Hospice Produces a Miracle.
One of the services Duke Hospice provides is a volunteer who will come and visit with the patient at a regular time once a week so the caregiver can go out for a couple of hours. Volunteers can of course provide no care (beyond, say, bringing the person a glass of water), but they provide companionship for one and a bit of short-range respite for the other, with a cellphone connection available in case a need arises during that time that is out of the volunteer’s bailiwick.
Because I was on deadline when the initial appointment was made by the volunteer coordinator, who was going to come with the volunteer on a first get-acquainted visit, I had no clue when or whether they were coming. And I wondered whom they would match up with J. I imagined a kindhearted local to whom he would be quite exotic. Whether the volunteer would be able to engage J and be comfortable with him was going to be an unpredictable matter of personality; that they might have much in common seemed unlikely. (Did I mention that when I was in Chicago I visited the senior residence we’re on the waiting list for, and it was full of Russians?! It seems one of them worked on the construction crew and got himself and a bunch of his friends onto the very first list. There are signs in Russian in the elevators! I figured J would be in clover with that — it isn’t really so strange that he loves Russians, as long as they aren’t shooting at him — but we must still be at least two years down the list; and even our close friends there are now urging us to stay here if we can stay in the hospice program.) The volunteer coordinator had mentioned that they were considering a volunteer named Axel, and that gave me a faint hope that he might be able to speak German with J, who has a young cousin in Cologne named Axel.
The knock on the door today caught me completely unprepared. In came a tiny little woman and a tall, lanky man with keen eyes and gray hair. This was Axel, and within 30 seconds I had discovered that he does indeed speak German, but is not German, but Swedish.
Long story short, Axel (while obviously in great shape) is about to turn 80; J is 81. Axel is married to a woman 18 years younger (the exact age difference between J and me) who was born in Illinois (albeit on a large farm). Axel is an engineer who has lived in many countries, speaks several languages, and has four children scattered around the United States and 14 grandchildren scattered all around the world. He has written a book about his life for them, which he will exchange for J’s book on his next visit. He is intellectually curious, blunt, brave, and warm. (He says most Americans call him “Alex,” but he knows about both the rare Americans who share his name: Eddie Murphy’s Beverly Hills Cop character Axel Foley, and Axl Rose. How many 80-year-olds can name Axl Rose?) He lives ten minutes away.
In other words, they could be friends. Hell, for that matter, maybe his wife and I could be friends.
The coincidences were so uncanny that it kinda made you feel taken care of on several levels, visible and invisible.
After they left the “bath ladies” came and duded J up and dressed him, leaving him on the bed at my request so he’d be rested to go to the dojo. When the time came to go, all I had to do was get him up and put him in the wheelchair with the Hoyer lift, instead of an hour and a half’s worth of everything.
Just amazing.
(Our nurse who’d ordered up the air mattress, meanwhile, wasn’t nearly as horrified by the cat holes as I was — although she did say it was a first in her experience. Really? Don’t everybody’s cats sleep in their bed??)
A Voice of Sanity in the Wilderness
Paul Volcker has always stood out, not only because he’s so tall, but because he is so disinterested, in the original meaning of the word. He has never seemed a political animal, and therefore his mind rings like a good bell in the murk.
Evidently he’s no longer considered a playa, and so his testimony this morning in front of the House Financial Services Committee was carried only on the House website, with terrible sound. None of the cable networks carried it, excerpted it, or even mentioned it, according to Icepick, who was looking for it. People are having much too good a time perpetuating their delusions and addictions.
However, Calculated Risk printed some excerpts, and linked to Volcker’s whole prepared statement (PDF). Just a taste:
Now the financial pressures have eased and there are signs of renewed economic growth. There are some on “Wall Street” who would like to return to ”business as usual”. After all, for a time, and for some that system was enormously remunerative. However, it placed at risk not only the American economy, but also large parts of the world economy. […]
However well justified in terms of dealing with the extreme threats to the financial system in the midst of crisis, the emergency actions of the Federal Reserve, the Treasury, and ultimately the Congress to protect the viability of particular institutions – their bond holders and to some extent even their stockholders – have inevitably left an indelible mark on attitudes and behavior patterns of market participants. […]
Will not the pattern of protection for the largest banks and their holding companies tend to encourage greater risk-taking, including active participation in volatile capital markets, especially when compensation practices so greatly reward short-term success? […]
The obvious danger is that with the passage of time, risk-taking will be encouraged and efforts at prudential restraint will be resisted. Ultimately, the possibility of further crises – even greater crises – will increase.
Don’t just listen to the content, listen to the tone: deliberate, thoughtful, unexaggerating, unhysterical. You won’t hear its like again anytime soon, possibly not in your lifetime, possibly not in the rest of our civilization’s life cycle as it it founders and is rent by the eager teeth of barbarism within and without. This is an aspect of civilization that is on its way out.
Report from the Home Front
So, we’ve had one week of the benign home invasion called hospice.
When pitched into a new space I tend to clam up. It’s as if there’s been a Cubist rejuggling of the anatomy and I can’t find my mouth. Maybe it’s where my left elbow used to be? Give me some time, my voice will find a new way out.
Probably it’s only a flurry at the beginning. It’s like being rushed by a sorority, a special sorority for the moribund. (A morority? Being rushed by an eternity?) For a while, we had visits and phone calls every day: a nurse, a social worker, a chaplain, certified nurse assistants, deliveries of free medication. I was dazed.
It was wonderful, wonderful to have help and to have the isolation breached and the need acknowledged, to have a tough, cheerful nurse to frankly discuss J’s swollen ankles and occasionally labored breathing with, and two strong ladies to wash and turn him three times a week — I walk right out of the room! If he has a complaint he can take it up with them! I had thought I might collapse with deferred exhaustion; instead, I had a ferocious surge of energy. You’ve never seen anyone rejoin the human race so fast. My organism seems to have become wonderfully opportunistic. Give me an inch and I’ll take Manhattan. (I wish.) I’m pleased to discover how much resilience is left, but a little bit afraid that the speed of my rebound makes it look as if I didn’t need the help as much as I did.
Of course, the price of the help has been a tacit and awkward redefinition of J as a (broadly speaking) terminal patient, a category that he (who has been down for the count so many times) doesn’t fit into too well. He’s more like a cat on his eighth life, a recidivist of it-ain’t-over-till-it’s-over. Part of being in hospice is accepting and acknowledging, almost catechistically, that this is end-of-life care. Otherwise the expense of caring for you so intensively couldn’t be justified, and it’s why I suspect we’ll eventually get kicked off (at least for a while). When you enter any system, there are necessarily procedures and parameters and categories and definitions that have to be somewhat prêt-à-porter, though in the case of hospice it is a generous garment and alterations are included. It’s not a Procrustean deathbed. But it is not quite the same as sewing or growing your own death in your own sweet time.
I hasten to add that it’s worth it. What’s hard to know is how much to resist playing the roles. Resist too much and not only are you officially in denial, but worse, your performance may convince others that you’re just fine — or too proud a jackass to admit you’re not. Resist too little and you hand over your treasured, ornery uniqueness and independence. There’ve been times this week when I found myself at loose ends, just waiting around for someone to come take care of us — not an option before. The ladies were coming to wash J, change the bed, and get him up, so I didn’t. Or I couldn’t wait for them to so I did, thus rendering their work semi-superfluous. It’s a puzzlement.
Today everything fell apart in a good way. First of all, the volunteers who had pledged to come and meet us — being in mid-deadline I didn’t write it down, so I wasn’t sure if it was Friday or yesterday — never showed and never called. Then today a deliveryman called up and said he was on his way over with a special, constantly changing, bedsore-preventive air mattress and pump that the nurse had ordered. I hadn’t known it was coming so fast and hadn’t had time to think about it or prepare, to buy mattress covers, etc. He was arriving in half an hour. The bath ladies were supposed to come, but I hadn’t heard from them and didn’t know when. The deliveryman was primed to explain and install the mattress. I had no choice but to go into action and get J washed and dressed, as in days of yore (and, of course, 4 days a week still). He was having a good day; he was able to stand up from the edge of the bed, leaning on the walker and with a mighty boost from me kneeling on the bed behind him, long enough to get his pants pulled up. (Ow! This is how I got rotator cuff tendinitis in the first place.) By that time the deliveryman had arrived, and I was pleasantly aware of having someone to display heroics for.
Once he was up there was still no sign of the wash ladies. The honeymoon appeared to be over — and some part of me was going, “This is more like it.” I called Duke Hospice and left them a message that they didn’t have to come today. Then we ate a lot of fish eggs. Then he wanted to rest before going to the swimming pool, so I covered the air mattress with a blanket to protect it from the cats, who were showing a worrisome interest in it, and Hoyer-lifted him back onto the bed. We both fell asleep. I woke to a gentle, steady hissing sound. Sure enough: the cats had poked a couple of holes in the fancy therapeutic air mattress and were now riveted by the sound of air escaping. I felt like an idiot — I should have known this was inevitable and sent the damn thing away, or told the deliveryman to stash it in the back room till I could figure out a way to protect it. Now we’d probably be liable for it. All the while, I was being peppered with last-minute copyediting questions and PDFs of nearly-final articles to proofread for work.
I got enough of that done so we could go to the pool, and then we came back and had supper, just the two of us. J tried to put sour cream on his ice cream. It was the first day that’s felt normal to me since hospice began.
Lucy and Me
My niece Rachel, when she was little, dubbed me Ant Ant.
So now Lucy has kicked me upstairs: I’m Great Ant Ant!
(That solid, reassuring wall of father on the left is Lucy’s dad, Matt.)
War of Lies
Many conservatives adore Joe Wilson for shouting “You lie!” at President Obama, but some — some of the same ones — have no qualms about using untruth and distortion themselves as a weapon in what they see as an all-out war.
When a conservative (David Frum) points out that another conservative (Glenn Beck) has deployed an untruth, a third conservative (David Horowitz) defends the tactic. In Frum’s account:
Horowitz agrees that Beck’s attack on Sunstein was false. Yet that falsehood does not worry Horowitz. The country is “under assault.” (As the broadcaster Mark Levin has said, President Obama is “literally at war” with the American people.) In a war, truth must yield to the imperatives of victory. Any conservative qualms about the untruth of Beck’s defamation of Sunstein amounts to “appeasement” – an appeasement that will end with the left decapitating the right. [Frum then editorializes sardonically:] This is the language and logic of Leninism. There is no truth or falsehood comrades, there is only service to the revolution or betrayal of the revolution.
How can you justify using the same tactics you decry in your opponent? It’s simple: “We’re right and they’re wrong!” “The end justifies the means!”
But that’s what both sides are saying. That’s what both sides believe.
I don’t want either one governing me!!
Man, if I were one of our enemies, I’d be rubbing my hands together exultantly to see so many Americans indulging in the lethal luxury of a soccer-hooligan-level war with each other.
Worrying Race Like an Old Bone
The discussion between me and my bro continues, although I don’t know that either one of us is saying anything new or different, prompted by MoDo’s column and James Pinkerton’s response to it.
David:
See, I think there’s a difference between shouting “racism” — which I agree these days is little more than just a sharp object to throw under the tires of your opponent — and realizing what it is and actually, quietly doing something about it.
There’s a difference between pointing at someone who’s intolerant and shouting Bigot!, and recognizing what you’re up against and either negotiating with it or (preferably) kicking its fucking ass.
There’s a huge problem, which I identified (a couple of days before Dowd): there’s a significant minority in this country that may just be too uncomfortable with a black man in the White House. You don’t shake your head and tsk-tsk at that, but you do have to either proceed carefully in tacking huge, ambitious projects with a narrow majority, or you have to kick ass and take names. Obama has vacillated somewhere in the middle, which I think has emboldened conspiracy theorists and wingnuts who now see themselves as the base of the Republican Party.
I think Obama missed a golden opportunity to kick ass, right then and there. He looked almost as shocked as Pelosi behind him did (I loved how Biden just looked down and shook his head in disgust).
I wish he’d looked at Wilson and said, “No, Congressman, I’m not lying. I’m telling the truth. And later in the speech I’m going to talk about ways to approach this significant issue without losing sight of the civility needed to reach a positive solution. I hope you’ll pay special attention to that portion of my talk.”
Or something like that. Call the bastard out! Be the velvet hammer! Then come out swinging in the aftermath of the talk.
Because if you don’t, you lend credence to people who cloak fear of The Other in all kinds of other goofy shit.
The only reason that discussion of racism would be useful would be to call the collective bluff of people who think a black man in the White House must be sinister. Go after their bullshit and compel them to – er – call a spade a spade.
Me:
Heh heh.
What’s really upsetting me is that it’s interfering after all, with his ability to function as President. Others can refuse to deal with him because of it, and he can take cover and be failure-proof behind it. In my opinion, it was a huge mistake (and pure Chicago-style politics: whatever might give you a hold over your opponent) to ever use it, even by implication, to discredit opposition to the health plan. The health plan is scary to conservatives ALL BY ITSELF and would be equally so with a white big-government-friendly liberal pushing it. Implying with a broad brush that racism is behind the opposition (which a lot of Obama’s supporters are resorting to, even if he isn’t) drags race into the foreground instead of giving it a withering look and banishing it to the background where it belongs. Frankly, I don’t give a shit whether, what, as much as 20% of the country can’t stand having a black man in the white house (sexual implication intended), as long as the Secret Service keeps them and their guns far away from him. He should be ignoring them, writing them off as hopeless dinosaurs, and having an honest discussion (as he keeps claiming he’s having) with the people who have an honest disagreement with him. But he is a Democratic machine politician, beholden to a base that wants a public option badly enough to force it on the near-half of the country that doesn’t. Race aside, his mandate isn’t big enough for that and he’s going to have to compromise, or else things are going to get even worse than they already are.
It’s the failure to recognize the legitimate (even if you think it’s misguided) opposition to the health plan per se — in the belief that it is NOT gonna be deficit-neutral, for starters, no way — that I find dishonest and politics as usual. Racists should be IGNORED, not used as human shields. All this talk of race is a DISTRACTION from that and those who treat it as anything else are guilty of helping to inflame it. I even think the convenience of that could be one reason the backroom boys and girls of the Democratic party decided to elect him.
David:
Or, it could be repeatedly used as a smokescreen by far-right Republicans (or Whatevers) behind which to hide a determination to make him fail at the good he could really do — not because he’s black, but because he’s a Democrat.
I really do think in a weird way that the invocation of race as an issue is something that the right is encouraging, because they see it as drawing the scared to their side — regardless of how kooky the scared may be. After all, what does it matter who’s on your side, as long as there’s more of you than there are of them?
There’s nothing more cynical than a machine politician. Problem is, machines come in all colors. I don’t think Republicans are focused on the evils of a public option — where were they over most of the past quarter century, as this problem was getting worse and worse? W’s prescription benefit was the only attention health care really got from Republicans — until now. That they missed their chance to craft reform without a public option — especially after the 2002 mid-term elections — and to create a new era of fiscal responsibility, has now caused them to want to undermine, at all costs, the only, or best, hope we’ve had at some kind of reform, in our lifetime.
Now it’s not gonna happen — not in any meaningful way. And if it’s not meaningful, it means it won’t keep the problem from getting worse.
But of course, if it gets worse on a Democrat’s watch, that’s OK.
Me:
This is why the people in what’s so often called, with contempt, by both sides, “the mushy middle” should not be written off. They’re the only ones who care more about getting something done that everyone can live with than about beating the other side.
I Don’t Want To
. . . write, talk, think, or watch TV about September 11, 2001.
Having been there, it’s in me like a permanent piece of shrapnel. I startle when someone matter-of-factly states today’s date.
I still turn on the news every morning with a subliminal apprehension that something horrific has happened to New York City.
There were concentric circles of trauma on that day and I was pretty far from the bull’s-eye (though not as far, living below 14th street, as someone who lived up in the 90s). Unlike those who lost someone that day, on the one hand, and those for whom it was only a media event, on the other — still trying to make it real to themselves — I have the luxury of not writing, talking, thinking, or watching today, any more than this.
I’m In Shock.
It seems as if, just like that, J has been accepted into Duke Hospice.
It was recommended to me to have him evaluated for it, and his doctor was willing to refer him, largely for my sake. The common perception of hospice is that it’s for the terminally ill with less than six months to live, but that’s no longer strictly accurate. Having an incurable, chronic, progressive (even slowly progressive) illness that admits of only palliative care can be enough, though they reevaluate you every six months. I thought that J’s relative alertness and general health might disqualify him, but his degree of helplessness, incontinence, and dementia may have overridden that. The nurse who came to evaluate him seems to have assumed from the get-go that he was in. (Seems. I’ll let you know if they change their minds. But it doesn’t look like it.)
This may mean that someone will come to bathe him and change the bed as many as five times a week. It means that we will no longer have to pay even copays for covered medications. (Screen Actors Guild’s health plan drug program has been providing them, already a great break; but in hospice, Medicare covers them 100%.) When the intake nurse went out to her car and brought in three bags of bed pads and adult diapers, and said “You won’t have to buy these any more,” I thought I had died and gone to heaven. If I don’t have to buy those, I can hire someone to take care of him once a week so I can go out.
It means that if he gets agitated in the middle of the night, as he occasionally does — demanding to go outside and see if I haven’t been lying and he isn’t actually in Greenwich Village — I’ll have someone to call for advice, and an emergency supply of anti-anxiety meds in the house. (You know me, the anti-drug — but hey.)
They have a small respite facility, which means that if I ever need or want to get away for five days — for medical, family, or burnout reasons — and there’s a bed open, he could stay there and be cared for around the clock.
For a compulsively self-reliant, stoical type like me, the prospect of having these kinds of help is about as believable as being teleported to Oz by a tornado. I won’t believe it for a while. Then I’ll feel guilty for adding to the deficit. And then I’ll get the bends.
Race: Danger or Distraction? Bomb or Bomb Scare? [UPDATED AGAIN]
Tonight on MSNBC I heard a parade of Democrats, including Ron Reagan, saying solemnly that they thought Joe Wilson’s “outburst” last night was about race, that such incivility would not have been directed at a white President. (Bush II was booed in the same chamber.) I had to turn it off. I blew my stack on Twitter, because it seemed to me they had all received their talking points and were setting up a story line in which opposition to Obama’s health care plan could only be motivated by racism. Makes me nuts.
(UPDATE II, Sunday the 13th: James Pinkerton nails Maureen Dowd doing her duty for the cause: “Some people just can’t believe a black man is president and will never accept it.” Pinkerton comments:
The cultural elites can’t have it both ways: They can’t simultaneously trash the middle class–labeling reasonable skepticism of Obamacare as “racism”–and then expect that same middle class to simply take the elites’ word for it that Obamacare is a good idea.
And I agree with Pinkerton’s terse prognosis: “bad politics. It’s not going to work.”)
This led to a fascinating conversation with my brother David (True Ancestor), that I’m reproducing here, starting with Twitter. (Still can’t bring myself to say “my tweets.” I’d prefer a George Carlinesque “brain farts.”)
Sometimes I wonder if Obama was elected largely because his race is such a convenient way of ending an argument and silencing debate.
Tremendous barrage of “it’s race, it’s race” on the Left’s pet channel MSNBC today. A concerted campaign–this is how they plan to pass HC??
To get back to the subject of liberal Dems browbeating on “race” theme–I am disgusted beyond measure. This is exact flip side of Birtherism
My own bro falls for & perpetuates the “it’s race” meme re: Joe Wilson http://tinyurl.com/ljsvnt I bet a very liberal white prez wd get same
Here my bro’s so right tho: “I see signs all around me that people are pissed off and paranoid, self-righteous and self-absorbed.”
Please pause here and read David’s post. It’s a very good and very thoughtful expression of the alarm that is the theme that has sincerely gripped many liberals (and David, as you can see, is no ultraliberal), just as alarm at loss of freedom to an overweening State is the theme that has sincerely gripped many conservatives.
I would have been astonished no matter who called the President a liar, and no matter who the president happened to be. But because Barack Obama is an African American man, in a room populated mostly by white men, it seemed to me that a little bit of mob mentality spilled over the decorous bounds inside of which presidential speeches have always been safely held. The fact that Joe Wilson hails from South Carolina added to the chill in my blood.
I don’t consider rough politics out of bounds. I don’t consider Barack Obama beyond reproach. I don’t consider all Republicans bad people (I vote for them sometimes). But moments like this disturb me deeply. It makes me wonder anew whether the animus against Barack Obama is heightened because many cannot stomach the thought of a black man being president.
I commented:
On the other hand, Obama’s race is very convenient for Democrats. No one can criticize his policies without being suspected/accused of racism. (I’m not suggesting that Joe Wilson’s incivility was legitimate criticism. I doubt it was a spontaneous outburst either. More likely it was a bid to be on the 2012 ticket.) That’s THE big theme on MSNBC today (as much a propaganda organ of the L as Fox is of the R). That so sucks — it’s one of the tactics that makes people feel like something’s being put over on them by trickery, thus aggravating the paranoia.
A lot of conservs on Twitter, and NOT crazies, are saying Wilson shouldn’t have apologized (in their wishful fantasies at least), because they believe the president WAS “lying” (illegal immigrants WILL be covered de facto because there’s no test) and somebody had to say it. These people are in a sincere (if well-fanned) panic about “statism,” and I think THAT has zero to do with Obama’s race.
David responded:
First of all, saying that Obama’s race is convenient for Democrats takes nothing away from the very real peril of racism, and the very real possibility that it may be playing a role in the way Obama is confronted, and the way he was confronted last night.
Furthermore, all leadership, in all eras, in all countries throughout time, have sought to take advantage of the convenient. That this is no different doesn’t make it less real or any less ominous. To merely view it cynically is to deny that racism occludes sensible judgment of Obama — judgment that could help mount a more effective opposition, that could lead to better legislation, and that could do less damage to the perception and the effectiveness of leadership in Washington. Racism is a flame that can be fanned. Last night, I felt the heat. Like a fever, it was a heat that chilled.
My concern was not aroused by any talking head on any network with an ulterior motive or an agenda; it arose as I watched the event unfold in real time, unadorned by commentary. Not only that, in what little commentary I watched afterwards (a bunch of talking heads on CNN, followed by Larry King’s interview of John McCain), the issue of race was never brought up.
Second, the non-crazy conservatives to whom you refer believe the president was lying; I believe they are wrong. There are reasonable interpretations on both sides, pointing to the fact that weaknesses in the legislation could allow illegal immigrants to be insured. Most of the CNN panelists I saw, and stuff I’ve read today, said they felt that could and likely would be addressed in upcoming negotiations. Whether or not Obama was lying does not make what Wilson did OK, any more than yelling invective at Bush, Bush II or Reagan at a similar (or any) occasion would have been OK.
If “somebody had to say it,” that somebody could have done much more good for their cause by saying so in a more intelligent way at a more propitious time. I don’t mind that somebody had to say it; I strenuously disagree that that was the forum and the moment in which to do so, and there seem to be many — including about $300,000 worth of South Carolina Democrats, and virtually every leader on both sides of the aisle in both the House and Senate — who agree with me.
I answered (warning: I get a little vulgar):
To merely view it cynically is to deny that racism occludes sensible judgment of Obama — judgment that could help mount a more effective opposition, that could lead to better legislation
It’s not a matter of viewing it “cynically.” Of course there is racism out there. What’s frustrating is that no one can criticize Obama without being accused of it!! That makes him, in a weird way, bulletproof (I know how ironic it is to use that metaphor, and I’m still worried about assassination attempts myself). And he and Democrats are willing to take full advantage of it. It means that his being black is, after all, an obstacle to his being an effective president, because of variants of race-ism on both sides.
I believe that while one edge of the hysteria about Obama is racist, much more of it is ideological, and that part would be much the same directed at a white liberal. Christ, look at the insane attempts to destroy Clinton, who wasn’t even that much of a liberal. Just a Democrat.
Which leads to the insight that Republicans are just as willing to fan fringe racism to get power back as Democrats are to fling accusations of it [to hold on to power].
In this climate, those who are, in fact, trying to mount a sane and civil opposition (Gingrich, Pawlenty, some of the others with counterproposals to the public option) can hardly even get heard. Everyone’s walking around with a (metaphorical) hard-on, with adrenalin in full flood. It’s very scary. But Democrats are fanning the flames in their own way, because it will let them off the hook if Obama fails. You must consider how creepy it is to have legitimate policy disagreement blamed on racism. Wouldn’t that make you paranoid if the roles were reversed? It would look like a diabolically clever way of silencing debate and ramming through an agenda. Even if you believe in that agenda, getting it done that way will have too high a cost.
I’m scared sick too, I just think there’s blame to go around. Dangerous times.
And:
If “somebody had to say it,” that somebody could have done much more good for their cause by saying so in a more intelligent way at a more propitious time. I don’t mind that somebody had to say it; I strenuously disagree that that was the forum and the moment in which to do so, and there seem to be many — including about $300,000 worth of South Carolina Democrats, and virtually every leader on both sides of the aisle in both the House and Senate — who agree with me.
Jeez, I’M not arguing that “somebody had to say it,” or that the president was lying! I’m trying to tell you why Wilson might have been angling to be on the 2012 ticket! Some people were saying he was a hero (until he apologized), and that’s not about race at all! The hysteria about immigration and “statism” was in full cry on the Right before Obama was a gleam in the Democratic party’s eye. The point I’m trying to make is that the Democrats are so fixated on getting the public option (and I’m not sure Obama is, but he’s captive of the base) that they are going about this in a way that feeds into it and aggravates it, as extremes so often do incite each other.
David replied, in response to my first just above:
Yeah, you hit on it. It’s the whole hard-on for battle that’s got me a little on edge. It seems there’s almost a bloodlust. How can you can negotiate when you just want to murder the person across the table.
Do you really feel that “no one can criticize Obama without being accused of” racism? I feel like he’s been roundly, and in large part justifiably, criticized for his handling of this issue, among others. His approval ratings haven’t been bulletproof, nor should they have been. I don’t read as much as you do, but I simply haven’t seen any “legitimate policy disagreement based on racism.” In either direction. (Remember when Clarence Thomas referred to his confirmation hearing as a “high-tech lynching,” and the opposition just withered on the spot? That, to me, was a classic example of what you’re referring to.
I’m still naive enough to believe that if you have real debate, you will not be able to stymie it with fear. But you don’t have to look too far back in history, or too far afield, to see how naive that belief might be.
And in response to my second:
I see your point. And I’ll predict this right now: he’ll [Joe Wilson] narrowly lose his reelection bid; he’ll claim to have been bullied by Emanuel into making his apology; he’ll become a champion of the victimized right; and he’ll wind up on the 2012 ticket. It may all have been choreographed, soon after Obama became that gleam in the eye you mentioned.
So I said:
Wilson’s already claiming that his own party’s leadership made him apologize, that it wasn’t from the heart! “Grassroots” Republicans are as mad at their own party’s elite as they are at Democrats. People like Peggy Noonan who disdained Sarah Palin are toast, with them!
No, I don’t mean that no one legitimately criticizes Obama without being accused of racism, but if you listen to MSNBC (the left’s Fox), today they paraded one person after another pushing that line — including Ron Reagan. It’s as if they got their talking points/marching orders, just like on the R when everyone starts parroting whatever Rush said that day. Wherever it’s coming from, it’s a stupid ploy, because it makes reasonable people feel like they’re being had. It’s a huge diversion/distraction from the question of what kind of healthcare policy we should have, and what better kind we can manage to get to given our disagreements.
And:
Remember when Clarence Thomas referred to his confirmation hearing as a “high-tech lynching,” and the opposition just withered on the spot? That, to me, was a classic example of what you’re referring to.
Oh, definitely! Definitely. Nothing was more cynical than his appointment.
There are people who are doggedly (blue doggedly?) trying to have a real debate; they’re just being drowned out. Too many people don’t have a taste or a hunger for substance any more, only for emotion. To continue the hard-on metaphor, lots of people are looking to be jerked off.
And David (thankfully changing the metaphor) said:
That’s what happens on the eve of a conflagration. The tinder is dry. A few sprinkles here and there are no match for the lightning.
UPDATE: The plot thickens: David sends “more on Joe Wilson” (presented as evidence for the prosecution?):
Allegedly member of a far-right group called Sons of Confederate Veterans, and one of only 7 SC Republicans who went against his own party and voted to keep the Confederate flag flying over the Statehouse.
(If you follow the link, you’ll see that the SCV is actually split into two warring factions, one that is innocuous and one that is virulent. No word on which one Joe Wilson is or was a member of.)
Does that change the equation? It does change the 2012 equation, I think.
So You Call Yourself a Communist??
After all that’s been said and, especially, done, some actually do, as I’ve heard — with consternation — from both realpc and Ron.
They should be required to read this.
Ambiance 