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2019 as 1649

After coffee and before exercise, I spent a delightful ninety minutes yesterday morning and intermittently the rest of the day fighting rightist journalists, their minions, and sundry trolls on Twitter. I went after Erick Erickson, an unlettered windbag whose self-professed Christianity is unleavened by imagination and empathy — a redundant phrase, for empathy requires imagination. Infuriated by the New York Times’ 1619 Project, a prodigious journalistic feat about which amateur historians can argue in good faith; yet Erickson and his toadies, together with National Review editor Rich Lowry, questioned its very existence. Continue reading

The moral blindness of Andrew Sullivan

I once took Andrew Sullivan seriously. He inspired me to blog, may in fact have contributed significantly toward turning “blog” into a verb: an activity viable and necessary. Sometime in the early 2010s the compulsion shorted dendrites in his brain. He hates Donald Trump — so what, get in line. Because he defines himself as a moderate conservative, he writes columns at New York in which his resistance to the trans movement, reduction of substantive liberal theories about systemic racism to white-men-are-awful, and appeals to a fictional conservatism positing that Reagan and Thatcher would have gasped at the deformation of the modern GOP adduce his putative fair-mindedness. The tergiversation in his paragraphs — the ideological careening and habitual defensiveness — is an intenser ride than Space Mountain.

In the latest hodgepodge, Sullivan turns to the case of a woman who took to Twitter for help dealing with a teenaged son whom she suspects of flirting with white supremacist dreck online:

It reminds me of a fundamentalist mother stalking her son’s online porn habit. Doesn’t she realize that it is exactly this kind of pious, preachy indoctrination about “oppressive systems” that are actually turning some white kids into alt-right fanboys? To my mind, it’s a sign of psychological well-being that these boys are skeptical of their authority figures, that they don’t think their maleness is a problem, and that they enjoy taking the piss out of progressive pabulum. This is what healthy teenage boys do.

The problem? This is the tweet he chose to denounce. Guess why. It rhymes with “chiggered.” Yet a string of prefatory tweets present, shall we say, a larger view. The number of “subtly racist, sexist, homophobic, anti-Semitic jokes” to which her son is exposed terrify this woman. When shamed by authority figures, the young men’s response is to consume more garbage. Boys who grow up in moderate to progressive families are often the biggest offenders, she notes. “NOBODY seems to notice this happening — except, it seems, moms of teenage girls who see the bizarre harassment their daughters endure,” she writes. “And, of course, moms like me who stalk our sons’ social media.”

These points are lucidly phrased, the fear genuine. Yet for the sake of pillorying one of the right’s most loathed verbs, he brushes aside this mother’s worries, thus turning his case into a rake he steps on, continuously: he ignores her because she’s a woman, because he has no daughters; he ignores her because for Andrew Sullivan young men dabbling in puerile memes evinces their skepticism of authority figures. The anti-Semite and the online fag basher are as essential to shaping a healthy, pulchritudinous male imagination as Orwell and Montaigne. Enjoying quips at the expense of women is as harmless as fart jokes. Confront these teens, Sullivan warns, and risk — get this — further radicalizing them:

Subject young white boys to critical race and gender theory, tell them that women can have penises, that genetics are irrelevant in understanding human behavior, that borders are racist, or that men are inherently toxic, and you will get a bunch of Jordan Peterson fans by their 20s. Actually, scratch that future tense — they’re here and growing in number.

Save your complaints, readers. Piss off embryonic racists and you may turn them into full-bodied ones. We made our racist relatives into Trump voters. These conclusions rebound to the pecuniary interests of Andrew Sullivan: he can accept more cable TV talk show invitations to explain the subtleties of his, ah, unsullied fascination with majoritarian politics, then himself take to Twitter when critics attack him for holding the views he detailed in exquisite precision. We will never be rid of him.

The persistence of the McGovern myth

As 2020 and the Iowa caucus get closer, expect to see Rahm Emmanuel and Claire McCaskill types bemoan the leftward lurch of the Democratic Party. Expect allusions to George McGovern, whom the Democratic candidate establishment despises more than the GOP as an Eeyore, a symbol of failure as profound as the substitution of Swanson’s English Style Fish ‘n’ Chops for edible cuisine. Continue reading

The mystery of Pete Buttigieg

“With his air of decency and grab bag of gifted-and-talented party tricks, he doesn’t so much represent the will of the Democratic electorate but rather the aspirations of its educated elite, maybe especially those who see a shrinking market for their erudition,” Jay Caspian King writes in an appraisal of Pete Buttigieg, the mayor of South Point, Indiana beloved by the Morning Joe set. Continue reading

The politics of civility

Hours after her swearing-in as the new representative of Michigan’s 13th congressional district, Rashida Tlaib said the following to a crowd at a MoveOn event:

And when you’re son looks at you and says ‘mama, look you won, bullies don’t win.’ And I say ‘baby, they don’t’ because we’re gonna go in there and we’re gonna impeach the motherfucker.”

No sooner had these remarks gone viral that the Beltway pundit class’ brains oozed into their smoothies.  Continue reading