Klavan Hits The Elitist Nails On Their Oh So Beautiful Heads

A POTPOURRI OF SOCIAL SUPERIORITY

Why We Vote: "Do As I Say..."

It gives me no comfort that some of my best friends and closest relatives are political fundamentalists. No comfort at all. It does sadden me that their minds are made up on all things political. They are waving the pennants for their favorite team. Facts be damned.

In this election, we are not battling foes who see things differently. We are battling foes who see absolutely nothing. The legal term for this "willful blindness." Their minds are made up on everything so don't ask them to read a book or even view a short video. They would rather chant "Hope and Change" and launch ad hominem charges of racism against all who do not follow their leaders.

On November 2, I will vote. I don't hold unreasonable ideals or expectations but I will be voting against American Elitism. I use the term American Elitism to describe our own peculiar expression of this ism. Yes, I uncategorically object to elitism, the idea that experts are better at running our lives than we are. But whatever alse one can say about the merits of defaulting to the judgments of an enlightened hierarchy, the waters get muddied when we acknowledge that American Elitism is based on many things except merit.

I will vote against an elitism premised on deception. Philosopher kings and European aristocrats will not be on the menu. We get to either reject elitism in its ugliest, most dysfunctional, most destructive manifestation or we sign on as followers of the biggest hypocrites Planet Earth has ever produced. We are not just rejecting cult leaders, we are rejecting the worst cult leaders in history.


A CELEBRATION OF HYPOCRISY

Two Hotties Stating The Obvious

CHICKS!

The Best Political Analysis of The Ruling Class To Date

Or the best that I have seen anyway.

In the early 80's I came to the conclusion that the central power struggle in America was not left vs. right, liberal vs. conservative, Democrat vs. Republican. The central struggle is insider vs. outsider. We didn't have blogs in those days (it sucked) and my observations usually fell on deaf ears. So you will have to take my word that I was a latter day Nostradamus who saw a glimpse of our ugly future.

Please follow the link. As much as I despise Emmitt Terrier (for reasons I can expound upon some other time) I implore you to read the article. Angelo M. Codevilla has written a scathing critique of our overlords, our social superiors, our upper crust. He has torn the mask off the villain for all to see. Judge for yourselves, ladies and gentlemen. http://spectator.org/archives/2010/07/16/americas-ruling-class-and-the/print

A few quibbles. I disagree with the author's assertion that rustics have rejected Hollywood pop culture for Nashville/Branson culture. Firstly, the people who watch movies are not necessarily elitists or luftmenschen or dupes. I stopped watching movies partly for political reasons (although the rise of the remake was my larger grievance) but a lot of outsider/tea party/conservative types still patronize them. They are not as offended by propaganda as I seem to be.

Secondly, today's country music is not usually counter-culture (although there are some interesting artists in the alt-country category) nor is it egalitarian or anti-elitist. Country music died when rural areas became suburbs. Today's country artists are not the sons of sharecroppers or the daughers of coal miners. Today's country artist is a failed rocker who grew up listening to Led Zeppelin and making fun of George Jones (if he even knew who he was.)

I will also disagree that members of the military are more sympathetic to peasant than to patrician. Without trying real hard I can name off John McCain, Colin Powell, Wesley Clark, Barry McCaffrey, Scott Brown, Colonel David Hunt (who revealed on a Boston talk show that he voted for Obama) as warriors who support the premise of a ruling class. They might think that they could better lead the ruling class but they are in agreement that the unwashed masses need to be ordered about.

Mostly, I have to disagree with the author's statements regarding marriage and divorce. Divorce is like surgery. It should only be done as a last resort. It can be painful and bewildering. But it can literally (and I use that term LITERALLY) save your life. No-fault divorce offers the citizenry a small respite from priveleged-class rule. The option to exclude Kagan wannabes from one's mediations seems like a step in the right direction and one the author would support.

Quibbles aside, this article shines the spotlight on our "aristocracy of pull." Read it!

The Worst Day For America Since 9/11

The party of the elite won the day. The party of the smug triumphed. The party of the self-congratulatory were victorious today. Today, I am a loser but I am in good company. The American people lost today.

What has deceptively been called health care reform is a gross assault on private enterprise. Obama, Biden, Frank, Kucinich and countless numbers of unelected Democrats have all tipped their hands. They want to eliminate the private insurance industry.

Barack Hussein Obama is the most power-hungry president the country has ever seen. He has never met an industry he does not want to control. He is a megalomaniac's megalomaniac. This is Jim Jones leading his followers into Guyana.

Yes, you won the election, Mr. Obama. But we elected a president. Not an emperor. Not a dictator. Not a king. We hoped that you might be humbled by the Office but humility is not in your composition. Will the exalted be humbled? I sure hope so!

When all Else Fails, Play the Race Card.

Get used to it. Any criticism of Obama, NO MATTER HOW WELL JUSTIFIED,will be labled racism.

As always, Obama lets his proxies do the heavy lifting

Post-Obatamy Syndrome

I am the world's biggest loser. As a kid, Charlie Brown kicked sand in my face. If I had gone to high school with Gary Coleman, he would've taken my lunch money. I am a loser in business. I am a loser in love. I am a loser in life. It pains me too much to recite all of my losses, both because it makes me relive my pain and because it is an astoundingly exhaustive procedure to archive all of my myriad failures.

But I, the world's biggest loser, will go to my grave with one eternal satisfaction. I was not duped by Obama. I never fell for his smoke and mirrors and his cheesy stagecraft. I recognized that he was all form and no function. He was all shine and no shoe. He was all package and no product. If anyone thinks I'm too harsh on their deity, I defy them to present any presidential nominee in this country's history who had a thinner resume. Take your time. Go to Wikipedia. Get out the history books.

But of course the Obatamicized will not page through the history books or even scan Wikipedia, for that matter. Facts do not concern the Obatamicized. It is just a given that their deity is superior to mere mortals. True, there are Democratic partisans who recognize Obama for what he is but who will vote for literally anybody the blue team puts forth. They know Obama is a charlatan, but he is their charlatan.

At the core of the Obama movement lie the Obatamicized. The Obatamicized are not necessarily stupid, although that demographic is sufficiently represented. But the Obatamicized are decidedly anti-analytical, anti-rational, and anti-intellectual. They are deliberately ignorant and willfully blind to inconvenient truths. Or convenient truths for that matter. Or truth of any kind. Truth involves facts and facts are a buzz kill. Obatomies vote with the part of the brain that selects American Idol finalists. They are going to vote for the younger, taller, handsomer, deeper-voiced candidate. Change we need.

There are two qualities at work in the post-Obatamy brain: religion and cosmetics. It is hard to separate the two because theirs is is a religion based on cosmetics. Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what you can do in style. Above all else ask nothing about your candidate. Ask not about Ayers. Ask not about Dorhn. Ask not about Khalidi. Ask not about Fannie Mae, Franklin Raines and Jimmy Johnson. Ask not about ACORN or Philip Berg or Tony Rezko. Ask not about your candidate's shady and secretive campaign financing. Ask not about your candidate's achievements or even his proposals. Time spent in mental labor is time not spent savoring his greatness.

People are inherently religious but traditional religion is perceived as boring and irrelevant. Of course, religiosity has to be channeled somewhere. There has to be an outlet. If 80% of America still attended church on Sunday, would Obama have a prayer? Would we see lost souls in T.-shirts with Obama's face with “Hope” as its caption? Would we have stadia full of zombies chanting “Yes we can” and holding placards reading “Change We Need, ” clueless as to what might be in store for them should their deity convert the White House into his personal cathedral?

Would we encounter, as I have, the mesmerized Obatomy victims who cannot put into words the beatific? Ask him what he said and you get answers like “You just got to see it.” The content of the verbiage (yielding to the benefit of the doubt that content is present) cannot be separated from the speaker. The word and the flesh are one and the same.

We cannot overemphasize the Obatomy religiosity and it is a theme we will return to from time to time. For now, let us briefly consider the pitfalls of deifying a living entity. The old deities will not grow more foolish with the motion of time. Such cannot be stated about living deities. The sins and the gaffes will hit critical mass. The landslide of disillusionment will smother the pilgrims who have not already fled in terror. Eventually, Toto will tug on the curtain and you will be unable to ignore the man behind the curtain.

This writer was once a religious person in the extreme. This writer is not given to the modern practice of introspecting out loud. Thus, I will spare you my philosophical transformations. But my religious experience has left me with two permanent attributes. One, because I was a staunch believer, I tend to be respectful of other people's faith. Two, because I was exposed to religion at an early age, I was immunized against all things cultish. I can walk through the Valley of Scientologists and fear no evil.

Admittedly I am a bit less respectful of people who follow a living, breathing guru. I am less respectful still when the guru harbors political ambition. Religion, by its very nature involves the suspension of normal thought processes. Dogma does not always fare so well when it is pitted against the light of reason. But it does not matter much to secularists because religion usually involves the transcendent. I am content to sit out the celestial heaven versus heaven on Earth argument.

When traditional religion enters the mundane it is usually to decide which day of the week is the Sabbath or which foods and beverages can be consumed. I respectfully respect with maximum respect the suspension of the rational process in these decisions. But it is harder to be so respectful of the followers of a political guru. It is just too dangerous to suspend reason in political decisions.

What it took me a long time to realize is that religion performs a socially utilitarian function. It allowed for the suspension of reason at specific, designated times. Thus, people were less likely to suspend reason as a lifestyle choice. In my unscientific conversations with the Obatamicized, a pattern of willful ignorance emerged. Most of them had zero curiosity about Franklin Raines and Jim Johnson and the Fannie Mae/ DNC/ACORN nexus. I don't think any of them could identify Khalidi or Rezko or Philip Berg. When asked about Ayers and Dohrn they had a vague idea of who they were they answered with a uniform “that was a long time ago and he barely knew them.”

The Obatomy victims were unaware that their guru's campaign had donated $800,000 to ACORN. They had heard about voter fraud but dismissed it because Fox News had reported on it. They were apathetic about Obama's mysterious campaign contributions. My stamina was limited. We can argue about whether or not it is raining, but if one party adamantly refuses to look out the window, why continue the discussion?

Yes, I am the world's biggest loser but I but I have some inner peace. I never fell for the Obama hokum. I did not believe the hype. I was not duped. I did not turn off my mental faculties to better absorb his splendor. I did not bow down to my social superiors in Hollywood, in Silicon Valley, on Wall Street or inside the Beltway. I did not bow down to the masters of the media. Above all else, I did not fall victim to the stupid slogans and the empty rhetoric. For all of my feelings of inferiority I have never felt prouder to be who I am. In defeat I found victory. I never chanted the slogans. I never drank the Kool-Aid. I never received an Obatomy.