the question becomes: Are
their reactions and responses evoked therein simply borne of plain
ignorance, willful ignorance, or outright lying? Or are their responses
the result of a group hallucination? All progressives have experienced
the following nonsensical encounter of the conservative kind. Present a
reasoned argument to a conservative -- and, all at once, completely
ignoring the tenet, tone and thrust of the point, they begin
hallucinating a creature, only known to exist in the rightwing
bestiary, known as a "moonbat" -- a mythological beast that,
ironically, seems to appear when a conservative is confronted with
reality.
Accordingly, the time has come for a study of
political zoology and to posit who are the true moonbats now making
their habitat in the United States. Case study: Unregulated,
wish-fulfillment-based conservative economic policy has created those
suburban arrays of mold-incubating petri dishes known as products of
the housing boom. Moreover, the bursting of the whole bubble-prone
Ponzi scheme has sent shock waves throughout international economies
and is surging the economy of the US towards recession. Furthermore,
conservative anti-regulatory policies have rendered us babes in a
cheap, plastic Toyland.
What has an era of conservatism
wrought? Answer: a culture that has all the value, integrity,
sustainability and safety as a toy manufactured in China. Apropos,
contemporary life, as conceived and manufactured by conservative
"values", is shoddily made, toxic and not a lot of fun.
In
addition, it has spawned a culture ridden with public relations
fabulists and media-savvy confidence artists who tell us that the taste
of corporate ass-suck is the ambrosia of the gods. The locked-down,
stultifying mindset and ideological barbarianism of present day
conservatism is directly linked to the steep decline of the quality of
life in the United States.
The recent revelations
regarding the
"I'm-not-gay-I-simply-engage-in-same-sex-encounters-in-puplic-restrooms"
wing of the Republican Party are instructive in understanding the
rightist's worldview and its effect on our times. Covert sex in a
public bathroom stall is an apt metaphor for how contemporary
conservatism limits and restricts the possibilities of human life. In
the same way that a closet-case gay conservative stunts the
possibilities of his love life, the conservative mindset limits the
scope of a culture's possibilities. Accordingly, economic life must be
ruled by ruthless, unregulated competition, and the nation's meaning
can only be found in war. Hence, under the Bush Junta, we are told, as
far as international relations go, that the nation has few options
other than its present policy of predatory capitalism and "wide-stance"
militarism.
Regarding perma-fools such as these, Ernest
Becker wrote: "Once you base your whole life striving on a desperate
lie, and try to implement that lie, you instrument your own undoing."
Accordingly, the republic is dead; it's ghost howls online only in
pixelated protests such as this one. This grim reality will remain,
until we rise up and repudiate the false narratives that have created
and continue to comprise these tragic times.
Phil Rockstroh,
a self-described auto-didactic, gasbag monologist, is a poet, lyricist
and philosopher bard living in New York City. He may be contacted at
philangie2000@yahoo.com.
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