grandiose and junkie-ridiculous

driftglass:

"And in an alternate Universe where the Doc lives on, Jason Leopold’s head would be handsomely mounted above Hunter’s mantle, and his ribcage and pelvic girdle would be the structural members for one hell of a hookah out at Woody Creek.

So lets talk about the Rove Thing.

I had hoped this vile little puppycrusher would be perp-walked out of his black-ops demesnes. That the feds would raid his Sith lab in the basement of the White House where he spends endless hours perfecting the dark art of keeping the nation divided and hateful with the precision of an atom splitter, and move him over to the graybar world of orange jumpsuits and doors that lock from the outside.

Might still happen. Might not. But I wanted it, it didn’t happen, so there you go.

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If you occasionally get all sweary and pissed when things get to tough, that’s fine. We all do. Take a break, go have a Dr. Pepper, and come back when you’re rested. But if you fall apart after each defeat, this is not the fight for you.

Which leads us to “t r u t h o u t” and Jason Leopold.

Because in the face of setback and frustration, it is terribly tempting to posit sekrit unknowable external factors that render your otherwise patently ludicrous ideas “true”. Your truth is, in fact, more truthy than mere truth because it just feels sooo right.

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Unfortunately that cuts zero ice in the Real World.

See, while I will zealously argue for anyone’s “if it feels good, do it” rights, so long as those rights are within the clear circumscription of consent and victimlessness and I don't have to clean the joint up after you, I have no such pity for the idea of, “If it feels good, believe it.”

(I say this as I wait here, patiently, for Lucy Liu to show up on my doorstep in naught but heels and a smile, freely admitting that I can be as guilty of wishful thinkingness as anyone. We're all sinners here, which is why it's so important to keep each other honest.)

Because down that road lies madness. Down there you find the whole San Diego Zoo of wingnut idiocy, from Jerry Falwell to David Brooks, both of whom chucked Occam's razor into the industrial iron masher years ago and instead delight in ascribing thier own suite of Magic Powers to the Dear Leader. Secret Invisible Attributes that somehow redeem his every gaff, blunder, lie and war crime by ascribing to each of them special, spiritual significance.

That can only be understood within a larger context.

Which only they can dimly perceive.

And only using specially treated, GOP X-Ray glasses.

Of course anyone outside the BlunderDome, from a savvy eight-year-old to a mental health professional, can see it for what it is: more radically delusional stupidity from the poor Persecuted Majority.

Bush/Cheney, plus a compliant Congress and a Vaseline-spined press, plus the moral, fiscal and military blank check handed to them on 9/11 was everything short of the repeal of the Emancipation Proclamation they ever wished for. It was their Conservative Wet Dream Come True, and now it's a dream from which they dare not awaken lest their heads explode like 20 million Coelacanths in Low Earth Orbit.

Instead their Beautiful Minds scuttle deeper into denial and darkness, eyes clamped tighter and tighter shut, navigating now only by the virtual light of their own retinal flashes. And in this cave within a cave within an abyss, they tell themselves they see miraculous patterns everywhere, that explain everything.

Their own Duh’Vinci Code spun up out of whole cloth impelled entirely by their desperate and terrible need to be right when they are so clearly and horribly wrong.

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And we cannot be like that, which is why, when I got this email from “t r u t h out” (I’m now on everyone’s mailing list. Oh joy. And sorry, but no links to sites without credibility) that read, in part,

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This was my reply:

To The Editor,

Until your reporter – Jason Leopold – makes good on his solemn promise to out his sources should his Rove Indictment story prove to be wrong, please take me off of your mailing list. I will not recommend your site to my readers, nor will I visit or link to it.

You made a mistake. A big one. And your explanations as to why your story is still the “real” story get more grandiose and junkie-ridiculous each time I hear them.

Your only currency is your credibility, and right now you have none. You can repair the breach you caused and the shame you have brought on yourself by either holding Leopold to the only promise that it is within his power to keep, or by ridding yourself of a liar who has cost you your good name.

You must either take action as responsible journalists, or rebrand yourself as a conspiracy and alien-baby rag, because there is no third alternative.

Until you recover your senses and your honor, please do not bother me with any more email. I’ll only delete it.

Sincerely,

driftglass

So there you go."

Who wants to be Marc Ash, Will Pitt, or Jason Leopold today?