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14 Oct 2008

The Stench of Panic

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The reason that Oktoberfest directly precedes election day in this country is perhaps the one well-placed blessing of the year. It certainly seems as though the McCain boys are all taking part, because rarely does a campaign, even one as desperately beleaguered as this one, go so far off the deep end so quickly. The GOP bought too far into its own bullshit rhetoric over the past eight years, assuming that the public would still come along for the ride. Terror! Fear! Evil Do-ers! They were lurking in every shadow, hiding in corners and bus stops. Scheming behind Fourth Amendment protected phone lines. Loitering just outside the cold sweat nightmares of innocent Americans. How quickly we forget that insanity, that Manchurian Candidate hysteria. Some six long years go, swarthy vigilantes from parts unknown were going to put anthrax in your cable bill and blow up your local supermarket. And those damn filthy, terrorist sympathizing, Democrats weren't going to lift a finger to stop them!

And like the stumble-stepped ravings of some four-AM drunk, the Republicans just go on shouting those same old lines out into the darkness. Barack Obama is a secret muslim. A terrorist. An arab. A Marxist. He is other and different and impossible to understand. He's whatever the thing you fear right now happens to manifest itself as. But the Republican party has just now realized that most Americans are shaking in fear, not of the invisible enemy, but of the paper monster. To hell with anthrax - if there's a letter more toxic than a notice of foreclosure, I've yet to read it. People care a lot less about terrorism when they suddenly don't own anything worth blowing up. And it's a bit hard to care about something called the Weather Underground when you can't even make the rent on your shitty basement apartment.

But don't tell that to old man McCain - he's got his heart set on pulling out a sqeaker through a carpet-bomb campaign of brick-shitting fear, and he will keep hammering away at the cloudy, smoke and sawdust suggestions that despite better than half the country supporting the man, Barack Obama hates America. McCain tried to scare people with claims about inexperience, and that didn't work. He tried to scare people with tall tales of taxes, and even that GOP staple fell flat. So now he's going full on fearmonger! Going, as he openly admitted to Jon Stewart several years ago, “to crazytown”.

It used to be that they secluded this stuff. Kept it hidden, away from the prying eyes of the traditional media. If there were competent sociopaths running this cowardly mud drag, we wouldn't hear about push polls to Jewish towns in Florida saying that Obama supported the PLO until sometime next March. I'll say one thing for Cheney, he knew how to keep his minions on a tight leash, and he wielded his brand of bowel liquefying hate like a samuri spinning a katana. The McCain folks, in comparison, are blasting away with a twelve gauge in a crowded mall.

They've forgotten that the nastiest of this sort of filth needs to be kept inside the base. It needs to be the quiet thrum of that fringe freakshow ten percent that would vote the party line even if they tried to run Zombie Reagan for office. The majority of Americans don't want to hear that much crazy coming out of a man to whom they might be handing nuclear launch codes. And they've grown tired of the implausible deniability of sending your hatchetmen out to spread the lies and then waving them away, innocent faced, the next day in front of the press. The public knows what Swift Boating is, Johnny boy, and they don't like it.

They're tired of hearing about how Barack Obama might be Kenyan or how John Kerry looks French. They want to hear about how they're going to pay their electric bill. How they're going to send their kids to college. How they're going to retire before they hit eighty. John McCain's wonderfully insulated world, while not as cushy and worry free as George W. Bush's, doesn't have room for those sorts of plebian concerns. And he knows he can't win by speaking to them, because all he has are empty platitudes about low taxes and something he daren't still call trickle-down economics. Because by now the public is tired of being pissed on.

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