Tea Party America: We Have Awakened a Compliant, Orderly and Fastidious Giant

I’m sure National Review Editor Rich Lowry meant well in his New York Post fugue on Glenn Beck’s Tentless Chautauqua Revival on the Capitol Mall. But perhaps it was the perennial pub-deadline trap of staking out a novel, contrarian claim in an oyster bed of commentary that’s already been shucked clean that led him to type this Pearl of Faint Praise:
The much-analyzed speeches at the Glenn Beck Lincoln Memorial rally weren’t as notable as what the estimated 300,000 attendees did: follow instructions, listen quietly to hours of speeches and throw out their trash.
...not unlike, say, the attendees at a Soviet May Day Parade or the rapt crowds at a Fidel Castro talkathon, with venue litter patrols directed by the People’s Committee for Culturally-Correct Beautification and Turf Amelioration, although I doubt those were the parallels Rich intended to invoke.
Then again, maybe it was the humiliatingly Pee-Wee-ish “He who smelt it dealt it” pose Elite Country Club Conservatives are compelled to strike whenever expedience demands that they flatter their upstart, common-folk allies-of-necessity by attacking their Limousine Liberal counterparts for being, you know, “elite”:
In extremis, Democrats and liberal commentators have dragged the debate over the Tea Party into the well-worn rut of elite condescension to the bourgeois
...as opposed to the Alaska, Arizona, Colorado, Delaware and Washington GOP establishments who’ve framed the Tea Party debate in friendlier terms such as “criminal,” “crazy.” “extreme” and “unelectable.”
Could be, too, that Rich is the sort of well-heeled, genteel beau who will dutifully contrive a compliment for even the most repellent blind date:
To be sure, the Tea Partiers are fiercely anti-establishment, and that produces political candidates who are exotic and unexpected.
...like, for example, the tattooed stripper who just showed up on the veranda of your parents’ vacation house at Hilton Head to announce that you’re her Baby-Daddy.
Or, quite possibly, Rich has simply popped a major neural pathway trying to reconceptualize his party’s invasion by throngs of RINO-Hating Islamophobic Flag-Fucking Theocratic Birther Conspiracy Nuts as a “teachable moment,” and an admonition to the soon-to-be-enthroned Mutant GOP to eschew the Icarian hubris that drove the Newt Gingrich Congress to fly too close to the sun:
They could do much worse than to take their cue from the Tea Partiers at the Lincoln Memorial, who knew how to make an impression without scaring anyone or trashing the place.
Oh, but, Hell’s Bells—now that I think about it, it occurs to me that Lowry’s whole gymnastic ramadoolah is nothing more than a simpering “You-don’t-have-to-do-this” plea to the evolutionary next-links who are poised to supersede him in the Republican fossil record:
Dear Tea Party Nation:
A lot of people say you’re crazy, but deep down I know you’re not.
You proved that when you didn’t bring guns or nutso signs and picked up the trash at the Restoring Honor rally.
You proved to everyone that obedient, well-behaved listeners can Make the World Right Again.
Newt Gingrich, he was crazy. He thought taking control of Congress meant he could enact or repeal anything he wanted to.
He acted like an Ideological Demagogue—just like Lucifer, whose children killed Christ.
He acted like Hitler, who hated the Jews and didn’t understand that sometimes principles have to be bent, and one hand washes the other.
Newt Gingrich was no better than Osama bin Laden, who leveled the World Trade Center and attacked Freedom from behind.
Newt Gingrich gave us Obama, Pelosi, Reid, Death Panels and abortions-on-demand.
You don’t want to be like that. You aren’t like that. You don’t have to be like that.
You recognize, as I do, that a rocking boat can’t float, and a house divided is worth a lot less than a nice little duplex with a city view.
You are good, decent, God-fearing people who know better than to Sow the Wind. [Hosea 8:7]
We at the National Review salute you and look forward to being your sword and buckler in this Historic Restoration of America’s Moral Values, which, when it gets down to serious horse-trading, can be surprisingly elastic.
Please don’t kill us.
Yours in Jefferson and Jesus,
Rich Lowry
Posted by StrangeAppar8us on 09/04/10 at 04:04 PM • Permalink
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