THAT (that) wrote,

Dick Armey As Jacques Derrida

So what do I see in the CD bins at Dollar Tree? Volta, by Björk. This is a weird economy we got, where this strange splinter of Icelandic avant-garde brilliance winds up in a dollar bin between animated Bible stories and cheap Chinese spatulas. One song appears to be a collage of ship's horns. Beautiful stuff; I am deeply grateful for Björk.

And that's all I have to say that's good about America today. We are so fucked. The Republican strategy—find the fear and twist the knife—is working like an evil charm. Health care reform? Climate change mitigation? Financial regulation? Evil power grabs by the alien Washingon regime.

You've gotta hand it to 'em. Like Jimmy Reed, they may only play one lick but they play it so perfectly well that it works every time.

As one master of the form put it:

“The most brilliant propagandist technique will yield no success unless one fundamental principle is borne in mind constantly - it must confine itself to a few points and repeat them over and over.”

And another:

"All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.”

See, that's Obama's problen. He wants to talk about complexity. And we do not want to fucking hear it.

The special twist the GOP has added is to make the domestic political opposition stand in for the external enemy. More than that, they make government itself into the alien/enemy. The fact that they can demonize the apparatus of government itself in the service of their quest to control it is the best argument for postmodernism I've heard. Jacques Derrida picking apart Nietzsche? Piddly French quibbling. A modern American political juggernaut attacking the office to which it aspires? There's your Death Of Meaning.

Or, as Björk puts it: Declare independence. Don't let them do that to you.

But Björk is just some quirky musician in the cut-out bins. She's got 1/1000th the megaphone of raging assholes like Rush Limbaugh and Dick Armey. Theirs are the voices that define our age. And what do those voices have to say? I think it can be summed up in three words: Mine Mine Mine.
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