One Wiseburger Deluxe with Side Order of Flies

Dear Dr. Bones,

The esteemed wiseburger, and obvious aspirin’ Kiddiemaster, from Fox-on-15th-Street here comes up with a number of points of compare-and-contrast between the Tee Putty and the New Bolsheviki, but overlooks what this caller would call ‘obvious’, namely that the Tee Putty are mostly the PARENTS of middle-aged selfesteemist wiseburgers, whereas the Neobolshies are their kids.

Though never addressin’ the crude chronological point head on, an’ perhaps genuinely impercipient of it, the F-15 hotshot’s "correlation of sympathies," so to call an important concept for which I have never seen the technical term, is just what the doctor ordered:

(1) TeePees are "driven from above," discloses Sir Oracle -- driven, that is, much the way Mommy an’ Daddy (an’ Uncle Superego) used to drive oneself.

(2) TeePees are "pretty clear [in their] view of the world," chockful, that is, of plausible soundin’ reasons why one would *wish* one had been turned into a pumpkin if not in bed by midnight.

(3) The wiseburger’s discussion under the rubric of *Impact* does not summarize itself quite so handily, but "without producing any substantive accomplishments" seems to be the thrust an’ crux thereof. Which fits handily into my own admittedly preconceived pigeon-holes, for or course in the long run one does (in most cases) get out from under Uncle Superego an’ his minions an’ surrogates.

This ineffectuality is that of the TeePees. The Neobolshies are rather a tricky topic seen from this angle, for Sir Oracle has (as I conjecture) not yet given up hope of makin’ a little impact Himself. Someday. Somehow. An impact on those "probably at an earlier stage of [their] lifecycle." [1]

(4) By contrast, the *Style* rubric is easy sleddin’. Naturally TeePees are sniffy an’ stodgy, Neobolshies cooool -- though perhaps not quite so well groomed.

(5) Last, an’ presumably least, come *Strategy and Tactics*. At some risk of frivolity, I would point out that the wiseburger’s own Ma an’ Pa will always be found walking upright or ‘vertical’, whereas his kiddies (an’ many other folks’ as well) are much more likely to do the ‘horizontal’ thing. [2]

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The oracular neodeliverance concludes with "The parallels are much stronger than either prefers to admit.."

¿Perhaps one might add "or than ever-starboard-driftin’ wiseburger Yalies in their mid-forties care to distinctly recognize"? The alliance of brats with Gramps against poor Ozzie-in-the-Middle is well attested.

Furthermore, had Sir Oracle thought all these things out perspicuously, it seems to me he would have had to worry a little about the political an’ personal kinematics as well as the statics. That is to say, the second childhood of Neocomrade J. X. Weisberg is bound to unfold more alone Dr. Altzheimer’s sort of trajectory that those studied by the late M. Piaget. (In the vernacular, "Jake is not gettin’ any younger either.")

JXW certainly appears to spontaneously *like* _Neubolschewismus_ a good deal better than he likes the Tee Putty [3], but nevertheless only the latter are a club to which his own credentials might gain him admittance.

(( Fairembalancement perhaps requires my suggesting that we all thank Father Zeus heartily for the generational self-separation diagnosed above. "Geezers against Greed" would perhaps be not much more dangerous than we geezers are taken individually, but if the the average age of the victims of AstroTurf™baggin’ were eighteen instead of seventy-eight, one would have to retire the "Tee Putty" label: those clobbered would not be soft an’ malleable, especially when moistened a little with fundin’, they could easily be the sort of whippersnappers who go in for literal whips.[4] ))

Happy days.

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[1] That is as close as Sir Oracle comes to makin’ an age-cohort-based analysis, and it is not very close, for he is talkin’ allegory ’bout the ‘lifecycles’ of agitprop movements, not of particular zöological specimens.

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[2] No rule should lack a good probative exception, so I rejoice that Sir Oracle tossed in that "ballerina perched atop Wall Street’s bronze bull." Though, come to think of it, ‘perched’ does not strictly imply verticality. (¿Does it?)

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[3] Even if he did not, he would have to pretend to, or else find a new employin’ corporation. The WaPo Foxoids are not yet quite ready to unmask themselves. Maybe the day after Hallowe’en. Or in honor of Inauguration Day in 2013.

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[4] Before moving on to his five formally distinguished rubrics, our wiseburger smuggled in a sixth. Tee Putty, we learn, "has remained a purely American affair, while [Neobolshevism] strikes a global posture."

My guess is that his freelordship of Fifteenth Street has run two quite different thought clichés together here: "purely American" partly insinuates that the TeePee geezers look dowdy an’ parochial an’ provincial, not quite People of WalMart, perhaps, but definitely somewhere off in that general direction.

That part is covered under Rubric IV. However, I do not think absence of a "global posture" is exclusively about one’s Style in the fashion-plate sense. Sir Oracle, consciously or subliminally, imputes bein’ what I just called "soft an’ malleable, especially when moistened a little with fundin’" to the Tee Putty as a part of their Yank Exceptionalism: "Swarthy an’ well-mustachioeded foreigners need not apply," so to speak.

From my standpoint, this is a mistake: though as a matter of fact the Tee Putty could probably teach the Daughters of the American Revo lessons in (the absurdly so-called) ‘nativism’, of course there is nothing "purely American" about simply having become too grown-up to be a succesful thug any more.

To think that would be Fisher’s Fallacy, "It must be a terrible thing to be a Frenchman, because all Frenchmen are mortal."