I read a lot of print magazines – seven regularly and two or three others every other subscription cycle. But if I had to take only one magazine, it would be The Economist. Although considerably to the right of me politically, it is a solid news magazine with very high editorial standards; something I cannot say about Time, Newsweek, or US News & World Report.
The Economist is consistently conservative, pro free-market, pro-Republican, pro-business. I’m telling you so you’ll understand how deeply, painfully betrayed they must feel to finally print this;
PLENTY of people can be blamed for the calamity on Capitol Hill on September 29th. Two-hundred and twenty-eight congressmen decided they were ready to risk another Great Depression. Nancy Pelosi made an idiotic speech damning the Republicans. Sheriff McCain claimed that he was going to ride into town to sort out the mess—and promptly fell off his horse. But there is no doubt where the lion’s share of the blame belongs: with George Bush. The dismal handling of the financial crisis over the past fortnight is not only a comment on Mr Bush’s personal shortcomings as a leader. It is a comment on the failure of his leadership style over the past eight years…
The Economist: Reaping The Whirlwind, Bush’s sad finale
There’s more, and it gets kind of nasty. It’s not what you expect to see on the pages of. The. Economist.
What good did it do, early on, for Molly Ivins (who knew Mr. Bush better than anyone else in media) to report on his gubernatorial fecklessness? Did anyone pay attention? When watchdog groups brought up his toxic environmental record, the sorry state of Texas’ finances after his administration, the wreckage in the Texas educational system, or the fact that he couldn’t make money in Texas even with a football team or an oil company?
Remember the scene in the movie, I, Robot, where the robots had all gone crazy and taken over the world, and Will Smith says to Bridget Moynahan;
Y’know, somehow “I told you so” just doesn’t quite say it.
There’s a large chunk of the body politic that is so insecure that they fall for anyone who talks tough, no matter how empty (or even hypocritical) their rhetoric. They want someone to promise them safety, no matter how absurd the terms. They’ll stand behind anyone who refuses to acknowledge the limitations of raw power. They’re scared to death of nuance, of complexity, and suspicious of letting human intellect pull ahead of ideology. Listening and understanding seem like weakness to them, and most of all they’re terrified of the feminine in anything. They’re the hangers-on around the schoolyard bully, volunteering a cheer when he breaks the smart kid’s glasses and pushes him in the mud.
And after their old champion sits broken and discredited, amid the Pyrrhic legacy of his arrogance and gut instincts, they disavow him and choose a new champion. A man who makes snap decisions, leads with his gut, who is scarcely distinguishable from their old champion. And the new guy says he will be an agent of change, because he sold his soul for a running mate who was hand-picked by the kingmakers of the religious right.
It’s been said the definition of insanity is to keep doing the same thing and expect a different result. “Change” from abysmal to infernal is still travel in the same wrong direction. But that’s what we’ll get with McCain in the White House. He’s a make-believe Maverick, and our country is in no condition for another one of those.
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