Rolling Stone and Lena Dunham liberalism: Feelings are truth until enough shame changes my mind

Lena Dunham APIt’s no secret that individuals who identify as liberals tend to put quite a bit of stock in feelings and emotions. A liberal’s stated intentions have a higher value than the consequences of the policies he supports. However, recent revelations surrounding Rolling Stone’s UVA rape story, Lena Dunham’s rape allegations, and the “Hands up, don’t shoot!” protesters indicate that modern liberals have elevated their feelings to a whole new level: truth” is whatever it is a liberal man or woman is feeling at any specific moment. If it feels true, then it must be true — at least until the shouts of enough people blow the delusional fog of self-righteousness from their eyes and they are forced to acknowledge the lies.

First up we have Rolling Stone’s ‘A Rape on Campus: A Brutal Assault and Struggle for Justice at UVA,’ which turned the lives upside down for an entire campus, a slew of innocent men, and their families. “Rape culture” feels so true that it must be true — so why bother interviewing men accused of gang-rape, right Rolling Stone?

Sabrina Rubin Erdely wrote “Jackie’s” story Nov. 19:

“Shut up,” she heard a man’s voice say as a body barreled into her, tripping her backward and sending them both crashing through a low glass table. There was a heavy person on top of her, spreading open her thighs, and another person kneeling on her hair, hands pinning down her arms, sharp shards digging into her back, and excited male voices rising all around her. When yet another hand clamped over her mouth, Jackie bit it, and the hand became a fist that punched her in the face. The men surrounding her began to laugh. For a hopeful moment Jackie wondered if this wasn’t some collegiate prank. Perhaps at any second someone would flick on the lights and they’d return to the party.

“Grab its motherfucking leg,” she heard a voice say. And that’s when Jackie knew she was going to be raped.

She remembers every moment of the next three hours of agony, during which, she says, seven men took turns raping her, while two more – her date, Drew, and another man – gave instruction and encouragement.

What a horrible experience. Unfortunately, the story is bogus. The reason Rolling Stone didn’t know earlier: feelings.

Rolling Stone’s Will Dana wrote in his “Ooops, did I do that?” apology:

“Because of the sensitive nature of Jackie’s story, we decided to honor her request not to contact the man she claimed orchestrated the attack on her nor any of the men she claimed participated in the attack for fear of retaliation against her.”

As The Washington Post pointed out, there wasn’t even an event at the fraternity on the night “Jackie” told Rolling Stone she was gang-raped. But hey, the “larger truth” of “rape culture” needs to be addressed. What’s the big deal? That, of course, brings us to Lena Dunham.

Ms. Dunham wrote in her memoir, “Not That Kind of Girl,” that she was raped by a college Republican named “Barry” when she attended Oberlin College. Breitbart News actually went to the campus to investigate, and found out that her description of the campus “remains the only detail Breitbart News was able to verify.” When Ms. Dunham’s story started to fall apart, Oberlin’s radio station historian suddenly began to sound like she would fit right in with the editors at Rolling Stone.

Sophie Hess: “People here are less interested in justice for this kind of crime and more interested in helping the victim. I’m not psyched to help you do this.”

John Nolte: “You can look at everything I’ve thus far written about this. We just want to know the truth.”

Sophie Hess: “Asking whether or not a victim is telling the truth is irrelevant,” Ms. Hess proclaimed. “It’s just not important if they are telling the truth. If this person had wanted criminal justice they would have pursued it.”

John Nolte: “I’m not just talking about criminal justice,” I responded. “The details in the book point to a specific individual.”

Sophie Hess: “Who graduated years ago.”

John Nolte: “This man is easily found using Google and says he’s innocent. Right now everyone is looking at him and he’s just twisting out there.”

Sophie Hess: “Our archives are private. We have no obligation to share them with anyone. I don’t want our organization to be a part of this. I’m the general manager and the answer is no.”

Again: the truth is “just not that important” if someone feels like a victim. In Ms. Dunham’s book, she says she took alcohol and drugs on the night she was allegedly raped. What is more likely, given Breitbart’s investigation — that Ms. Dunham was raped, or that she’s found a way to turn a drug-fueled experience she regrets into a public service announcement on “rape culture”?

I may feel really gross and dirty for what I did while high on cocaine with some random guy, but at least now I can turn it into a positive experience while damaging Republicans (score!) and dealing a blow to rape culture.

The same mentality also applies to those who feel like racism can only be defeated with lies.

Consider The Associated Press’ coverage on the “Hands up, don’t shoot!” protests that are based on a lie (debunked by forensic evidence and multiple [black] eye-witnesses):

To some, it doesn’t matter whether Brown’s hands literally were raised, because his death has come to symbolize a much bigger movement.

“He wasn’t shot because of the placement of his hands; he was shot because he was a big, black, scary man,” said James Cox, 28, a food server who protested this week in Oakland, California.

The truth “doesn’t matter” because a lie that can sway public opinion in support of a “bigger movement” is — in the minds of many modern liberals — better than a reality that doesn’t move large masses into action for a progressive cause. Sad.

When an ideology becomes so warped that the lies become the truth, that is how you get a.) men like Jonathan Gruber wielding enormous influence in the nation’s capitol, and b.) elected officials like Nancy Pelosi saying she doesn’t know who he is — despite video evidence to the contrary.

We live in interesting times: the truth seems treasonous, the biggest liars are given the bully pulpit, and hard-working Americans are told to sit silently while they’re blamed for the bad behavior of total strangers.

As I’ve said before: It’s been fun, Western Civilization! It’s a shame it had to end this way, but it was grand while it lasted.

Devo, Procter and Gamble sellouts, attack Romney, corporations

Devo wants you to know that while it attacks Mitt Romney and does fundraisers for President Obama … they’re not partisan. And while they hate corporations, there’s nothing wrong with them taking a check from Nike or Procter and Gamble.

It wasn’t too long ago that Devo, the group behind the well-known song “Whip It,” was attacking Sarah Palin. Having sunk to the level of doing Swiffer Wet Jet commercials, the band needed credibility and exposure. For those in the entertainment industry who can’t get attention, the surest way is to come out swinging against a Republican — and Devo delivered.

Now that Sarah Palin is a bit more removed from the spotlight, Devo has found a new target: Mitt Romney. More specifically, they’ve created a tune about his dog Seamus:

Devo’s Jerry Casale wants it to be known that their newest song, “Don’t Roof Rack Me, Bro,” isn’t meant as a partisan statement – even though it viciously mocks Mitt Romney for strapping his Irish Setter, Seamus, to the roof of his car for a 1983 family vacation.

“This isn’t a red-state thing or Devo stumping for Obama,” he says. “But I think any animal lover that hears the story will learn so much about the character flaw of Romney. …

In 2008, Devo did a fundraising show for President Obama in their hometown of Akron. Does Casale approve of his job performance over the past three-and-a-half years? “No!” he says. “Absolutely not. Devo are not naive people. If anyone still thinks that the President of the United States of America runs things, they really live in the Wizard of Oz-land. My God, we’re a plutocracy. We’re owned and leveraged by global corporations.

He still plans on voting for Obama, though. “That’s the safer choice,” he says. “Believe me. If we have real choice. There isn’t freedom of choice anymore. The difference between the two parties is like the difference between Pepsi and Coke.

I suppose everything would have been cool if Mitt Romney rode a motorcycle and simply strapped his dog into the seat belt of a sidecar in 1983, but sadly that never happened. What did happen, however, was that years ago Lolo Soetoro fed a young Barack Obama dog meat. I’ll be eagerly awaiting a song by Devo about how backwards Indonesians are for roasting Fido over an open flame.

Question: How hilarious is it that a band that sold out to The Procter & Gamble Company through Swiffer Wet Jet commercials is now lecturing us how we’re “owned and leveraged” by global corporations? Wrong Devo — YOU ARE. Devo sold out, and now they want the rest of the world to believe we’re all a bunch of sellouts. Devo could have went the Tom Waits route, but they didn’t. And now they want us to believe that while they do fundraisers for Obama, they’re not partisan hacks. They want us to think that even though they’re on the Procter & Gamble dole, there’s something wrong with the rest of us for buying the company’s products.

Years ago I ran the “Run Hit Wonder” Nike 5K in Los Angeles, California. Guess who was singing at the finish line? You guessed it: Devo. They’ve been selling out for about a decade. Next time they tell you the election is like choosing between “Coke and Pepsi” perhaps someone should correct them and say, “No Devo, it’s more like Nike and Procter & Gamble.”

See you in four years, Devo. I’ll assume there will be another record to put out and a new GOP star who you can use for the next Rolling Stone interview.

Here’s me, crossing the finish line of the Nike Run Hit Wonder 5K years ago in Los Angeles. Devo was selling out in those days, too. We all have bills to pay, but some of us don’t attack the corporations that make it possible. Note: Nike made runners wear the embarrassing shirt. The really short shorts? I have no excuse.

‘Occupy’ lies with anarchist dogs, wakes with ammonium nitrate fleas

The two best pieces I’ve read on the “Occupy” movement come from liberal faux-rock magazine Rolling Stone, and National Review editor Rich Lowry. Rolling Stone’s Jeff Sharlet attempts to spin the movement into something positive with ‘Welcome to the Occupation,’ but in the end still concludes that it’s a directionless mish-mash. Lowry’s ‘The Left’s Homegrown Terrorists’ has some of the hardest hitting commentary I’ve seen to date — he doesn’t mince words, and the moral clarity with which he speaks cuts deep. Really deep. Put the two together and you can only conclude that when directionless malcontents get desperate they have a propensity to get dangerous and scary (e.g., Greece’s Golden Dawn Neo-Nazis).

First, let us revisit Jeff Sharlet’s ‘Welcome to the Occupation.’ (Read the whole thing if you want to know what role Greek anarchist Georgia Sagri played in the movement’s inception.):

“Twice I woke up. Once when a squat woman with dreads down to her knees shuffled by with a broom…and a second time when a deranged man, top-heavy like a bulldog, punched the air above my head, daring anyone to take a shot at him. The occupation’s security, thin-limbed men with walkie-talkies, spread their arms out like birds and surrounded him. “We love you, man,” they said, over and over, containing but never touching. Finally he fled; the scene was too strange for the conventional crazy.”

In one short paragraph we see all of Occupy. There is the “peace-love-dope” contingent — and then there is the “angry deranged man punching the air” wolf pack. He can either roam alone, or in packs of five. The common denominator is that they are all really weird. And so, for every group of directionless hippies who have no long term strategic objective or a coherent plan of action beyond “love” there is one angry malcontent. Sometimes they punch their air, and somethings they seek to destroy property, be it windows, cars, or bridges.

And that is where Rich Lowry comes in:

The Cleveland Five are a sad-sack collection of wannabe terrorists if there ever was one. The amateurish young men who plotted to destroy a bridge outside Cleveland last week give the impression of needing the attention of a guidance counselor as much as a federal prosecutor.

But there’s no mistaking the seriousness of their attempted act. They allegedly planted what they thought were live bricks of C-4 underneath a well-traveled bridge connecting two suburban Ohio communities and repeatedly tried to detonate them. …

The Cleveland Five are the pathetic sons of Occupy — rootless, underemployed, drunk on a sophomoric radicalism, alienated from the American system of democratic capitalism to the point of lawlessness. One Occupy leader told the (Cleveland) Plain Dealer that Wright — a drifter with no known address and a vaguely checkered past — struck him as altogether “stereotypical.” …

Blowing up a bridge is like smashing a window — a favorite pastime of the anarchists at Occupy protests on the West Coast — only on a much larger and more hazardous scale. The spirit of nihilistic destructiveness is the same.

As is the flouting of laws and authority. This tendency isn’t limited to anarchists but is at the heart of Occupy. Writing in The Nation, Michael Moore imagines “nonviolent assaults” (whatever that means) on Wall Street and “wave after wave of arrests” in an attempt to shut it down. The romance of confrontation with the police is more central to Occupy than any specific agenda item. The movement welcomes a “diversity of tactics,” which means accepting the masked anarchists who are delighted so long as stuff gets, in the charming words of Wright contemplating his bridge, “f–ed up.”

Rich Lowry shows us that it is much better to set off charges of intellectual explosives than it is to try and purchase them from FBI informants to blow up bridges. When he says “rootless, underemployed, drunk on a sophomoric radicalism, alienated from the American system of democratic capitalism to the point of lawlessness,” he has thrust a verbal bayonet through the heart of the movement and twisted it for good measure.

The drifting mess that is ‘Occupy’ is what you get when you build a movement on the machinations of anarchist Yalies like David Graeber, as Rolling Stone’s ‘Welcome to the Occupation’ points out.

If you lie down with dogs (and homeless men in Zuccotti Park) you will wake up with fleas. If your movement lies down with anarchists, it will wake up with ammonium nitrate residue on its fingers and face and down its pants. (Mix in a little radical Islam and you might find a non-metallic underwear bomb in there.) A better option would be to take a shower, get a job — any job — and become a productive citizen.

Long story short: It’s going to be an interesting year.

Related: Katherine Ernst takes down “Occupy” over at City Journal (You can be the judge if we’re related or not.)

Democrats target Jack White with ‘Blunderbuss Act’

The solo success of musician Jack White has Democrats crying foul. In order to even the playing field and stop him from exacerbating income inequality, liberals in the U.S. Senate are crafting the ‘Blunderbus Act.’

Jack White blasted onto the music scene in 2003 with The White Stripes’ instant classic, Elephant. It’s now 2012, and it looks like the donkey is about to introduce him to the political scene. After the success of Jack White’s first solo album, Blunderbuss, Senate Democrats are not happy. Blunderlust sold an amazing 138,000 copies its first week in release, propelling White to the top of the charts for the first time in his career. It may be his last.

Senator Harry Reid, D-NV., put out a press release on Sunday, just hours after White’s crackling Saturday Night Live performance:

Jack White’s album sales, as well as his jaw-dropping performance of ‘Sixteen Saltines’ while on Saturday Night Live, may be celebrated in some corners, but their cheers are misguided. While conservatives see his immense talent, highlighted even more with the result of his solo debut Blunderbuss, as some sort of sonic victory for United States and the world, the Democrat Party does not. As long as men like Jack White exist, there will always be inequalities. They must be stopped.

We do not know why Jack White rocks so much harder than the rest of us, but we know that we do not like it. He is without a doubt in the top 1 percent of guitar players in the world, but that does not mean we can or should allow him to become one of the ‘1 percent.’ Senate Democrats are working to pass the ‘Blunderbuss Act’ within days to level the playing field for all Americans. More details are available at

Details of the act are still sketchy, with some Washington insiders claiming that a panel will be formed to look at musicians on a case-by-case basis. Those deemed to possess the kind of talent that could lead to a larger “rock and income gap” will be forced to play with sub par instruments and sound equipment. House Democrats are proposing their own version of the bill, which will include a package of taxes targeting quick-fingered musicians for success they deem “unreasonable.” A surtax would be imposed for solo albums.

Republicans now find themselves in an interesting position. For years they have been held in contempt by an industry that leans heavily left. They’re hoping their opposition to the ‘Blunderbuss Act’ will change perceptions.

“Rock has always sort of stood up for defiance,” said Congressman Paul Ryan, R-Wis. “Yet, somewhere along the line it stopped standing up to authority. It bowed down to the tens of thousands of federal regulations that not only dictate how a musician lives, but how a musician rocks. Remember when the Obama administration had the feds raid Gibson guitars not so long ago? I do. Republicans in both chambers plan to stand firm in opposition to the ‘Blunderbuss Act.’ God bless Jack White, and may Blunderbuss be the first of many successes to come.

Jack White said he will address the issue with fans at the appropriate time, but did not disclose when that might happen.

Grant Morrison vs. Tim Tebow: Rolling Stone’s Metaphysical Double Standard?

Grant Morrison's "most outlandish thoughts" pay for his existence. He finds it bizarre that "thoughts you may have had in 1994 on an Ecstasy tab can turn into money, which turns into houses, which turns into cat food. It's the Yukon in our brain, it's a gold rush, it's all sitting there, and it's worth money." I wouldn't have it any other way.

“I’m still trying to not sound like an insane person,” says Grant Morrison in his recent interview with Rolling Stone’s Brian Hiatt. One: The article, The Psychedelic Superhero, is amazing. Two: If you don’t know who Grant Morrison is, he’s a comic book writer who happens to be much more than a comic book writer—and generally pretty awesome. Love him or hate him, he is a force.

With that said, I don’t think he’s insane. I’m not an advocate of the lifestyle he leads, per se, but I do not think he’s insane. I do, however, think Rolling Stone and liberal media outlets have a very interesting double standard, though, when it comes to “The Great Beyond.”

Tim Tebow believing in Christ? Crucify him (in print, at least). Begrudgingly acknowledge the guy’s talent, but forward the notion that Christians are all a bunch of dim-witted, racist, bigoted homophobes. Then Youtube something by Christopher Hitchens to wash it all down and assure yourself that anyone who believes in a reality that transcends our five senses’ ability to interpret it is an idiot.

Grant Morrison comes to the very same conclusion—there’s stuff out that’s beyond human comprehension and there’s no way he can prove it—by taking a completely different path, and he’s the coolest guy alive.

Know of any millionaire occultists? You do now:

Morrison hasn’t felt any malevolent presence in his house, but he’s pretty sure he’s met a few demons over the years. Morrison considers himself a magician, and not the rabbits-from-hats kind – magick with a “k” style sorcery. He’s been conducting occult rituals since age 19, summoning various entities and gods and such – ranging from a flaming lion’s head to what he believes to have been the spirit of John Lennon, who he says, gave him a song…

In Katmandu, he had a spiritual experience that has guided his work ever since, a revelatory vision from some kind of fifth-dimensional perspective. He saw the universe from the outside, met silvery blob-like entities who explained the connectedness of all life on Earth. “I felt it was a higher intelligence, and there’s no proof it wasn’t,” he says. “I remember space and time being just a flat surface.”

I have no desire to summon demons or meet silvery blob-like entities; I’m patient. I’m confident I’m going to die (understatement of the year award?), so I won’t be spending my life looking for peepholes into the afterlife. Grant is into that, and more power to him. What irks me is that even among atheists there seems to be an unspoken rule where Christians are zeroed in on and everyone else gets a free pass. Islamic radicals that stone women and kill gay men in the Middle East? Yawn. Comic book artists that look for demons? Eh. Christian guy who thanks God for blessing him with athletic prowess and, more importantly, life? It’s game time, baby! Let’s get this joke parade marching!

Read the entire article (or a few issues of Rolling Stone), and the genesis for the double-standard becomes apparent—it’s all about the politics. Leftist politics will get you a pass every time, whether you’re a Christian, a Buddhist, or an acid-dropping badmammajamma comic book writer.

Still wondering about that Beatles song? Behold:

“I put all the Beatles albums in a circle, wore my clothes from the band, tight trousers, Beatles boots, had a Rickenbacker guitar, and I had ‘Tomorrow Never Knows’ on a loop and I just played it, and I took this tiny lick of acid, just to give an edge. Basically, I got this image, this thing, like a huge Lennon head made out of music. It gave me a song – it’s a pretty convincing John Lennon song.”…

Morrison whips out a guitar and plays the song given to him by the floating Lennon head. “Keep taking the pill/Keep reading the books/Keep looking for signs that somebody loves you,” he sings in a rough tenor. The audience laughs at first, then falls silent. He gets to the bridge – “One and one and one makes two/If you really want it to.” – and the melody suddenly sounds like it could be on the White Album, or at least pass for Oasis.

Ah yes, “One and one and one make two…if you really want it to.” That actually would be true if everyone wanted it to be true. Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen. What happens in this plane of reality is that some people think that way and what you wind up with is 15 trillion dollars of U.S. debt racked up and no one to pay the bill (in part because they’re not born yet).

While Rolling Stone is generally a liberal-hack rag, they do occasionally do some cool stuff. The Psychedelic Superhero is one such instance. And, truth be told, Grant didn’t get completely off the hook; the “Oasis” line was a bit of a dig… Check it out if you get a chance.

George Clooney and Barack Obama: Pasts Unexamined.

The George Clooney image created by the media also happens to be the blueprint for the perfect liberal president (if you promise not to analyze the past too closely). It worked for Barack Obama, which can only mean one thing: Get to work, conservative bloggers.

Rolling Stone’s Mark Seliger has a piece on George Clooney, Confessions of a Dirty Mind, that’s worth a read.  Since you can only read select quotes if you don’t buy the magazine, I plunked down some cash so I can explain it in full.

Who does this sound like?

“Look at him now, sitting in his house high up in the Hollywood Hills, off white khakis, matching socks, spotless tan desert boots, natty blue polo shirt, dreamy, chocolately-brown eyes, broad shoulders, a straight line of white (but not too white) teeth, hair graying distinguishedly, legs crossed confidently, the easygoing smile and the aura of calm assurance. He is talking about something or other – maybe the failure of politicians these days…maybe the atrocities in Darfur…In truth, it’s exceedingly difficult to hear anything over the blare of how perfect everything is, both him and his entire orbit.”

My God, replace “in his house high up in the Hollywood Hills” with “in his house in our nation’s capital” and you would have thought Seliger was talking about Barack Obama! Years ago I couldn’t help but think that media used Clooney blueprints to build Barack Obama’s image. The desire was there to apply them to John Kerry (and don’t think that efforts weren’t made), but the vehicle just wasn’t capable. It’s hard to make use of smoke and mirrors when your magician keeps crashing through the props…

For the moral relativist who wants to redistribute wealth, George Clooney is a dream come true. He’s partied hard – “mainly booze, some coke and many quaaludes (“I thought quaaludes were the greatest drug ever made!”)” – but doesn’t show the wear and tear. In fact, he’s incredibly handsome. He comes from a good family and subscribes to a religious faith, yet it’s not a driving force in his life (i.e., it’s important like regular exercise is important). He’s a motivated man who settles for nothing less than success, yet he advocates public policy positions beneficial to those who are equally motivated in their quest for mediocrity (i.e., entitlement programs on steroids).

The other great thing about George Clooney—and here’s where Obama falls short—is that he’s promiscuous. Instant cool! Correction: He’s only beds beautiful women. He’s a Sean Connery character vivified! JFK knew the deal, but Obama went for the more family-friendly route…

Just as with Barack Obama, however, the real story is in the media’s ability to ignore facts that belie the narrative, even when they’re the ones poking holes in it!

[Clooney’s] not keeping secrets. It’s just that some parts of his life have nver really been looked at or examined. His angry-George period, for example…He’d get angry at other drivers on the road, “the f**king idiots,” and roll down his window to yell, “You f**king a**holes!” He’d break his golf clubs and throw them in the lake. He’d smash his tennis racket. He’d fly into jealous rages—“horrible rages where you drive around the girl’s apartment, ‘I know she’s with this other guy!'” Offended by some acquaintance, he’d draft a letter that featured words like “c**ksucker” and “flaming a**hole.” It was bad.

Odd, just earlier in the story Steven Soderbergh notes, “He only picks fights with people who are as powerful as he is, and that’s rare in this business.” Seliger refers to him as, “the definition of class.” So which is it? Is he the definition of class, or the guy who yells “you f**cking a**hole to the mom who was drifting in her lane along the highway because her three kids were arguing in the backseat? Is he the guy who only picks fights with those who are as powerful as he is, or is he the one who writes “c**ksucker” Christmas cards to acquaintances who needled him on his politics? All we do know is that some parts of his life “have never really been looked at or examined,” (kind of like Barack Obama!).

My favorite part of the piece is a story about George’s youth. Struggling to make it in Hollywood, his dad tries to convince him to go back to school. He tells his son to get something to fall back on. George’s response: “If I have something to fall back on, you know what I’ll do? I’ll fall back.”

Amazing, amazing quote. Embedded it is a conservatism Clooney would deny—but it’s there. In essence, Clooney is always moving forward. Failure is not an option. He’s singularly focused on one goal, and once that’s accomplished he’ll move on to the next one. (His only mistake is that it appears he applies this philosophy to women.)

Question: So why is it when George Clooney devotes himself 100% to a cause he believes in—without a fallback safety net—and it “nets” him millions of dollars, that it’s okay, but when a businessman does it he’s pejoratively referred to as “the 1%”? We don’t know, because like George Clooney and Barack Obama it’s something that has “never really been looked at or examined.”

Before we idolize stars or put them in office, it’s important to put their past in context. If this was done to George, perhaps his “rage phase” could have been avoided; if this was done to Barack Obama he probably would not be in The White House. It’s up to conservative bloggers to pick up the slack left behind by our liberal counterparts—so get writing.

Rolling Stone Admits: Occupy Wall Street Occupied With Loons.

The Occupy Wall Street Movement has channeled Patrick Henry's famous "Alligator F**k House" speech, a call to action known only to Zuccotti historians and American anarchists.

Rolling Stone might be a liberal rag that spends more time bashing Republicans than chronicling Rock and Roll, but I still buy it from time to time. Why? Because of stories like Welcome to the Occupation, by Jeff Sharlet. Only a liberal magazine could get someone deep enough into a hive of anarchists and screwballs to accurately convey for the world that their minds are filled with beeswax. In all honesty, it’s a great bit of reporting, covering Occupy Wall Street from its inception until the present day.

The problem for Rolling Stone is that the best efforts to portray the movement in a positive light can’t hide the utter weirdness of those closest to it.

“Twice I woke up. Once when a squat woman with dreads down to her knees shuffled by with a broom…and a second time when a deranged man, top-heavy like a bulldog, punched the air above my head, daring anyone to take a shot at him. The occupation’s security, thin-limbed men with walkie-talkies, spread their arms out like birds and surrounded him. “We love you, man,” they said, over and over, containing but never touching. Finally he fled; the scene was too strange for the conventional crazy.”

It’s that sort of thing that makes me want to take off for New York to experience something equally as bizarre. Since I have bills to pay, I’ll get over it and ask myself who’s behind it all. Again, Jeff Sharlet supplies the answer. It turns out that David Graeber, “a 50 year old anthropologist and anarchist whose teaching gig at Yale was not renewed…” was one of the brainchildren of the Occupy Wall Street movement. Along the way he also met up with “Greek anarchist organizer” Georgia Sagri.

One word: Telling.

Welcome To The Occupation is a treasure trove of material for the occupation’s detractors. Just as I can read a bad review by certain critics and know that the movie is going to be great (e.g., any bad review for 300),  a positively-spun article on any liberal movement is one that, if shown to your average American, would have them in the voting both going conservative.  After reading the piece I feel like one of The Goonies, rummaging through more gold than I can handle. I might have to do a follow up post for the first time in this blog’s history…

Take, for instance, this bit:

There’s a library with some 4,500 cataloged volumes—everything from the Communist Manifesto to He’s Just Not That Into You—an all-volunteer medical staff to provide free health care, a station that gives out hand-rolled cigarettes if you want them.

Questions abound, like: How many copies of the Constitution can be found in this library? How many more copies of The Communist Manifesto are there than the Constitution? Where are the political hacks who blamed Sarah Palin for the Rep. Giffords tragedy now that we know the Occupy Wall Street movement and Giffords’ shooter are both fans of The Communist Manifesto? How fun would it be to deconstruct the mindset of the guy who wants “free” health care AND “free” cigarettes? Perhaps he could smoke a free cigarette as a free doctor tells him why he’s got that nasty cough and shortness of breath…

Since no one likes blog posts that read like an encyclopedia (or the ramblings of an Occupy Wall Street junkie?), I’ll quote the author’s favorite sign from Liberty Plaza, as I too have grown fond of it. Nothing better frames the Occupy Wall Street movement better than the 99 percenter who dug down deep, channeled his inner Patrick Henry, and scribbled across his cardboard sign: “Alligator Fuck Housed Me.”

“Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and alligator fuck houses? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!” (Patrick Henry).

Here! Here!  Newt Gingrich can learn a few things if he wanders down to Zuccotti Park. If he was truly a student of history, as he claims, he would have referenced this line by now.

Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance: Closet Conservative?

My Chemical Romance broke liberalism's #1 Rule: Do not proudly sport the American flag, and if you do make sure you apologize for all past sins, real and imagined by the international community. Does anyone really believe Billie Joe Armstrong would proudly wrap himself in the American flag? Didn't think so.

Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance is a closet conservative.  There is no way someone without a conservative streak in them (even a latent one), could have made the video Na Na Na. While I’ve read that he supports the Democratic Party, it should be noted that voting patterns and principles are different things. Example:  Gerard ruffles liberal feathers from the get go:

“Look alive, sunshine. 109 in the sky, but the pigs won’t quit. You’re here with me, Dr. Death Defy. I’ll be your surgeon, your proctor, you’re helicopter.  Bumping out the slaughtamatic sounds to keep you live…  Anti-matter for the master plan. Louder than God’s revolver and twice as shiny!...The future is bulletproof.  The aftermath is secondary.  It’s time to do it now and do it loud!  Killjoys, make some noise!”

Doesn’t Gerard know that mentioning God is a no-no (or was that ‘na na’?), and that coupling Him with a revolver might cause the kids to link a Creator—from which all our rights are derived—with self defense? Even worse, the message comes from guerilla radio (i.e., talk radio) that circumvents the “official” message disseminated by established authority figures. But, as Dr. Death Defy says, that’s secondary.

Take a look at the themes that run through Na Na Na.

  • American flags proudly displayed.
  • Guns as legitimate tools of self defense.
  • American muscle cars and the freedom that comes from the open road (It would be hard for Killjoys to save the world if they were waiting all day for public transportation).
  • Vampiric authority figures tied to the federal government or a company closely associated with it.
  • Resistance movements, individualism, and self-reliance.
  • Orwellian double-speak.  Better Living Industries (i.e., BL.ind)
  • Dystopian future (batteries provided by Better Living Industries have played a role).
  • State controlled media.

Ask yourself this question: Would Billie Joe “Sunshine Patriot” Armstrong have made this video?  The poster boy for hypocritical liberal rockers who lecture you on public policy while admitting their brain has been clogged and confused by years of illegal drug use?  I think not.  And I’m not just saying that because Gerard’s individual artistic talents dwarf Billie’s.  We can point to other videos Billie would never have made ( e.g., The Ghost of You).

Regardless of his politics, it’s clear that Gerard has a love and reverence for his country that modern day liberalism rejects.  My gut tells me that perhaps Gerard is a JFK Democrat, but someone needs to tell him that the JFK Democrat is dead to today’s liberals.  JFK accurately and unapologetically called out enemies of freedom and democracy.  JFK understood basic economics.  Today’s liberals do not.

Gerard reminds us all of the sacrifice that soldiers made during World War II. What's he thinking? Olive Stone, the guy who said we need to put Hitler "in context" would not approve. And Billie Joe Armstrong seems to only approve of US troops if they're handing out food to flood victims or under a United Nations peacekeeping mandate. Gerard needs to be careful, because Hollywood liberals won't stand for this sort of thing.

But back to the video.  Some lyrics:

Everybody wants to change the world
Everybody wants to change the world
But no one,
No one wants to die
Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try
Wanna try, wanna try, now
I’ll be your detonator

Selfless service and sacrifice are things that are generally foreign to the modern day liberal. They want freedom and opportunity, but US fighting men and women are not allowed to die guaranteeing it for future generations. They want never ending entitlement programs (e.g., “free” health care) by having someone else pay for it—like rich rock stars. They want global peace, but think it can be accomplished through “dialogue” with the world’s worst dictators, despots, and thug regimes.

It's true: The Federal Government is filled with Vampires. They're the types who suck the lifeblood from successful individuals and entrepreneurs like Gerard! Good metaphor, My Chemical Romance.

Gerard would be in good company with conservatives, even if he doesn’t know it yet:

Make no apology
It’s Death or Victory
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded

Drop like a bulletshell
Dress like a sleeper cell
I’d rather go to hell
Then be in purgatory

Being an individual, standing up for what’s right and wrong, and making tough choices by accepting positions of authority very often results in death or victory. Good point, Gerard. But once again you’ve drawn a line in the sand and acknowledged that good and evil exist, that there are objective truths to be had, and that dying for what’s right is a just and honorable cause. Don’t run for office or start getting political at your concerts because your liberal base will desert you.

Regardless, thanks for the video.

I'm glad that My Chemical Romance, at least on an artistic level, understands that guns can be used for self defense. There's nothing worse than a successful actor or musician who believes I (as a law abiding citizen) shouldn't have a gun to defend myself in my own home or a dangerous neighborhood, but that their paid bodyguards can as they go on shopping sprees in Los Angles, New York, or Milan.