Dear Dr. Bones,
Here's the very latest in dogmatic slumberware, just in from Neohaven:
| Meanwhile, the time is late. We all have work to do and it is not bickering with each other or wondering whether our candidate is conservative enough or whether he will betray us. You have already had three and a half years of Barack Obama. Do you have any idea what another four and a half will bring? I for one do not want to know. The question is not whether to change people or whether they can be changed. The operative question is HOW they can be changed. We here at PJMedia think about this every day. One of the things we consciously attempt to do is provide you with some ammunition, talking points across the table or at the water cooler. I’m not saying we’re so great at it, but we try. And speaking of trying, let me leave you with this little mindbender from the Zen monks: “You can’t get there by trying, but you won’t get there if you don’t try.” Don’t ask me to explain it, but it works for me. |
I think the Squire of Simon Pajama’s ever-selflovin’ fan club ought to snip an’ stuff an’ mount "You can’t get there by trying, but you won’t get there if you don’t try." Then place it beside that nifty oracle about his freelordship bein’ "a lousy judge of character."
Comment being superfluous, let us turn to the tactics, operations, an’ strategy of the rest of the whight-wing pack. The Squire seems to feel that he has perverted to a pack kiddiemastered by incompetents, which cannot be a good feelin’. Though I guess this scribble *could* be just a cheapjack YaleoDrama™ic shtyk designed to enhance his freelordship’s neovalue in the eyes of his now Owners.
Before the Squire suddenly saw The Whight (© ® Pat. Pend.) an’ fell off his camel on the road to Rio Limbaugh, his freelordship presumably thought the said Owners were no great shakes in the bestembrightness department. Maybe not all of Them rank way down there with Don Donaldito de Trump, but not all that far above that inimitable, D. V., señorito either. Very few Lieberals and Demoncrats think otherwise, and unfortunately (¿?) the Squire does not have it in him to be much of a non-conformist. Never did have it.
In a way, his freelordship thinks so still, for the traditional G.O.P. Geniuses would have to be freedumb suckers indeed to think as highly of the Squire as the Squire thinks of himself. Gloomy Gus of Hippo did get to the very top of his chosen neoracket, but Gus was one in a zillion, bestembrightnesswise. Run-of-the-mill perverts are only layin’ up disappointment for themselves if they won’t settle for a whole lot less fatted calf than Brother Gus got.
Whatever the Squire may think currently of Their Firstlordships, Paddy and Eye would certainly say that the Owners know what they are up to.
The analytical trick is that their firstlordships mostly don’t know what they are up to consciously. If the success of the Great Whightist Cause depended on the explicit verbalizations of Karl Firstlord Rove an’ other such Owners as occasionaly deign to grace the op-ed columns of The Wall Street Jingoe, well, the jig would soon be up for the dear old G. W. C.
When Firstlord Rove is not tryin’ to deepthink, however, he is mostly out fundin’, and that is what makes his firstlordship, an’ the Stupid Party as a whole, formidable at times.
The explicitness hang-up is hard to miss. There is no really respectable way to say "¡Fundin’ Works!" Any formula that comes within ten klicks of it backfires, givin’ aid an’ comfort to us humble, their freelordships’ Class enemy, an’ it also annoys the "small people" of Pajama Junction NJ an’ Rio Limbaugh/Port Ste. Lucie FL, tinyvolks who don’t care to be thought of as a purchasable commodity more than anybooby else does. [1]
Though we ourselves are not urgently interested in looking respectable, still, as long as we do not propose to go and do likewise, it is safe enough to put it on the record, strictly as outside-the-monkey-house analysis, that fundin’ seems to work pretty well for the Classmates of Rove. If nothing else, their firstlordships must think so, who throw so much moolah in that direction. Even discounting their mere crank godzillionaires (like Firstlord Adelson) who are too much loners to be called Classmates, fundin’ works for the TopPercenters. Clobber the kiddies over their whight-haired little dittopans long enough with bags full of AstroTurf™, an’ they really *do* turn into tractable wads of Tee Putty. a lot of ’em. Not enough of ’em to satisfy the Squire of Simon Pajama, maybe, but quite enough to be gettin’ on with electorally.
So, then: if the Squire were payin’ better attention, his freelordship would call for more of the same, not go about obscurely--an’ selfpromotin’ly-- hintin’ that HE knows of some completely different Peruna that would work much better.
Happy days.
--JHM
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[1] Whether Wally Wombschool an’ Cindy from Wasilla are whight not to relish bein’ accounted venal is a curious question of dogmatic mythology. At times AEIdeologues an’ Heritagitarians an’ Hoovervillains of Palo Alto (&c. &c.) make it sound as if bein’ a purchasable commodity were the Chief End of Man, or a close runner-up. It has even been claimed that if mostvolks were not purchasable, the whole Baincapitalism shebang would grind to a halt.
Paddy and Eye have tentatively decided that this line is mostly a professional deformation, assuming one admits tankthinkin’ as a profession: your ‘conservative’ ‘intellectual’ señoritoe is pretty close to consciously aware that she, at least, has been bought an’ paid for; she would not like to think herself in a small minority. Master Wally an’ Mizz Cindy, however, are no more likely to think like that, even subliminally, than to independently reinvent differential equations.
Still, Paddy and I are not so certain that our view is sound that we would not welcome input from the Muses and yourself.
You all might address the following peripheral question: when somebooby comes up to Master Wally in broad daylight out in the Naked Public Square (Pat. Pend.) brandishin’ a Spiro Agnew Brand (®) paper moneybag an’ says "I’ll give all this to you, sir, if you will just please thnk . . . " so-an’-so, say ". . . that only Tricklenomics™ can ever lift ALL the boats," the Party neocomrade really would not get what he is solicitin’, should Wally make the deal. He’d only get Master Wally pretendin’ to think so, verbally assertin’ that he has always been a trickledowner, an’ Mizz Cindy too--which is probably not quite enough as long as we still put up with those silly secret ballots.
On the other hand, ¿What about this pertinent suggestion from our favorite moralist?
| Suivez la manière par où ils ont commencé : c’est en faisant tout comme s’ils croyaient, en prenant de l’eau bénite, en faisant dire des messes, etc. Naturellement même cela vous fera croire et vous abêtira. — Mais c’est ce que je crains. — Et pourquoi ? qu’avez vous à perdre? |
As you know, Paddy and Eye always prefer to dodge questions of subjective sincerity if at all possible, above all as regards the pious viennasausage emitted by hack pols. In this case, though, which is a case of the dupes rather than the dupers, we are not sure it is dodgeable.
Please advise.
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