
Orson Bean once told Merv Griffin or Mike Douglas that he did not read the newspaper, nor follow current events.
"Reading a newspaper is like focusing on the hood ornament of your car while you're out driving in the country," Bean explained. "You miss the beauty of the world around you."
Watching the talking heads on Face the Nation and Meet the Press (John Edwards and Mike Hucakbee, though not sure which was on which), it dawned on me: American politics essentially is hood ornament-gazing.
I haven't "blogged" in almost two weeks as, frankly, following American politics and politicians disgusts me. Reading blogs one realizes that there actually is a disease called graphophilia, where someone becomes addicted to writing. Like "Thomas Wolfe" disease, that is, diarrhea of the pen, the political junkie infected with graphophilia writes on and on, day after day, until he (and its always a he) has created a mountain range of molehills, a range that in the junkie's own mind rivals the Rockies or the Andes, nay, the Himalayas. And they are still molehills.
The beauty contest that is the Presidential selection process essentially is about electing the Mole-in-Chief. Is it no wonder why the Presidency and American politics is such a tragicomedy? Tragic when seen up close, a comedy when one steps back, then a tragedy for the rest of the world that has to bear the brunt of the Mole-in-Chief's policies for four-to-eight years.
Look at the wallpaper in your room, or some object on the wall. Take your index finger and bring it very close to your thumb, and then bring it up to your eye If you are concentrating on a small detail on the wallpaper, suddenly, framed in such a way, it has assumed massive proportions. It has filled the "space" and psychologically, has become the "world" from this Point of View.
And it is false, just like the American Presidential election process is false.
We are focusing on personalities rather than issues. One can say we are focusing on the way a candidate, like Barack Obama, articulates the issues, but we would be wrong. We are focused on the way a candidate like Obama frames the issues, markets the issues, which is essentially thumping the tub for him or herself.
In a parliamentary system, the party picks the leader and the candidates who will run for a seat in Parliament. The voter focuses on the party and the issues, not on the personalities. One votes one's interest, as articulated by the party, not because John Edwards is better looking, in his WASPy button-down way, then Bill Richardson, whose face is a map of Mexico.
In a parliamentary system, a man like Richardson with his full resume (cabinet member, United Nations ambassador, governor) would be the head of a party. The press, and I mean the Boston Globe, not the National Enquirier, would not make up fantasies that Obama's world travels as a boy uniquely position himself as a diplomat (which he hasn't been -- this incidentally, is Obama's own fantasy that the Globe, seeking for a Rockefeller Republican, bought), ignoring the fact that Bill Richardson actually IS a diplomat.
This is insanity.
On the one hand, you have the real thing, an experienced man with executive and international experience, and he is ignored by a major American newspaper to tout the more marketable brand.
My father said that the essence of American life is that someone, sometime, is always trying to sell you a horse made out of horseshit, claiming its a real horse.
In the late 1960s, when the book The Selling of the Presidency came out, revealing how during the 1968 Presidential contest, the two candidates (Humphrey and Nixon) used Madison Ave. advertising firms who sold them with strategies used to flog dogfood and cigarettes, American pundits were outraged. Now, the talking heads on the boob tube hail Mitt Romneys religion speech, utterly devoid of substance, as a good "marketing move," a canny "advertisement for myself" from Mitt to evangelical Christians.
It's not the tail wagging the dog, it is a horseshit simulacrum of a horse being bridled and piss-tested and entered into the Kentucky Derby. It is baseball on steroids, which the sporting press was entirely conscious of us, and indeed, was part of the conspiracy to sell that conglomeration of horseshit to the sports fan, who is a dumb slob and could care less. Integrity is something for other people.
The United States, which has just endured seven years of a Mole-in-Chief who has utterly disgraced this country, is going to reap the rewards of the dragon's teeth it has sowed for the last generation.
"Reading a newspaper is like focusing on the hood ornament of your car while you're out driving in the country," Bean explained. "You miss the beauty of the world around you."
Watching the talking heads on Face the Nation and Meet the Press (John Edwards and Mike Hucakbee, though not sure which was on which), it dawned on me: American politics essentially is hood ornament-gazing.
I haven't "blogged" in almost two weeks as, frankly, following American politics and politicians disgusts me. Reading blogs one realizes that there actually is a disease called graphophilia, where someone becomes addicted to writing. Like "Thomas Wolfe" disease, that is, diarrhea of the pen, the political junkie infected with graphophilia writes on and on, day after day, until he (and its always a he) has created a mountain range of molehills, a range that in the junkie's own mind rivals the Rockies or the Andes, nay, the Himalayas. And they are still molehills.
The beauty contest that is the Presidential selection process essentially is about electing the Mole-in-Chief. Is it no wonder why the Presidency and American politics is such a tragicomedy? Tragic when seen up close, a comedy when one steps back, then a tragedy for the rest of the world that has to bear the brunt of the Mole-in-Chief's policies for four-to-eight years.
Look at the wallpaper in your room, or some object on the wall. Take your index finger and bring it very close to your thumb, and then bring it up to your eye If you are concentrating on a small detail on the wallpaper, suddenly, framed in such a way, it has assumed massive proportions. It has filled the "space" and psychologically, has become the "world" from this Point of View.
And it is false, just like the American Presidential election process is false.
We are focusing on personalities rather than issues. One can say we are focusing on the way a candidate, like Barack Obama, articulates the issues, but we would be wrong. We are focused on the way a candidate like Obama frames the issues, markets the issues, which is essentially thumping the tub for him or herself.
In a parliamentary system, the party picks the leader and the candidates who will run for a seat in Parliament. The voter focuses on the party and the issues, not on the personalities. One votes one's interest, as articulated by the party, not because John Edwards is better looking, in his WASPy button-down way, then Bill Richardson, whose face is a map of Mexico.
In a parliamentary system, a man like Richardson with his full resume (cabinet member, United Nations ambassador, governor) would be the head of a party. The press, and I mean the Boston Globe, not the National Enquirier, would not make up fantasies that Obama's world travels as a boy uniquely position himself as a diplomat (which he hasn't been -- this incidentally, is Obama's own fantasy that the Globe, seeking for a Rockefeller Republican, bought), ignoring the fact that Bill Richardson actually IS a diplomat.
This is insanity.
On the one hand, you have the real thing, an experienced man with executive and international experience, and he is ignored by a major American newspaper to tout the more marketable brand.
My father said that the essence of American life is that someone, sometime, is always trying to sell you a horse made out of horseshit, claiming its a real horse.
In the late 1960s, when the book The Selling of the Presidency came out, revealing how during the 1968 Presidential contest, the two candidates (Humphrey and Nixon) used Madison Ave. advertising firms who sold them with strategies used to flog dogfood and cigarettes, American pundits were outraged. Now, the talking heads on the boob tube hail Mitt Romneys religion speech, utterly devoid of substance, as a good "marketing move," a canny "advertisement for myself" from Mitt to evangelical Christians.
It's not the tail wagging the dog, it is a horseshit simulacrum of a horse being bridled and piss-tested and entered into the Kentucky Derby. It is baseball on steroids, which the sporting press was entirely conscious of us, and indeed, was part of the conspiracy to sell that conglomeration of horseshit to the sports fan, who is a dumb slob and could care less. Integrity is something for other people.
The United States, which has just endured seven years of a Mole-in-Chief who has utterly disgraced this country, is going to reap the rewards of the dragon's teeth it has sowed for the last generation.