Archive for the ‘Media’ Category

Joe McCarthy: Right All Along

Saturday, July 24th, 2010

The idea that Senator Joe McCarthy was correct about Communists infesting the government and entertainment industry is gaining currency. The Beeb is among the latest to realize this:

David Aaronovitch thinks the unthinkable about the McCarthy period.

The hunt for the so called ‘Reds under the beds’ during the Cold War is generally regarded as a deeply regrettable blot on U.S history. But the release of classified documents reveals that Joseph McCarthy was right after all about the extent of Soviet infiltration into the highest reaches of the U.S government.

Thanks to the public release of top secret FBI decryptions of Soviet communications, as well as the release under the fifty year rule of FBI records and Soviet archives, we now know that the Communist spying McCarthy fought against was extensive, reaching to the highest level of the State department and the White House.

We reveal that many of McCarthy’s anticommunist investigations were in fact on target. His fears about the effect Soviet infiltration might be having on US foreign policy, particularly in the Far East were also well founded.

The decrypts also reveal that people such as Rosenberg, Alger Hiss and even Robert Oppenheimer were indeed working with the Soviets. We explore why much of this information, available for years to the FBI, was not made public. We also examine how its suppression prevented the prosecution of suspects.

Finally, we explore the extent to which Joseph McCarthy, with his unsavoury methods and smear tactics, could have done himself a disservice, resulting in his name being forever synonymous with paranoia and the ruthless suppression of free speech.

The programme airs Sunday at 13:30 on BBC Radio 4 (FM only).

Via Samizdata, which notes:

I distrust that last bit, about McCarthy’s “unsavoury tactics” being to blame for his failure. It was McCarthy’s fault that the Bolsheviks weren’t unmasked? I wait to be convinced that what saved the Bolsheviks of that time and place was Joe McCarthy’s ineptness. I prefer the more obvious explanation, which is that the very Bolsheviks who had, as McCarthy rightly claimed, dug themselves into the US government were the ones who stopped him.

This may also be available on the Web; I hope so, because it’s an important topic.

Enumerated Power

Saturday, May 22nd, 2010

I’ve listened several times to Utah Republican Senator Bob Bennett’s interview with Michele Norris from NPR. [There's a transcript there if you prefer to read, but I encourage you to listen at least long enough to get a feel for the tone of the thing.] Bennett’s defeat in Utah’s May 11 primary after serving three terms is credited to the Tea Party movement.

I’m struck by the confusion evident from both Bennett and Norris. They have no idea whatsoever what just happened. Norris doesn’t know how to frame her questions, and Bennett has all the answers that he knows should have worked.

There’s several illuminating passages, but what I want to write about today is an exchange that didn’t happen, the question I wanted to ask that would never have occurred to Norris.

The constituency that abandoned him comes off as ill-informed and inarticulate. It’s easy to guess that this fits with how NPR and the establishment powers view the Partiers. However, it’s also no doubt accurate; the Tea Parties are still inchoate, still fragmented, still with no cohesive, organized platform, still with no clear principles.

Moreover, our political vocabulary has become so debased that it is almost impossible to coherently criticize what has been happening for the last several decades in terms most people have been trained to understand. That vocabulary has been constructed by those we want to criticize, and it’s devilishly hard to use against them.

Which leads us to this exchange:

NORRIS: About one-third of the Utah GOP convention delegates were part of the Tea Party movement. Did you do a good enough job as a senator of representing their interest? Many of them felt like they were ignored by Washington, even by the representatives within their own party.

Sen. BENNETT: When you talk to them and said, well, what did I do that didn’t represent you, there was never – other than, well, you voted for TARP and that was unconstitutional – as I say, I could talk that one through with them, and oh, well, maybe you did the right thing. Someone would say I’m not troubled about TARP. You’ve just been there too long.

NORRIS: What do you make of that? How do you respond to someone who feels like you’ve been there too long?

Sen. BENNETT: There really is no response. Some of my supporters would report conversations they would have. One in particular said to this woman: Who are you voting for? She said: I’m voting for Cherilyn Eager. Why? Well, she loves the Constitution. All right, Senator Bennett loves the Constitution. Yeah, but Cherilyn Eager loves it more. And finally, my supporter said, well, I guess there’s nothing I can say to you. And they said no, because I want somebody who really, really loves the Constitution.

And here, I wanted to thumb the transmit button on the radio and ask, “If you love the Constitution, Senator, what’s your favorite enumerated power?”

In my fantasy, the scene changes, dreamlike, and I am now confronting a generic politician at a town meeting or Tea Party. In the minds of most politicians, I suspect, “Love the Constitution” is a meaningless phrase, sort of like, “uphold and defend” or “enemies foreign and domestic”. It’s just one of those things you have to say to take office so you can ruleguide your flock taxpayers constituents to healthy, safe, and productive lives; get yourself some kickbacks, and maybe enjoy some of that intern nookie.

I let him stumble for a bit. He probably thinks, “the Power To lay and collect Taxes, Duties, Imposts and Excises,” but of course he can’t say that out loud. Maybe he takes a stab at providing for “the common Defence and general Welfare”, or “securing the blessings of Liberty”, or even securing “life, liberty, and [the] pursuit of happiness” for the people.

He pauses, and I ask, “Want to know my favorite power?”

He is wary, but nods.

“The power of the people to keep and bear arms.”

“But…but…that’s not a power, that’s a…that’s why we have the National Guard!”

One of the debasements I’m talking about is the blurring of rights and powers, but what that usually does is to dilute rights and disguise tyranny. For instance, there’s the supposed right to health care, something which is really an individual responsibility, but which has been converted to an excuse to exert control. You also often hear that the police have the right to search you under various circumstances, but that’s not a right at all, it’s a delegated power. The cleverness here is that “rights” are good things. When something is declared a “right”, we automatically nod our heads.

I want to blur in the other direction, but in so blurring, reveal:

The purpose of the Constitution, as I see it, is to define the structure of our government, to define its powers, and to limit those powers, primarily in the Third through Eighth Amendments.

The first two Amendments, however, create the fourth branch of government which balances the other three: We, The People. The Ninth and Tenth Amendments bolster that branch, but those first two Amendments give us specific powers, in keeping with the overall purpose of structuring the government. They are not delegations, though; they are reservations. (To clarify: We often say that the Bill of Rights does not grant those rights, but merely protects natural rights we possess independently of any government or mere document, and that’s true, in our private lives. Here, however, I speak of The People as that virtual Fourth Branch, which must have its powers enumerated.)

We rule here, not our elected officials; they can only lead, using powers that come from us, powers that we delegate to them but do not necessarily give up ourselves, even if we only exercise them via the light reins of election.

The First Amendment is all about reserving to us, the people, the power to decide the direction of the Nation ourselves. Freedom of Religion preserves our consciences, our power to decide for ourselves in our own minds what is right and wrong; Freedom of Speech is our power to express our consciences and persuade our fellows; Freedom of Press is our power to subpoena the government and its agents and make their words and deeds public, to inform ourselves about the world at large, and to broadcast our knowledge, ideas, and opinions to an audience larger than our voices can reach; Freedom of Assembly is our power to debate and decide in aggregate, and to form ad hoc congresses and committees; Freedom of Petition is our power to grab our elected and appointed watchdogs by the scruff of the neck and scold them when they chew the furniture, piss on the rugs, bark at the moon, or snarl at family, friends and neighbors.

The Second Amendment reserves our power to shoot the damn curs when they go rabid and attack us.

When you consider the First and Second Amendments in this way, attempts by the government to limit or infringe those rights are exposed as attempts of one branch of government to usurp the powers of another. It is as if during the State of the Union address, soldiers equipped with riot gear and rifles stationed themselves around the chamber, while the President announced a list of bills he wanted passed….

In any event, the First and Second Amendments at least protect protect personal rights, and thus cannot be lightly dismissed. Instead, they have been simply redefined, and their original purposes deliberately obscured and forgotten.

The First Amendment has been debased by trivializing and debasing the activities it was meant to protect: Freedom of Religion converted to freedom from morals; Freedom of Speech converted to freedom of cussing; Freedom of Press to freedom of porn; Freedom of Assembly to freedom of riot; Freedom of Petition to freedom of whining.

The attack on the Second Amendment continued the strategy of debasement. First, it was redefined as the freedom to decorate our mantles with antiques, to punch holes in paper from yards away, and to shoot Bambi’s Mom. This last was brilliant, as it converted providing food to cruel sport (something that evil, capitalistic entrepreneurs made possible by turning food into a commodity). That approach was then extended to convert a right of the law-abiding and peaceable to an excuse for the criminal and racist, an excuse which obviously must be abolished. Meanwhile, the right of self defense was dismissed as corrupt bourgeoisie vigilantes oppressing the poor and disenfranchised. There’s also been an attempt to redefine it as the right of the State to protect itself against us, although that “collective” interpretation is beginning to crumble.

In these ways, our competency for self rule has diminished from the fundamental assumption the Constitution was meant to defend, to a fantasy that only the deranged even mention.

In these ways, language meant to protect our right to self-sovereignty has been defanged, defamed, and demolished, making it impossible to even talk about our power to rule ourselves.

In these ways, we have been debased from citizens to mere subjects.

[I really want to go through the Bennett interview line by line; it exemplifies perfectly why the traditional parties and media are so lost.]

Also see:

Right and Left

“Now Wiggle That Cute Little Butt And Bark”

Thursday, May 20th, 2010

The Curmudgeonly and Skeptical Rodger explains the relationship between The Prez and The Press:
enticed

Jon Stewart, Brave Man

Saturday, April 24th, 2010

Mr. Stewart on Muslims successfully cowing Comedy Central into censoring South Park:

The Daily Show With Jon Stewart Mon – Thurs 11p / 10c
South Park Death Threats
www.thedailyshow.com
Daily Show Full Episodes Political Humor Tea Party

Kick ass, Mr. Stewart.

Fridays At The Pentagon: 53 Legs, 52 Hands

Friday, March 19th, 2010

I saw this once before, awhile back, but never got around to posting it. Shame on me. First published in 2007, and like Kevin at Smallest Minority, I’m posting it in full.

Fridays at the Pentagon
By JOSEPH L. GALLOWAY
McClatchy Newspapers

Over the last 12 months, 1,042 soldiers, Marines, sailors and Air Force personnel have given their lives in the terrible duty that is war. Thousands more have come home on stretchers, horribly wounded and facing months or years in military hospitals.

This week, I’m turning my space over to a good friend and former roommate, Army Lt. Col. Robert Bateman, who recently completed a year long tour of duty in Iraq and is now back at the Pentagon.

Here’s Lt. Col. Bateman’s account of a little-known ceremony that fills the halls of the Army corridor of the Pentagon with cheers, applause and many tears every Friday morning. It first appeared on May 17 on the Weblog of media critic and pundit Eric Alterman at the “Media Matters for America” website.

It is 110 yards from the “E” ring to the “A” ring of the Pentagon. This section of the Pentagon is newly renovated; the floors shine, the hallway is broad, and the lighting is bright. At this instant the entire length of the corridor is packed with officers, a few sergeants and some civilians, all crammed tightly three and four deep against the walls. There are thousands here.

This hallway, more than any other, is the `Army’ hallway. The G3 offices line one side, G2 the other, G8 is around the corner. All Army. Moderate conversations flow in a low buzz. Friends who may not have seen each other for a few weeks, or a few years, spot each other, cross the way and renew.

Everyone shifts to ensure an open path remains down the center. The air conditioning system was not designed for this press of bodies in this area.

The temperature is rising already. Nobody cares. 10:36 hours: The clapping starts at the E-Ring. That is the outermost of the five rings of the Pentagon and it is closest to the entrance to the building. This clapping is low, sustained, hearty. It is applause with a deep emotion behind it as it moves forward in a wave down the length of the hallway.

A steady rolling wave of sound it is, moving at the pace of the soldier in the wheelchair who marks the forward edge with his presence. He is the first. He is missing the greater part of one leg, and some of his wounds are still suppurating. By his age I expect that he is a private, or perhaps a private first class.

Captains, Majors, Lieutenant Colonels and full Colonels meet his gaze and nod as they applaud, soldier to soldier. Three years ago when I described one of these events, those lining the hallways were somewhat different. The applause a little wilder, perhaps in private guilt for not having shared in the burden … yet.

Now almost everyone lining the hallway is, like the man in the wheelchair, also a combat veteran. This steadies the applause, but I think deepens the sentiment. We have all been there now. The soldier’s chair is pushed by, I believe, a full colonel.

Behind him, and stretching the length from Rings E to A, come more of his peers: each private, corporal, or sergeant is assisted as need be, by a
field-grade officer.

11:00 hours: Twenty-four minutes of steady applause. My hands hurt, and I laugh to myself at how stupid that sounds in my own head: my hands hurt…Please ! Shut up and clap. For twenty-four minutes, soldier after soldier has come down this hallway- 20, 25, 30… Fifty-three legs come with them, and perhaps only 52 hands or arms, but down this hall came 30 solid hearts.

They pass down this corridor of officers and applause, and then meet for a private lunch, at which they are the guests of honor, hosted by the generals. Some are wheeled along. Some insist upon getting out of their chairs, to march as best they can with their chin held up, down this hallway, through this most unique audience. Some are catching handshakes and smiling like a politician at a Fourth of July parade. More than a couple of them seem amazed and are smiling shyly.
There are families with them as well: the 18-year-old war-bride pushing her 19-year-old husband’s wheelchair and not quite understanding why her husband is so affected by this, the boy she grew up with, now a man, who had never shed a tear is crying; the older immigrant Latino parents who have, perhaps more than their wounded mid-20′s daughter, an appreciation for the emotion given on their child’s behalf. No man or woman in that hallway, walking or clapping, is ashamed by the silent tears on more than a few cheeks. An Airborne Ranger wipes his eyes only to better see. A couple of the officers in this crowd have themselves been a part of this parade in the past.

These are our men & women, broken in body they may be, but they are our brothers & sisters, and we welcome them home. This parade has gone on, every single Friday, all year long, for more than four years.

Did you know that?

The media haven’t yet told the story.

Constantly in the media, we hear of the “sacrifice” our warriors make. One of the big networks runs a feature on their evening news where they have a few moments of silence while displaying the names and faces of those killed that day. (It’s a cheap display, of course, because only a few die each day. Imagine trying that during WWII. On D-Day alone, the 2500 American dead would have taken an hour and twenty-three minutes, at two seconds a life. Dare I say that would have been too great a sacrifice for the network in question?) But I fear that this talk of “sacrifice” is not meant to honor, but to belittle. See what these poor fools wasted their young lives on, instead of staying home and marching in anti-war demonstrations, or becoming journalists or politicians or leftist political science professors? Is it worth it? Shouldn’t we honor them by stopping the war and bringing their surviving brothers and sisters home? Just asking the question here, is all. Just stimulating thought. Just inviting conversation.

Just trying to render this sacrifice meaningless. Just trying to destroy the liberty we have to say these things, that these true citizens have fought and died for.

This ceremony is the real deal, an honest acknowledgment of the true worth of freedom, “the terrible duty of war”, paid by those who truly understand it.

This. Keep This In Mind.

Sunday, February 28th, 2010

Everyone’s been linking this, and for darn good reason.

There are forces out there that want you to destroy yourself, that tell you that you are worthless, that you are surplus to requirements, that the very Earth rejects your burden.

They are the same forces telling you that you hurt everyone around you, that you are too stupid and ignorant to run your own life, that they know better than you what you should want and how you should live.

They are the same forces telling you that you are too old, too fat, too fecund.

They are the same forces telling you that your life should be easy, simple, fun; and that if it’s not, you should just give up.

They are the same forces telling you to kill your babies in your womb, because you need to find a perfect mate, find a career, find yourself.

They lie.

This is the truth:

If you’ve been telling yourself that no one will miss you when you’re gone, you are wrong. Your suicide would tear a hole through the future, and nothing could ever fill the space where you used to be.

Read it all. Somewhere in there you will find your reason to defy those who tell you to lay down and die.

The worst thing? The very worst thing?

They are the ones telling you that they bring hope, and change, and help.

They lie.

They are evil.

“It’s Just News”

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

This is so spot-on, I kept feeling like I was watching something important. All the cues are there….


Includes the Most British Word Ever: “Dowdy”.

Via House of Eratosthenes.

PJTC: Whittle Kicks Butt; Klavan Plays Doctor

Saturday, December 5th, 2009

On PJTV, Andrew Klavan explains that you shouldn’t be prejudiced against that “Happy Spot” that showed up on your lung x-ray. See, VL, breast cancer isn’t the only good analogy….


Bill Whittle explains that he disagrees with many of President Obama’s decisions, but: he did the right thing by putting 30,000 troops into Afghanistan.

Then he explains what bone-headed traitors many of Obama’s supporters are, including Chris Matthews, Michael Moore, and especially and most spectacularly Keith Olberman.

If you enjoy watching evil being flayed alive, you will love this broadcast. An amazing invective tour de force.

Hollywood Doesn’t Know Its Own Message

Sunday, November 15th, 2009

Over at Big Hollywood, Leigh Scott writes about “The Hidden Truth Behind ‘V’”:

Scott Peters didn’t set out to make a show that exposed the dangers of hero worship and the insidiousness of fascist and statist societies. He didn’t want to compare the Obama administration and the Democrats to flesh eating reptiles.

But he did.

Peters simply imagined how, in today’s society, one group could control the masses. Replace religion with secular or scientific “hope.” Promise things that are impossible like free universal health care. Manipulate the media and force journalists to only portray the positives in order to protect their careers and their egos. Utilize the Internet through social networking and slick websites. Create a sense of “coolness” and “hipness” in order to woo the youth of the world.

All of these tactics are amoral, corrupt, shifty, and slimy. It’s not Peters’ fault that they would actually be used by an American politician.

The artist, the creative force that is Scott Peters, subconsciously knows that these tactics are wrong. He knows, deep down inside that the path of the Visitors, like all totalitarians, is similar to what Obama used to gain power. Behind the slick marketing campaign lies something else. Whether or not that “something else” in the real world is evil or just incompetent is yet to be seen.

It’s shocking that a major network would put out a high-profile show that seems to skewer this president and his lackeys. What is even more shocking is that the writer of the show, who nailed Obama’s marketing campaign right down to the key slogans and key policies, would dedicate his time and money to support something that his own inner voice discerned was wrong.

I have not seen V, nor will I be able to watch AMC’s remake of Patrick McGoohan’s classic surreal meditation on freedom, The Prisoner. (Although, depending on notices, I will get them both on DVD.) But Ian McKellen, the actor who portrays Number 2, seriously, seriously misses the point:

The liberal actor told Associated Press that his character embodies “the drawbacks of capitalism.”

“Capitalism offers you freedom, but far from giving people freedom, it enslaves them. That’s part of the show’s message,” McKellen said.

That’s a very different message from the 1960s original British television series which pitted individual rights and freedom against collectivism and state control.

I sincerely and devoutly hope that McKellan is every bit as confused about his show as Peters was.

There was a lot of 70s sillyness in McGoohan’s version, as I remember, but one thing there was not: at no time was there ever any doubt that Number 6 was imprisoned by a government, not a corporation. (nor, incidentally, was there any doubt about why Number 6 had been taken. The reviews and trailer for this version make it sound like Jim Caviezel’s six was just plucked at random.)

Nor is there any doubt about the intent of the original show:

Patrick McGoohan, creator and star of the TV series, once told New Video magazine about his alter-ego Number 6: ‘He shouldn’t have to answer to anyone. It’s entirely his prerogative, his God-given right as an individual, to proceed in any way he sees fit. That’s the whole point of it all.’

If what McKellan says is true, if the idea that “capitalism” is the root of all evil actually plays out in the show, then he has ruined something he does not understand, as if he tried to cast Romeo and Juliet as a warning against unprotected sex.


For a glance at what the alternative to capitalism has to offer, check out the excruciatingly poignant Lives of Others. For awhile, East Germany was a real life Village, and it was not quaint or well-scrubbed. The people were not pleasantly potty. The evil was right out in the open, and it touched people every single day, in ways large and small.

And far from capitalism, the evil was that most virulent form of the malignant fantasy of socialism, Communism.

It was no paradise, not for workers, not for actors, not even for the thugs who ran the place.

“$200 Haircuts on 88-cent Heads”

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

Mark Shea, one of many outside the mainstream pointing at the blatantly obvious truth the mainstream insists on not seeing:

One thing you can give our media Chattering Classes: They are utterly consistent. After Major Nidal Malik Hasan opened fire on a roomful of defenseless people in Fort Hood, it was absolutely assured that we would immediately be told that this outrage had nothing to do with his Islamic faith and that it was not an act of terror. Then, as time went on and the bleedin’ obvious became bleedin’ obvious, we would spend all weekend enduring TV pundits scratching the $200 haircuts on their 88-cent heads and pondering the question of whether there might be some remote connection between Islamic belief and a guy who praises Muslim suicide bombers as heroes and martyrs, sits under the teaching of a Radical Islamic imam who praises his act of slaughter as heroic, uses his authority as a psychiatrist to proselytize vulnerable patients with Islamic agitprop, and dresses in traditional Muslim garb and shouts “Allahu akbar!” as he guns down his prey.

It was a spectacular display of deliberate willed stupidity by a media culture that demonstrates repeatedly it does not want to acknowledge that Islam tends to breed such acts of terror with startling frequency. And it was predictable because it happens every time some Islamic butcher opens up on innocent victims in the name of the Prophet.

Well worth your time to read the whole thing.


Shea points at something in particular I’ve been trying to find; more evidence of Hollywood’s cravenness, in particular:

For 2012, Emmerich set his sites on destroying the some biggest landmarks around the world, from Rome to Rio. But there’s one place that Emmerich wanted to demolish but didn’t: the Kaaba, the cube-shaped structure located in the center of Mecca. It’s the focus of prayers and the site of the Hajj, the biggest, most important pilgrimage in Islam.

“Well, I wanted to do that, I have to admit,” the filmmaker told scifiwire.com. “But my co-writer Harald [Kloser] said, ‘I will not have a fatwa on my head because of a movie.’ And he was right.”

Emmerich went on: “We have to all, in the western world, think about this. You can actually let Christian symbols fall apart, but if you would do this with [an] Arab symbol, you would have … a fatwa, and that sounds a little bit like what the state of this world is. So it’s just something which I kind of didn’t [think] was [an] important element, anyway, in the film, so I kind of left it out.”

Traditionally, a fatwa has meant religious opinion by an Islamic scholar or imam. The term has gained currency in the West after Iran’s Ayatollah Khomeini issued a death sentence in the form of a fatwa against British author Salman Rushdie for alleged blasphemies in his book “The Satanic Verses” in 1989. As a result, the Indian-born writer was forced into hiding for most of the ’90s.

But noooo, we’re told to believe. “Jihad” just means “a peaceful inner struggle with one’s self”. We’re told, “religion of peace”. We’re told, “selective quotation of scriptures.”

NO. As I always say at this point:

There is no god, not even Allah, and Mohammed, may piss be upon him, was nobody’s prophet, but a child-molesting mass murderer.

And I say that simply because, so far, I can, but I’m beginning to fear the day is coming when I dare not say such things in public.

And when that day comes, you watch: I won’t be able to say that, but anyone will be able to piss on a statue of Christ, or daub the Virgin Mary with shit, and will get public funds to do it.