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Posted on 12/03/2005 3:27:01 PM PST by UnklGene
'We Arent the World' - The Democrats have a new theme song
A few months before the debut of National Review, the film White Christmas was released, in the course of which Danny Kaye and Bing Crosby find themselves sitting around a floundering Vermont inn wondering what they can do to save it. Kaye proposes bringing in some kind of novelty act.
Crosby: What do you think would be a novelty up here in Vermont? Kaye: Who knows? Maybe we could dig up a Democrat. Crosby: Theyd stone him.
A lot can change in fifty years and it would be a rash man whod bet on the political map of America in another half-century. Indeed, political representation is itself a lagging indicator. Vermont may now be Americas leading Canadian province, yet Patrick Leahy is still, technically, a Danny Kaye novelty: the only Green Mountain Democrat ever to be elected to the U.S. Senate and only the second Democrat Vermonters have ever sent to Washington.
That said, thumbing through National Reviews first issue, the 2005 reader will find many features of the landscape distressingly familiar: the warnings against the growth of government the dominant social feature of this century and the Social Engineers, who seek to adjust mankind to conform with scientific utopias. But these old battles dont seem quite as epic today as they did back in November 1955. To paraphrase Norma Desmond, the governments still big; its the big picture thats got small. The utopian progressivism of the Left is a shriveled parochial thing these days.
Half a century ago, Leahys Senate seat was held by George Aiken, a Republican and the soi-disant wise old owl famous for advising LBJ on Vietnam, Declare victory and go home. Todays Democratic line on Iraq seems to be: Declare defeat and come home to Vermont. Its not just that Vermont has been Democratized, but that the Democratic party has been Vermontified a process encapsulated in Howard Deans explanation to George Stephanopoulos as to why he left the church he was raised in and became a Congregationalist:
I had a big fight with a local Episcopal church about 25 years ago over the bike path.
He had a big fight over a bike path? Apparently so. I was fighting to have public access to the waterfront, and we were fighting very hard in the citizens group, he told Judy Woodruff. Fighting, fighting, fighting for a bike path. Deans church had strayed from the gently undulating and narrow. The road to hell is paved, whereas the shared-use trail to hell has attractive wood chips. And so Dean quit the Burlington Episcopalians and took up with the UCC. Just as the governor relived his profound doctrinal struggle over the bike path, he also professed himself utterly indifferent to the question of whether Osama bin Laden should be tried in a U.S. court or at the Hague. It doesnt make a lot of difference to me, he sighed, stifling his yawns, fighting vainly the old ennui.
War? What is it good for? The Dems cant even stay awake for it.
Perhaps all cultures have their Howard Deans. Perhaps there are governors of Peshawar who storm out of the Sword of the Infidel Slayer mosque over its refusal to declare a jihad on Jew bike trails. But, for all their talk about thinking globally and acting locally, todays Democrats have a huge problem focusing on the first half of that bumper sticker. In our current existential struggle, the debates on the way forward are between factions of the Right: the Bush Doctrine vs. realpolitik, with assertive nationalism coming somewhere in between. Proponents of all three worldviews are Republicans. The Democrats appear not to have a dog in this fight. The dog is on the Burlington bike path, where Democrats are busy drafting revisions to the new poopnscoop legislation.
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Governor Deans bike-tunnel vision is not an isolated phenomenon. Everywhere you turn Democrats are linking arms and singing their new all-star fundraising anthem, We Arent the World. John Kerry on the campaign trail: We shouldnt be opening firehouses in Baghdad and shutting them in New York City. Al Sharpton at Rosa Parkss funeral: . . . when you have a nation respond looking for weapons in Iraq that are not there but cant see a hurricane in Louisiana that is there.
I dont even understand that last one: We should wait till the WMD are in Louisiana where we can see em or at least the crater they left? You can still glimpse the remnants of the internationalist Left on their fading T-shirts Fidel, Che, Mao, Allende, the Sandinistas. And admittedly todays global celebrities are a tougher sell Saddam, Mullah Omar, Kim Jong-Il, miscellaneous clitorectomy enthusiasts in West Africa, etc. But even so, the Lefts retreat to Hicksville is impressive: The Western progressive has ideologically downsized and relocated to a remodeled farmhouse outside Montpelier.
Thats what David Brooks got wrong in Bobos in Paradise. He visited Burlington and other latte towns and concluded that they were relatively apolitical. What he took as the evidence of lack of politics bike paths, independent bookstores, skinny espressos is the politics, albeit a lo-fat version. The preTony Blair Labour party believed it needed to control the commanding heights of the economy. The pre-Gorbachev Communist party wanted to control the commanding heights of everything. But the big-picture Left collapsed in 1989, and for a Vermontified Democratic party small is the new big. Thats what Bill Clinton had in mind when he said the era of big government was over; instead, hed be ushering in the era of small government, lots and lots of it, all over the place, like a map of America repainted by Seurat and, when you add up all the little dots, you find out that small government works out far more expensive than big government. Thus, the Clinton legacy is all small print, starting with the federal toilet-tank legislation: Hes the first president to flush himself down the toilet of history.
You can understand why the Dems miss the Nineties. There was nary a word about war. Okay, youd get the odd million-man genocide in Rwanda, but you tended to hear about it afterwards, usually as a late-breaking item in the Clinton teary-apology act. Instead, it was an era of micro-politics, a regulation here, an entitlement there, a recycling program everywhere you looked. Venusian Americans assumed theyd entered an age of permanent post-Martian politics, and they resented 9/11 as an intrusion on their minimalism. When youre at an event for the anti-war movement, you realize its no such thing: Its an I-dont-want-to-have-to-hear-about-this-war movement.
Thats why they like to mock Bush, Cheney, Rummy & Co. as the real terrorists the ones determined to maintain America in a state of terror. Oddly enough, this was how the Left chose to live during the Cold War, when the no-nukes crowd expected Armageddon any minute: Fear of the phenomenon sold a gazillion posters, plays, books, films, and LPs with big scary mushroom clouds on the cover. When nuclear weapons were an elite club of five relatively sane world powers, progressive opinion was convinced the planet was about to go ka-boom and the handful of us who survived would be walking in a nuclear winter wonderland. Now anyone with a few thousand bucks and an unlisted Islamabad number in his Rolodex can get a nuke, and the Left is positively blasé.
If I had to do what the Democrats no longer seem willing to do and raise my sights from their narcissistic poseur politics to the big geopolitical picture, Id put the bike-path Left in the context of one of the most disastrous trends in the developed world. Today most of the West has elevated what one might call the secondary impulses of society government health care (which America is slouching toward), government paternity leave (which Britain recently introduced), government day care (which several Canadian provinces already have) over the primary ones: national defense, population growth, faith (in a higher power than government). If youre a secondary-impulse society like Canada and most Continental countries, it seems perfectly natural that the defense ministry is now somewhere an ambitious politician passes through on his way up to a job that really matters like health minister. America is not there yet (I doubt Don Rumsfeld would regard it as a promotion if he were moved to HHS) and Im optimistic enough to think it never will be. Secondary-impulse states can be very agreeable who wouldnt want the celebration of ones sexual appetites to become a key political priority? but theyre agreeable only for the generation or two that they last. And, as were about to see in demographically barren, economically sclerotic Europe, for good or ill its the primal impulses that count. The social-democratic agenda is a suicide cult, which is why the Continent will be well past semi-Islamified at the time of NRs hundredth birthday.
It doesnt even really work on a cute homey Vermonty scale: The Green Mountain States signature boutique business, Ben & Jerrys, is now part of the European multinational Unilever. Im a believer in a two-party system because in the end the integrity of the dominant party isnt served by the collapse of the only alternative, and I would love the Democratic party to get back in the game. But to do that theyve got to get off the bike path and back on the unlovely central thruway of geopolitical reality. As I said at the beginning, it would be a rash man whod bet on the contours of the political map in another fifty years. But lets be rash: Given blue-state demographics, the Democratic party faces a bleak future. If they remain mired in trivia, by 2055 even Vermont will have woken up sufficiently to have ceased electing Deans and Leahys and, on whatever will have replaced DVDs by then, that Danny Kaye White Christmas joke will once again make sense.
Crosby: What do you think would be a novelty up here in Vermont?
Kaye: Who knows? Maybe we could dig up a Democrat.
Crosby: Theyd stone him.
I love that movie! It's second only to 'It's a Wonderful Life'.
When nuclear weapons were an elite club of five relatively sane world powers, progressive opinion was convinced the planet was about to go ka-boom and the handful of us who survived would be walking in a nuclear winter wonderland. Now anyone with a few thousand bucks and an unlisted Islamabad number in his Rolodex can get a nuke, and the Left is positively blasé.
This guy is so on target--he should have been a bombadier.
soi-disant = so-called (so they say)
Mark Steyn, the very best of Canada.
We aren't the world
We aren't the children
We aren't the ones who make a brighter day
So let's stop giving.
Terminal denial does as it says.
It say things that have no resemblance to reality, like accusing our elected leaders of deliberate betrayal of public trust as if the whole world knows it to be fact.
Utterances of this type: "Bush, Cheney, Rummy & Co. as the real terrorists the ones determined to maintain America in a state of terror.-- with cocksure impunity ,oblivious to the truth that they have committed sedition and, very likely, treason in this time of war.
Cloaking all this criminal insanity in nostalgic drag and Norman Rockwell, all-American coziness does'nt wash. Your type is in league with enemies of freedom and the criminally insane, real world maniacs who seriously intend to murder all infidels for the sake of obliteration entirely.
So. Waltzing in in Fred Astaire and Henry Fonda mufti or other campy disguises fools no one.
Rest easy. You have front row seats at the next Nueremberg.
(Denny Crane: "I Don't Want To Socialize With A Pinko Liberal Democrat Commie.Say What You Like About Republicans. We Stick To Our Convictions. Even When We Know We're Dead Wrong.")
Steyn always figures it out before anyone else. There's always been this attitude on the left that there's nobility in self-indulgence. During Woodstock, the people acted like tearing down fences, doing drugs and having sex while listening to rock music was heroic. Later, they bought Tshirts and went to concerts and felt altruistic, because the profits were going to feed the hungry. He's framed the whole mindset perfectly.
The Democrats will be isolationists until the day they can look up into the sky and again say, "Hey, those are our planes now!"
Democrats care passionately - about whatever will get them good PR.
Nothing else matters. At all.
I needed that today, thanks for posting it. Mark Steyn is simply the best.