“Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We’re finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio.”
Look in the mirror right now—all of you children of the ’60s, and your children, too. The veterans of peace and love and Kent State losses and civil rights victories and your children who’ve heard the romanticized tales of what it was like.
Look in the mirror, because what you’ll see is a reverse image. A reverse image that you can’t stand. This summer, the summer of 2010, you’ll hear the drumming , but it’s the other side that’s inspired. There is no more Uncle Walter to declare Vietnam a lost cause. No Daniel Ellsburg with his Pentagon Papers. No more Ben Bradlee with his Watergate stories. Their legacies have shriveled like your retirement savings and the peace tattoo on your wrinkled skin.
The reverse image that you can’t stand is this: thousands of citizen fact-checkers on the Internet correcting the Dan Rathers of your old world. Countless bloggers to ferret out the lies of Mike Nifong, and free the innocent from politically correct charges.
A new TV news network called Fox, that nightly surpasses the ratings of your CNN, Headline News, MSNBC and CNBC combined. You’re trying desperately to swat a thousand bees, to plug your fingers in a thousand leaks, but the hive is disturbed and the dam has burst.
So this week, when your leaders and their media lackeys pulled out that tired old war horse, the race card, to shock! shock! shock! the public with accusations of spitting on an African-American congressman, and insulting with racial epithets a revered civil rights leader, we just go to the great media democratizer—technology. We see the “alleged” incident of the spat-upon congressman, the cupped hands, the yelling, and we know that at the moment—“KILL THE BILL” is enunciated and the pursed lips open with a powerful push of air… so does a fleck of saliva. Sorry for that congressman.
We hear, after scouring through many viral videos of the scene that weekend, only one obscenity. But it’s coming from the other end of Pennsylvania Avenue. It’s your eloquent vice president, in the hallowed halls of the White House. “This is a big fucking deal,” he whispers in the president’s ear. What a classy guy. Do they really care of about health care with a chump comment like that? Or maybe, maybe, they’re just sensing we’re all suckers, saps for standing there in Grant Park on election night, tears rolling down our eyes, all hopey and changey. What a crock that turned out to be.
Yes, that’s your president. In that reverse image, he’s our Nixon. What Me Lie? Let’s take a look. Here he is one day sneaking the revered, impossibly good man, the Dalai Lama out the back door, by the trash cans, so as not to offend our Chinese friends. With friends like that who needs enemies? Yes, your president prefers bowing to emperors and Arab princes … never interfering in the internal politics of thugocracies. No, that special favor is reserved for Israel. You know, those money grubbing, home building selfish Jews! Yes, your president insulted our traditional ally Israel—the only democracy (save maybe for Bush’s Iraq) in the Middle East. The Daily Telegraph is reporting that Obama snubbed you, BiBi Netanyahu, issuing 13 demands, then leaving so he could have dinner with Michelle and the girls. Then, he called you back as you waited in the White House to say, “I’m still around if anything changes.” That, two weeks after V.P. Biden showed up an hour and a half late for dinner at your place. These are, shall we say, powerfully grim diplomatic signals. “A big fucking deal, “ Biden would call it. Bottom line, BiBi my friend, you and the Jews are once again on your own. Haven’t we seen this somewhere before? Only… Hitler didn’t have a nuke back then. Ahmadinejad will soon.
If it should lead to a new Jewish exodus—Please guys!…. don’t come here with your high skills and talents . We’ve got 12 million, 20 million (who’s counting) low-skilled Guatamalan, Equadorians, Hondurans and Mexicans who will become citizens (with pre-existing conditions) under your president’s Immigration Reform plan, when your Congressional Leadership next opens its goody bag. Ah… check that, Israel… we’ll let your doctors in, because in a few years, ours are going to be quitting. And what party will those new Latino immigrants vote for? Probably not the one that your president’s party is branding as racist.
It looks dim, maybe the darkest hour. We don’t have our Churchill. But we have our army. It’s angry and it’s growing. Level a charge of civil rights fake hate, we’ll return volley with a real one. Chant “No justice, no peace!” and we’ll spring an ACORN video on you. Play your recordings of death threats, and we’ll play ours. Try cap-and-trade, we’ll hack some more East Anglia e-mails.
We can both play the Saul Alinsky “Rules for Radicals” game. We can both fight with any means to justify the ends, as Saul would have us do. But there is one difference between the two sides in this battle which shows every intention of escalating. The long hairs who wrote the U.S. Constitution are on our side. And we’re gonna let their freak flag fly.
Anchorman a well-known news anchor from a top-10, big city station. The Daily Caller has elected to redact his identity to protect his anonymity.
