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lkmnpokinThe New Yorker has loved skewering Hillary Clinton over the years, and, dammit, we’ve loved the New Yorker for it. The March 30 cover, reducing the warlike presidential pretender to cellphone emoticon, is pure genius. However, can’t help noting they left out my favorite manifestation of her multiple persona disorder: Sgt. Rocki and Her Howlin’ Commandos.

Latest from Heronner is pop-up group “HRC Super Volunteers” (maybe like those Chinese Red Army “volunteers” that were so troublesome in the Korean War). They have gone all hate speech on our news industry – as chickenshit as it is bullshit. The Great Helmswoman’s new orders: Knock off calling Clinton “polarizing,” “calculating,” “disingenuous,” “insincere,” “ambitious,” “inevitable,” “entitled,” “over-confident,” “secretive,” “will do anything to win,” “represents the past,” and “out of touch.”

In other words, media CANNOT accurately describe Hillary Clinton. How convenient. Since our news business is as unfamiliar with truth as they are unconcerned about destroying small, struggling towns, this will be no problem, at all.

To make revolution, you must whip some eggs into hate merinque

It’s becoming as apparent that everyday honkies no longer respond to guilt-trip rigors of our stupidly corrupt media as it is that media is flailing into whole-hog meltdown over that cheery fact.

Remember Martese Johnson? He was the kid at the University of Virginia – classmate of coffee-table rapist Haven Monahan – who bumped his head in a velvet-rope beef outside a nightclub and has become our latest makeshift martyr.

However, of late he’s dropped off our media radar, or at least down its social-fever thermometer. Odd. Usually, a case like Johnson’s would hang around for weeks, stinkin’ up the place, allowing media’s prayer circle to pound us into tenderized round steak over all our past sins against po’ gentle giants dark of skin, pure of soul.

o;ihjoibkluibhluibGoogle News usually is as rancorous and prone to hyperventilation as any ethnic-bellyache studies department. But even that aggregator has been free of updates on the young man’s scratched forehead. Johnson’s bloody face in persecuted holler had been grab-shot avatar of racist police terror since he was “flung to the ground” by Virginia Department of Alcoholic Beverage Control agents; that was 10 days ago, as boozy St. Patrick’s Day wound to a close. In news cycles that followed, we thought we’d never hear another fucking thing except this kid’s tale of woe. Now… A big cool-down.

Every time news coughs up this story, or the Oklahoma Lynchin’ Bus, or any other contrived crucifixion lining Freedom Road, I hit the remote and punch up a hoarder show, or dog-fighting roundup, or anything other than the rotting narrative dumped down our throats 24/7. And I got to thinking: Has TV ratings technology advanced to the point where our viewing is tracked in the moment? Can they know what millions are watching, say, every minute of a newscast. It would be no surprise that I’m multiplied by millions when it comes to studiously avoiding Resentment Review.

Is media finally concluding that this bullshit is driving business away? That thunderbolt, of course, would prompt a sea-change in the way we behold our racial divide. …Since it sure as shit would 180 media’s warped presentation of it to a nation that’s long-ago seen through the dog and pony show.

Hallucinaton, sure, but… I can dream, can’t I?

‘Course, we’ll probably never know if the solar system is TRULY sun-centered

A couple of stories this week left me shocked, stunned and amazed – yet, of course, still racist. They’re actually good news. My faith in eventual triumph of justice isn’t so much restored as… fondly recalled.

It looks as if Italy’s Supreme Court finally has cut loose Amanda Knox from her ordeal in that country’s justice system. I’ve written a lot about this, and it’s good to see Italy’s high court finally determined that – garsh! – there is no evidence she was part of her roommate’s murder in 2007. Knox was victim of a prosecutor who simply didn’t like her – possibly for the same reasons our own media hates pretty white gentile women (the knives are ALWAYS out for targets like Taylor Swift). Rogue prosecutors - we know quite a bit about them, now, don’t we?

And Ellen Pao, Silicon Valley’s premier male-guilt capitialist, lost her lawsuit against her former employer. Everything about her PC gripe screamed “postmodern feminist extortion plot”, and a jury agreed.

The jury decided in favor of Kleiner on the four questions at hand: The firm didn’t fail to promote Pao because she’s a woman, that it did take reasonable steps to help her, that it did try to prevent discrimination, if any, and that the company didn’t retaliate against her for complaining.

DROPOUTThese cases, together with the now-collapsed UVa Haven Monahan lynch party, saw our media take the Narrative high road and call for severed heads of the various innocent – or phantom – miscreants. Perhaps defiantly, Rolling Stone still has up on its site the damning tale of “Monahan’s” depredation and impromptu remodel of rumpus-room furniture. And this, months after the entire consciousness-raising figment went to dump in the night. Police in Chapel Hill this week announced they couldn’t find a speck of evidence any rape or mishap of any magnitude happened to hapless – though apparently deranged – ‘Jackie’ that fateful busted coffee-table evening.

How will the media explain yet more Narrative Collapse? Easy. Type out ‘uva police rape case’ in Google News and scan the headlines. They never vary from ‘police could find no evidence’ (as opposed to, say, ‘hooted the case out of their file shelves’). Some are even more airy. Police “suspend investigation”. Or “unable to confirm” accusations. Or Washington Post’s use of the cops’ cop-out quotation: “Police: Lack of evidence of a UVa gang rape ‘doesn’t mean something terrible didn’t happen’”.

THE SHATTERED COFFEE-TABLE NARRATIVE LIVES!!!

Media’s favorite damage-control tack emerged last year with a book by a New York Times (naturally) figurehead casting doubt on innocence of the Duke lacrosse team wrongly accused of rape in 2006. No real evidence is cited in “Price of Silence” to counter the state attorney general’s finding that “no crime occurred”, or that prosecutor Mike Nifong pressed a case he knew was phony to net black votes in a tight re-election campaign. But the Times and the rest of our shitty media hung the team out to dry after an African American stripper accused them of rape. Rich white boys, po’ black woman – poof! – here came the Plantation Droit du Seigneur Saga that was sooo irresistible. How can the Newspaper of Record (however scratchy), mighty CNN, and all the rest of American Pravda be so wrong so often and still call themselves ‘journalists’? Something must be done to cover those embarrassing tracks to nowhere.

When inevitable combustion of sacred stereotype occurs, media now will fall back on “we’ll probably never know what REALLY happened” obfuscation. Our frail society’s addiction to conspiracy theory will do the rest – and fill in all the wrong blanks.

We as Americans – and Westerners, in general – may not be perfect, but we sure as shit deserve a better information industry.

Effort to keep buzzwords from slipping into hackneyed is unsustainable

One last thought for the TED conference this month (see below). We need new buzz words for the New Order, or at least its bureaucraticians. Hopefully, there will be brand-new jargon for worn-out favorites like sustainability, equality, liberation, non-discrimination and development. They do die off. Despite seeming possessed of Rushmore-like permanence, no one any longer mentions boxes of which to think outside. And ‘holistic’ is back with the hippies.

Let’s not forget threadbare “challenges and opportunities” – i.e., social-engineering fuck-ups and their pasted-together remedies. And, of course, exoplanet, black swan, legacy, crunching (anything crunchable or not), helicopter parenting, occupy (and Occupy), tsunami (other than apocalyptic ocean waves), and hacktivist.

- March 28, 2015, 11:50 PST

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Middling

TED always seemed to me an AA meeting for people drunk on The Latest.

“…Talks are not just directed at TEDsters in attendance but a far larger shadow audience that will one day view them online. The Vancouver Convention Center holds 1500 people, packed in the custom-built David Rockwell-designed theatre and lounging around in dozens of “simulcast” areas where talks are live-streamed. …(But) only live attendees (and 650 people attending the TEDActive remote viewing party at the Whistler ski resort) get the total immersion package, which includes over 30 hours of talks over four days. …Believe it or not, when adulterers say to their betrayed spouses It’s not about you, they’re telling the truth. Oh, and here’s a guy who landed a spaceship on an asteroid.” [Backchannel]

awrebnqaerAnd there’s the other thing about it. TED is a very definite, very public establishment of hierarchy. Those 650 who can afford to be those 650, or send their best representatives, are its elite. This will be aristocracy of whatever world is emerging right now. This will be a pecking order measured by capacity for inspiration, energy, and talent. It will be an ‘-ocracy’ of ideas.

But with all that high-powered meeting of the minds you’d think they’d already have come up with ideas – or at least formed groups to search for them – on how to save our disappearing middle class. That demographic is solely the one that traditionally has prevented this country from plunging into constant civil war and grand-scale bloodletting so much the hallmark of other countries. It isn’t our wealth or luxury items; it isn’t eating an abundance of food others harvest. Those things are relatively new. Our culture of convenience really only dates from the 1950s; my grandmother remembers washing laundry by hand. Not so long ago. But this vast, prosperous peace has lasted centuries. And that’s largely benefit of an enormous middle class.

The middle class is populated by dull people. Their priorities are, in order: family, selves, community. By ‘community’, I don’t mean aggrandizing aggregation or microcosmic self-interest group. No middle-class studies departments will be demanded from local academies; no liberation posses for left-handed gay amputees earning $50K-plus. Community means the guy next door who watches your house when you’re at Disney World – or squeezing into exoatmospheric fringes of TED conclaves, for that matter. It means the local strip mall you shop and attached garage where you vote.

Community isn’t even a voting district. We know our elected representatives are stuffed-shirt jackasses who think of themselves as our ‘leaders’ – as per has-been Speaker Nancy Pelosi. They take their orders from those same elites bathed in presumed media glory at public adoration fairs like TED, or Tri-Lateral Commission, or any one of a host of others. This is the way it’s always been, and we know our political ‘leaders’ are paid-off whores who do bidding of the rich and thereby, influential. Only fools believe ‘power’ is separate from and superior to money; there is no daylight between them and power only is delegated to whichever super-sized ego is next in line.

It’s slowly sinking in, though, that things have changed to this degree: Never have elites in charge been so openly, so irrationally contemptuous of us. Want to see hatred as particularized contagion, removed from even minimal humanity of reaction, from legitimacy as reciprocation for shit done to provoke it?

Read the New York Times.

Even if every quietly desperate soul trudging through, every prisoner of our corrupt credit-rating system, every third-mortgage carrier detects this animosity, there won’t be much hubbub. The middle class doesn’t like things getting ‘out of hand’. They don’t like a racket.

The middle class ignores the poor, true. Every society since there have been human societies ignores its poor. That will not change regardless how many utopias we try to establish, or utopian ideals we try to install.

But the poor benefit, as well, from the middle class; the vast wealth created by calm transfers of power from regime to regime has allowed that bounty. Such poverty is much less grinding than it is in other, more dog-eat-dog societies, which form most of the rest of the world. The poor have become, even, our number-one rhetorical concern. No one tires of telling the rest of us how important it is to help the poor, just in case we have no humanity and have to be pointed in the right direction. Elevating them from their ordeal is a hit-and-miss – and rare – process. No one knows how to end poverty ‘as group’, as condition. No country or even collections of them will, I think.

We buy quiescence of these downtrodden. …Just as Rome did with its tributes to restive tribes just beyond borders of its empire. This process tends to swell poverty’s population until the middle class can no longer afford such freeloaders. Withholding expected dole is defined as injustice by those who’d seize power. If their pipe dream is pretty enough, they can win allegiance of the chronically idle, the addicted and malcontent and guide the snoozy mob to upheaval. …Perhaps ever take control. These ‘revolutions’ always are co-opted by the most greedy and vicious, but also, and this is key, those who have the most money. And in the end, successful ‘grassroots’ rebellions never transfer power to their sod origins. The leech class is first on the ash heap.

This process never occurs where a middle class is functional and healthy. There was nothing all those rich young Jews could do to bring America to its knees in the ’60s. Truth is, that ‘revolution’ was cherry-picked for its fun stuff like sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll – the boring dogma ignored. Same with the Civil Rights movement’s descent to riot and chaos in those colorful times: Blacks burned down their already rundown neighborhoods while America’s super-prosperous middle class jetted to Majorca on their new jet planes.

Horrible? Would a real revolution – with tens of millions dead and cities in rubble – have been better? For who? And all those overseas wars… Did they benefit the middle class? Was that the population segment demanding them? No and no. Postwar prosperity occurred in spite of our foreign adventures, not because of them. We have our elites to thank for those casualties.

Maybe TED has no ideas for saving the middle class. Maybe attendees don’t think it important – the economic tier a mere passing social fancy. However, if our best and brightest don’t consider it important and worth saving, its disappearance is sealed.

- March 25, 2015, 14:30 PST