Instead of seeing Bill was cheating - and lying to everybody - Hillary Clinton sent liberals looking for "a vast rightwing conspiracy" all the way back in the 1998.
Van Jones found one in 2001 - and lost his White House job in 2008 over it - which didn't stop CNN from hiring him, though.
The Boondocks began in 2005 with the claim "9/11 was an inside job", as online reviewers - today - openly claim that's what we were "all" thinking.
"It’s not the racist person in the KKK that we have to worry about. It’s the white, liberal Hillary Clinton supporter walking her dog in Central Park."
I’ll keep this short. As I wrote this morning, writing for the Huffington Post has been one of the great joys of my life for the past few years and I’ve been proud to be associated with them.
But as a writer, this latest move by The Huffington Post of banning Andrew Breitbart from their front page (because of comments he made to a different website) is both unprecedented, arbitrary and deeply offensive to the intellectual openness that Arianna Huffington has purported to believe in.
Oh dear - he's catching on that Arianna's a liar - that can't be good.
I'm not sure how that works exactly - it goes, totally, against The Law of Quantum Failure (so far) - but, according to Lee, she's still going for the gold:
One very loathsome aspect of this story is something that Huffington Post editor Roy Sekoff told me in a long phone call about Andrew Breitbart several months ago. Roy knows and worked with Andrew and when the issue of Andrew Breitbart being a racist came up, Roy told me “No, of course Andrew isn’t a racist.”
Roy went on to say that while both he and Arianna Huffington knew that the charges of racism being hurled at Andrew weren’t true based on their years of personal dealings with him that they were in a ‘bad position’ to say anything about it.
Politics is a contact sport, but not defending someone you know personally and know the truth about is pretty poor conduct. To stand by and watch their reputation ruined and do nothing when all you have to do is say ‘I know him and that’s not true” is shameful.
Yeah, how hard is that? You know, to say and do the right thing?
Well, for anybody who knows Arianna's history,the right thing is exactly what she ain't gonna do:
Arianna is also friends with Van Jones so I’d apply the same standard there…and, in fact, Arianna HAS publically defended Van Jones at length. The problem is that defending Breitbart would be much less popular among her liberal friends then defending Jones.
Ahhh yes, and that, as they say in NewAge Gold DiggerLand, is all that truly matters,...
NewsBusters got all bent out of shape to hear Tavis Smiley say he "would take a bullet" for disgraced socialist, 9/11 truther, and former Obama administration "Environmental Czar" Van Jones:
"On his self-titled PBS show on Thursday night, Tavis Smiley declared his love for radical 9-11 truther/Obama adviser Van Jones: 'I believe in supporting friends and you know I love you, would do anything - would take a bullet for Van Jones.' He concluded the interview by oozing 'Van Jones is among the best our community has ever produced.'"
Now I know most people hearing the word "community" would think Smiley's talking about the black community, but most people don't know he's signed to Louise Hay's NewAge imprint, Hay House.
Why does that matter?
Because that connects him (along with the accused murderer, James Arthur Ray) to The Secret's crazy "Law of Attraction" crowd with Oprah.
As The New York Times' Mark Oppenheimer told us in his 2008 article on Hay, "The Queen of the New Age":
"Though you may not know it, you live in Louise Hay’s world. Are you a black man who thinks psychics are nonsense but reads the affirmations of Tavis Smiley? Hay House has a special imprint just for Smiley."
"You live in Louise Hay’s world." This is what frustrates me about journalism today, namely that there's so little investigation - beyond the obvious political dimension - a la the man who brought down Van Jones, Glenn Beck.
If there was, NewsBusters wouldn't be surprised by the insane things certain people say, because they'd know they're kooky NewAgers and would be able to categorize their statements accordingly.
Like, would Smiley's defense of Jones seem bizarre to NewsBusters if they knew Smiley's publisher also carries Montel Williams' favorite "psychic", Silvia Browne, and not only thinks the Jews brought the Holocaust down upon themselves but also that they "deserved what they got because of their behavior in past lives"?
I sincerely doubt it.
NewsBusters whines:
"Smiley attacked the Obama White House for not fighting the 'absolute lies' that sunk Jones – without ever bringing specifics."
But Oppenheimer made it very clear that "Hay House has a complicated relationship with,...what most of us would call truth." And, as TMR's friends at Scotteriolgy made clear, fudging on specifics is a trait of NewAge culture.
"I keep hearing that Glenn Beck is just a blowhard opinionist, contributing nothing but hot air. If that is true, why do we keep learning news from him? About Van Jones, about ACORN, about Anita Dunn . . . I mean, isn’t that the New York Times’s job? No? What a strange era we’re living in."
-- Jay Nordlinger, probably left out of the loop - this is the NewAge, not a NewEra - but still correctly identifying the details, for The National Review.
"This is the point: last November, the American people thought they were electing a 'post-partisan,' 'post-racial' President who would work to restore unity and self-confidence to the country. They woke up on November 5, however, to find that they had elected someone who was deeply ambivalent about America, who distrusted its founding principles of limited government, individual liberty, and local responsibility. Like his radical friends — Bill Ayers, Jeremiah Wright, Van Jones, Anita Dunn — Barack Obama wishes to transform the United States according to a model whose basic shape was supplied by the utopian schemes of the 1960s. That’s why Anita Dunn said that Mao was one of the thinkers she most often turned to for wisdom about big-think political problems. It’s not that she admires his penchant for industrial strength homicide: rather, she admires his success at fomenting an egalitarian revolution. It’s not what we bargained for when we elected Barack Obama. But that’s what we’ve got. The question is how much worse will things have to get before the penny drops, before the scales fall from the collective eyes of the electorate? When will voters begin that long countermarch through the institutions in order to take back the country? If not now, when?"
-- Roger Kimball, kinda calling for conservatives to *start something* - what that *something* might be, exactly, escapes most - but then, they're probably too busy posing as hardcore revolutionaries, to be reading anything from Pajamas Media.
So where were we? Oh yes, "beliefs", in a world that's here for the living.
Going through life like a gullible child, returning again and again to the trickster who snatches a coin from your ear, until you start bringing him (or her, he's increasingly a she) your own cash to see how it's done, only to find they don't return it. "Nuh uh", they say when you ask for it back, looking smug at having got you again - surprise! - so your dumb ass trundles off to find more, maybe bringing a friend along next time to go "Ooh".
But, unfortunately, the practical things can't make a deep enough impression in your head - at least, not enough to make it down to your thumbs anyway.
(I'm a two-finger typist myself. Duh.)
Today's great "artists" are pretty much all propagandists - how's that for a kick in the head? They promised us Burning Men and all we got is a bunch of old embers, smoldering with the extinguished flames of the '60s.
These fools can't provide beauty for all the money in the world, determined as they are to parade their ancient "ideas" - if you can call them that - cribbed from Lenin and Marx (or "marks"). It's gotten so bad, pretty soon, we'll be signing I.O.U.s with an "X" - which will stand for Malcolm, not you.
And I don't mean Malcolm Little either, but some other, scary black not-your-brother, who's still very-much alive - and living in run-down splendor right down the street - and who'll kick your ass, while laughing at you, for having the temerity to think getting what's yours back is the point. Shit, getting what's he can is the point, and now he's got yours, too. Fool. Your stupid ass wanted to "help".
Like I said, you're children, so you can't see the moves, because experienced hands are always a blur - usually headed in the direction of your pocket - while clinging tightly to what they've got and, much more, determined to keep it. If you're one of us, I think you'd better have a gun handy: you're gonna need it now. Sorry.
A lot of damage can be done in four years. Hell, it's been only 8 months since the knock-knocks danced in the street, celebrating their new (greatest? latest?) "messiah", and, already, the pillars of society are shaking like it's 9/11 all over again.
Sure, we got Van "Basketball" Jones but he ain't "The One", and who knows if you losers will tire of the game before the score becomes too lopsided? Shit, you already gave the "players" too many unearned free throws (but, thankfully, not a home court advantage) and anyone dumb enough to let that happen is bound to be a little demoralized.
Maybe even a lot.
Whatever.
Despite the cigarettes (or maybe because of 'em) I don't tire and part of my job as head cheer leader is to provide a beacon for new recruits whether anyone can see me or not.
Don't you worry: y'all rotate for now, I'll find more back-up.
I'm not looking for people mesmerized by flashing lights, but those who feel most comfortable in the dark, standing watch, waiting for the sunshine. And I mean real sunshine, not the promise of (Ah, see? Gotcha).
Our ancestors, too, risked losing the whole thing, but never who they were as Americans in the bargain.
Somehow, that didn't get passed down too well (your wannabe hippie parents were good to you but not good for you) so who got lost, stupidly trying to "find yourself", listening to charlatans leading you astray by pointing away from what works and telling you to "Be Here Now". And you did it! (Yes, that act of idiocy still startles me.) You big dummies, this ain't India, and you don't need to go to know. Crazy that is. I've already dropped acid: unless it don't (which is tragic) it lasts eight hours and you're back. Big deal.
And, having always preferred Stars and Stripes, I could never be a huge fan of paisley anyway - and, especially, not in my mind.
So what are you gonna do now, Woodstock Nation?
You convinced one black guy to wrap a rag around his head and destroy the Star Spangled Banner, and now you've got another one going for the meat.
I swear, you idiots did seem happiest when partying in mud of your own making.
"It's a free show!" you cry, when, truth be told, the (community) organizers merely get all the money they could carry and leave your silly asses there with the musicians who keep playing because A) it's a(nother) distraction and B) they feel sorry for you.
But don't you remember: they always arrive and leave by helicopter. Woodstock, anyone?
So where were we? Oh yes, "beliefs", in a world that's here for the living. You know, the folks who are so smart they'd never accept an invitation to a seminar about escaping society or being taught how to breathe.
Of course, you can't count yourselves amongst that group, my friends.
