08.13.10
So much for reset
Russia announces that next week it will begin loading fuel into Iran’s first “legit” nuclear reactor.
Ruminations on music, culture, America and the world stage
Russia announces that next week it will begin loading fuel into Iran’s first “legit” nuclear reactor.
The latest round of Iranian sanctions passed yesterday by the UN Security council do nothing to stop or even slow Iran’s race to nuke-power status. The reasons are the same as they were for previous rounds: They don’t put a direct, hard squeeze on Iran’s ability to function in a basic economic way. We all know why that is: Russia and China aren’t going to jeopardize their oil and gas interests. Plus, now Iran, Turkey and Russia have, with their summit the other day, have basically formalized their regional axis.
Two major suicide bomb attacks on the Moscow subway. If you haven’t submitted to Allah, it matters not to the jihadists whether you’re a generous Western representative democracy or a wily hegemonic land mass spanning two continents.
TCM’s self-satisfaction at having reached a nuclear arms reduction agreement with Russia fits into a recent pattern of foreign-policy moves that further confirms the conclusion that his zeal is for a left-wing vision of utopia, in which all cultures and ideologies have equal merit and that the power of the idea of humankind’s unity can surmount the cumulative lessons of history.
As Jamie Fly at the link above says, TCM is preoccupied with a 1980s-era problem in a 2010 world in which rogue players pose the really pressing threat. A mutual reduction in US and Russian strategic force doesn’t mean squat to the Kim regime, the Iranian mullahs, or any of the world’s myriad jihadist networks eager to get their hands on what an increasing number of states have.
When one considers TCM’s blatant humiliation of Benjamin Netanyahu, leaving Bibi to cool his heels while he went upstairs for dinner with his family (and saying, “If there’s anything new [as in any reconsideration of Jerusalem home-building], let me know”) and the decision to go for less-than-maiximum sanctions against Iran, in the context of his excitement about this new treaty with Russia, it becomes hard to muster any encouragement about a safer and more just world. This is a worldview that got a foothold in our society some fifty years ago, when red-diaper babies sat in coffee houses listening to guitar-strumming folk singers. This is the worldview of those whose highest priority is feeling good about how much they care for “humankind” in the collective, who have no use for the particular, lest some pesky detail of history reveal a glitch in the notion that endless peace is plausible.
TCM finds the whole business of foreign policy boring compared to his grand plan for the regime that will occupy the land mass known for 234 years as the United States of America, but to the extent he deals with it, his moves are of a piece with his domestic thrust. The idea is that egalitarianism will be the order of the day on every scale. On the world stage, the country known until recently as the United States of America will be just another place on the globe where a certain percentage of the world’s comrades happen to reside. Nothing special about it.
And that means that there will be no room for a different vision, one which invites the possibility of free and sovereign individuals, unhampered by the state as they go about the achievement of their own dreams. No one anywhere will have a place to which he or she can go to see if such a vision can work.
No place left to stand, that’s what The Aquarian Totalitarian has in mind for those of us who harbor the audacity of freedom.
Three developments to watch over the weekend:
1.) The pretty-well-confirmed terrorist attack on the high-speed, Moscow-to-St. Petersburg train, and the investigation into who did it
2.) The possiblility that the fiscal meltdown of a nation-state (Dubai) may be contagious
3.) The noises being made by members of Iran’s parliament about pulling out of the Non-Proliferation Treaty.
. . . Russia is pulling this.
Says further Iran sanctions ain’t gonna happen. Also tells the H-word Creature that, now that it will be done on our terms, we’re ready to talk about missiles and missile defense. I cringe to think about how the discussion on Georgia went.
Russia and China are still not inclined to get on board with such a course.
Indian career diplomat M K Bhadrakumar offers some significant insights into such matters as the policy-elite and public-opinion pressures that TCM amd Medvedev are each under in their respective countries. For example, while Russia is goading TCM to pursue kumbaya-level nuke-and-missile reductions, the Pentagon thinks it’s most unwise. Certain parties in the Kremlin want to make sure Medvedev doesn’t get specific in naming Iran as a nation that needs to knock off the nuke activity. He points out that Medvedev recently defended Russia’s missile sales to Iran. Alas, things wentRussia’s way when a UN Security Council resolution was drafted this week, keeping a call for an end to nuclear proliferation very general.
Then there’s Chinese Foreign Ministry spokesperson Jiang Yu’s statement that “we always believe that sanctions and pressure are not the way out.”
Robert Coalson, a veteran Russia-watcher (he used to be deputy editorial-page editor for the Moscow Times), says nothing in the events of the past few days changes his view that Russia’s desire to see US power and leadership in the world diminished remains a higher prority than doing anything about Iran’s nuclear program.
UPDATE: Here’s why I’ve admired French president Sarkozy. He has the clarity to say that rainbows-and-unicorns UN resolutions about worlds without nukes are meaningless when two particular countries are going hell-bent-for-leather in the other direction.
Still wonder about his mention of an end-of-year window in his joint appearance with TCM and Brown, though. Maybe he felt that it was in the best interest of a unified front for the occasion.
. . . tell the tale of some bitter allies. TCM and the H-word Creature sent the worst possible signal to friends and enemies alike.
Several levels to unpack here.
For one thing, it took no small amount of courage for Poland and the Czech Republic to agree to the installation of the interceptors and radar. Clearly Russia was breathing down their necks from one side, but they also had to ruffle some feathers among the sleepier members of the EU.
Russia plays a multileveled role in the network of countries that do not like the United States. It is involved in training and arms deals with Venezuela, it has numerous energy deals with Iran, and, speaking of energy, holds great sway over much of Europe. Things get chilly in Ukraine fast if natural gas doesn’t flow through the pipeline. Medvedev and Putin have made it clear that they will not sign on to any more sanctions against Iran, which makes our State Department’s tough talk look like a lot of puffballs. We can now expect Russia to press for more patty cake instead of serious measures with North Korea now, too.
Speaking of North Korea, let’s remember that it is keeping the sea lanes hot with its grim commerce with Iran, Syria and various terror groups. Remember that ship that was stopped by the Unitede Arab Emirates last month?
No, this is not good at all. TCM is going to press his kumbaya vision all the way to a very bad juncture, it seems to me. There’s not an enemy on the planet that doesn’t take solace from this betrayal of our alies.
We’re 86-ing our commitment to the Polish / Czech missile defense system.
A few days ago, we posted a link to a story examining the ever-more cozy relationship between Iran and Venezuela.
It means us great harm.
TCM and his regime are reacting to it with appeasement, being getting on the wrong side of the Honduran situation being the latest example.
Totalitarian socialists in past times at least had a sense of style. Those little caps that Lenin and Stalin wore. The simple little suit that Mao made his trademark. Fidel’s fatigues. The brand-identifying red-and-black color scheme of the Sandinistas.
The Freedom-Hater regime with its fingers currently on America’s throat have nothing so snappy. Its mode of dress is really not so different from the rest of us. What they rely on to advance their quest for public acceptance is pure vulgarity. Blatant lying and perversion is paraded before the nation’s television cameras with utter confidence that no one will give a damn.
Consider Barney Frank, he of the prostitute boyfriend who ran a zoo-sex ring out of Frank’s basement, he of the romantic involvement with a Fannie Mae executive while he sat on the committee overseeing the lending firm’s compliance with government requirements, he of the wads of campaign contributions from Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac’s lobbying arms.
Now this slug posing as a human being grills the head (since last September) of AIG, who was picked for the job by the damn government, when he was minding his own business running Allstate, demanding names of bonus-taking AIG executives. When Mr. Liddy expressed reluctance to provide such names, citing death threats in general and specifying one mentioning piano wire and the executives’ families, Frank dismissively and smugly respond that “everybody gets death threats.”
Then he has the gall to write a Huffington Post piece attempting to make his career in financial oversight look like some kind of crusade for fiscal responsibility. It’s full of convenient omissions, glossings-over, and uses of vague terms. Why, for instance, did Republican legislators and President Bush object to the bills Frank says he so passionately pushed? It’s hard to buy the premise that, per se, Pubs were against help for faith-based non-profits, for instance. If that’s all there is to that one, I’ll be the first to drop my jaw in shock.
But his record of lying about the state of health of Fannie and Freddie (”I don’t see anything to report that raises safety and soundness problems”) and his current attempt to smokescreen the W administration’s repeated attempts over eight years to reform these organizations is there for all to see. And therein lies the vulgarity. He doesn’t give a flying flip. It’s fine with him if the whole world knows the naked truth. He’s got the committe chairmanship and the access to the media. He can forge ahead with his designs and his Stalinist show-trial antics and no one can touch him.
On a different subject involving a different Freedom-Hater, vulgarity was on full display yesterday in San Francisco yesterday. Nancy Pelosi, speaking in St. Anthony’s, a Catholic church, when she is on the outs with her archbishop and indeed the Pope for claiming that the Church is cool with killing people who aren’t born yet, said that raids to enforce the nation’s immigration laws are un-American.
Words fail one.
Then there’s TCM’s appearance on The Tonight Show, debasing the office he holds even more than he already has.
There is a level on which we the citizenry are complicit in all this. Vulgarity works. What does that say about our present state?
I’m not sure how I could add anything to what Roger Kimball has to say about the novelist who passed yesterday at age 84. From his desire to overcome his childhood self-image as a nice Jewish boy from Brooklyn to his preoccupation with buggery to his woefully underbaked views on the Vietnam conflict and America’s feelings about it, to the gargantuan vanity of his lifeong quest to write the greatest novel ever, Kimball has it covered.
I might have an observation or two about his place in the overall culture. BN readers know I’m currently making my way through Diana West’s supremely important Death of the Grown-Up: How America’s Arrested Development Is Bringing Down Western Civilization. She looks at such cultural unfoldments as the advent of rock and roll (and she’s thorough, going back to the birth of BMI in 1940 and what ending ASCAP’s monopoly on royalty clearance did to American music), the impact of Lenny Bruce, the rise of mass media geared to teenagers and the pervasiveness of consumerism. Where does Mailer fit into all this? He exists at an interesting nexus: he was clearly trying to emulate Hemingway, with all that boxing and carousing and boozing. His rise on the cultural radar screen loosely coincides with that of the actor Robert Mitchum, and they share in common aspects of the pot-smoker-with-the-volatile-personality persona. Mailer got going on his leftist bona fides early on with the founding of the Village Voice. On the other hand, he relished building up his creds among the New York intellectuals and the east coast glitterati. He loved nothing so much as an A-list cocktail party.
We can definitely say that he was self-absorbed. I think what we ought to find noteworthy about that was the success with which he got American culture to be fascinated by his self-absorption. Even in Armies of the Night, when writing about this Pentagon demonstration the perceived nobility of which he ostensibly wanted to impart, it wound up being all about Norman. and that’s what critics were left with to write about.
His passing marks a good occasion for asking a question that’s more pertinent by the day: Isn’t it time to quit ascribing depth or even cleverness to artists who spread chaos to all they touch in the name of making a statement?
In her column today, Diana West very effectively ties together several recent sociocultural developments and show how they spell “The Death of the Grownup.” She’s covering much the same ground that the always-marvelous Joseph Epstein did in a 2004 essay for The Weekly Standard called “The Perpetual Adolescent“, but these new observations of hers add substantive elements to the argument.
It was most interesting to come upon this Myron Magnet piece in City Journal after my four days at Indiana Black Expo. Magnet is one of the most rigourous and clear-eyed observers of the upheavals in American society in the last fifty years, and here he applies that scrutiny to the question of why we have the simultaneous phenomena of an expanding black middle class and a huge black prison population. It’s long, but I invite anyone who starts into it to read the whole thing before drawing any conclusions. And if anyone feels the need to get the same message from someone of another pigmentation, may I suggest the works of John McWhorter or Shelby Steele.
Finally, BN has somebody to enthuse about, rather than make excuses for their shortcomings. (Okay, Fred got on board with McCain-Feingold, but as far as I know that’s the goofiest move he’s ever made.)
We’ve got the real deal here. An utterly human, personable, seasoned, brilliant, principled, articulate and unafraid statesman.
In descending order, if it can’t be him, BN gets stoked by -
- Romney
- Giuliani
-Hunter
-Brownback
The things you gotta ask yourself are:
- who is realistically electable, and
- who can make mincemeat out of the H-word creature in a debate and show her for the socialist phony she is.
These people qualify in descending order on the first count, but any of them could handle the second requirement. One, though, could do it grandly, in a way that would have all Americans with intelligence and integrity levels above the level of slugs leaping out of their armchairs and pumping their fists into the air.
The number one fan of the man from Tennessee!
I knew about the one-square-of-toilet-paper proposal, but Michelle Malkin has the scoop on – are you ready for this? – “dining sleeves.”
Sheryl’s getting boorish and pathetic in the past few days, but there was always something about her that bugged me. It seems to me she’s always wanted to have it both ways - rock & roll creds and the uptown-nice-lady image. She’d do songs about drinking beer for breakfast or running into a jam in Vegas, but she also dug being on the women’s magazine covers and doing the girly-girl morning TV shows. And strictly from a musical standpoint, I always thought her sound was derivative and calculated to take her as high on the pop charts as possible.
When I heard that she and Lance Armstrong broke up over irreconcilably divergent views on W, I filed it under “Hee hee.” I’d kind of figured her for a limousine moonbat, with her “Key-to-no-war-is-not-to-have-enemies” spout right before the Iraq invasion.
Now comes her double-team accosting, with Inconvenient Truth producer Laurie David, of Karl Rove at the White House correspondents’ dinner. Hey, what’s a little inappropriate behavior when the sea levels are at stake?
I’m about to wind the semester up in my rock-history class. I still have a couple of decades to go if I’m going to continue to gear my lectures toward stuff like development of genres, or changes in the recording industry or the radio biz, or technological developments, or in-depth looks at significant individuals, but, given that there’s not much time left and the only significance of rock since 1980 has been its role in our culture’s rot anyway, maybe Ms. Crow would make a nice case study.
Rock stars telling us it’s urgent to change the way we tend to our anal hygiene.
File under “pathetic,” and also “Western civilization sure did a lot for humankind before it collapsed.”
When I put up the link to that great Johnny Otis footage, I didn’t know my next post was going to be a link to a bunch of vile hip-hop videos. My intention with the Johnny Otis post was for us here at BN to take a break from World War III and the erosion of our economic liberties and even pervasive cultural rot and have some fun, have a dance party. Now it feels like Mims and R. Kelly have spoiled my party. (I realize Michelle Malkin put those videos up on her site to make a point regarding the Don Imus matter. I’ll let her point about it, as well as what the always spot-on Teri O’Brien has to say, speak for me on the I-man’s situation.)
That’s one of the larger cultural points I’m striving to make here at BN. Our modern culture spoils the party so much of the time. Is there anything fun about Britney Spears, who is ostensibly a prominent figure because she sings pop music, or Rosie O’Donnell, who is ostensibly a talk-show co-host, or, for that matter, Don Imus, who is ostensibly a radio guy? No, and it’s because these people have chosen to morph into purveyors of ugliness, which is the main thing they are all known for now. That’s a much faster route to fame these days than having a particular skill set in some branch of the media or entertainment.
Then there’s the matter of their overblown stature. Such clowns occupy the public’s attention at a time when Iran announces the firing up of 3,000 centrifuges (and one government official brags that it’s just the latest milestone on the way to 50,000) and North Korea is once again found to be in non-compliance with yet another deal the objective of which is to get it to give up its nukes.
And to think we’re back to all this stuff so quickly when I though maybe we could take off our shoes and do a little hand-jivin’.