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Coming Apart

The phrase “coming apart” is one of the most elegant oxymorons in the English language, and it perfectly describes what’s happening to this country’s right wing.

For the longest time, the Right’s been operating under George Orwell’s Rules of Order, selling war as peace, love as hate, fear as strength, etc. What happened last November is that a moderate/left politician got elected not only because he said “well, that’s all just silly bullshit” but because he offered an alternative. These things take awhile, but the bill finally came due for lying about weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Plain and simple.

Now, the Right Wing (which is to say the mainstream of the Republican party because they’ve purged their “Main Street moderates”) has nothing. Tax cuts are no longer the panacea for every economic problem. War is no longer the solution to every foreign policy issue. Their leaders are repulsive or foolish or hypocrites or plainly lying (and some are all of the above), and suddenly they have to own their lunatics. When George W. Bush was riding high in his flight suit and had over 50% of the public on his side, nobody paid much attention to some of the deeply disturbed people who glom onto the racist, misogynistic, xenophobic, homophobic, practically phobophobic tendencies of the Right, which operates pretty much by pulling people together by frightening them with enemies drawn from the shadow of the collective unconscious. But now that polls have only some 28% of the population identifying themselves as Republicans (which means they’ve pretty much lost all the independents), that poisonously crazy 5% of the Right, which in the past has found common cause with neo-Nazis, white supremacists, John Birchers, and survivalists, makes up a larger proportion of the party, and the Republicans are terrified.

Poetic irony, no?

Which is why we’re being treated today to the spectacle of conservative talk show gasbags attempting to portray…wait for it…Nazis as leftists. That’s the only way they can deal with the fact that a white supremacist, neo-Nazi, anti-Semite walked into the Holocaust museum and blew away an African-American security guard. Because Hitler was really a leftist. And war is peace. And hate is love. And, don’t forget, fear is strength.

Which is why the Right Wing is so incredibly strong. All 28% of them. Excepting the 5% who are certifiably out of their minds.

Speaking to the Right: You built the monster, you bastards. It’s yours. Own it.

Pussies.

And, uh…fuck you. Also.

I mean, hey. What’s the big deal? What are you afraid of?


Eagles Attack America: Film at 11:00

Falling into the category beyond prima facie absurd, right-wingers have drawn themselves all the way up on two legs and have pronounced the new Eagles album “Long Road Out of Eden” as an attack on America:

http://newsbusters.org/blogs/warner-todd-huston/2007/11/05/eagles-new-album-slamming-america-throughout

Which should have anyone who loves rock’n’roll flat on their backs, laughing hysterically–no, no, let me catch my breath–going, “Well, yeah, they’re The Eagles!” They hate you so much they put out a double-album! And from most reviews, they still sound like The Eagles, which means they’ll likely be carpet-bombing an FM “classic rock” station near you very shortly.

But no, these folks are objecting to The Eagles writing melodic, moody, country-tinged tunes about global warming as some kind of a Clockwork Orange rape of American sensibilities. So much for peaceful, easy feelings. Don Henley doesn’t dig you, America. He hates your SUVs, your way of life. He’s against freedom, and he thinks all the troops are baby-killing psychopaths. He wants you, take a deep breath, to feel guilty.

Yeah, dude. Uh-huh. When all indications are that The Eagles are still idling on the corner of Winslow, Arizona, watching the tequila sunrise, and trying to finally check the hell out of the Hotel California. Ah well…one of these nights. I knew Glenn Frey has a little bit of that weird jihad flame in his eyes….


But…Joe Walsh? Plays a mean slide, but, as we all know, he can’t find the door and they took away his license so now he can’t drive and he spends his day bowling and picking up dog doo (hope that it’s hard, woof-woof).

Joe Walsh can’t buckle his pants, much less affix a suicide bomber’s belt.

So–and really, I never thought I would ever, ever say this–but, fellow desperados, go buy the new Eagles album. You don’t have to play it. Just buy the bastard. Besides, the cover art’s pretty. Make it a movement. And while you’re at it, let’s bring back Quaaludes, Panama Red, and decent blow that hasn’t been stepped on with baby laxative. Talking about loving our true way of life.

But please. No flare pants.

My God. What if the Bay City Rollers have become Muslim extremists? Now I know I won’t be able to sleep tonight.