One of Andrew Sullivan’s readers hits the nail on the head when he says that it is time for a different kind of rage. You should go read it, but I’ll give you a quote to whet your appetite:
Republicans lecturing the country about fiscal responsibilty, economic recovery, governing — or anything else, for that matter — would be like Mick Jagger lecturing Mother Teresa about excessive promiscuity.
I consider myself a moderate, but being a moderate isn’t about political party, and it sure as hell doesn’t mean being halfway between the Democratic and Republican parties. The Republican party of the last dozen years or so has been the party of corrupt, lying, disastrous wing-nuts. Or as Sullivan’s reader puts it: “Irresponsible, hateful, mendacious, sleazy, destructive – these words do not even begin to describe them.” They are the party that speaks with one voice — the voice of the immoral, greedy syndicates who bankroll them.
But my rage is not confined to the Republicans. My deepest rage is reserved for us, the Americans who have allowed these crooks to get away with their crimes. We the people who are so easily manipulated into into doing their bidding: even attacking the victims of their crimes (how can a country of immigrants blame immigrants for any of our troubles?). We who parrot the “political narratives” pawned off by the corporate-controlled mass media. We who boost the ratings of parasites like Limbaugh, Beck, and Palin when they shamelessly lie, and fill their bank accounts when they spew hatred. We, who eagerly vote for the same crooks who raped and pillaged us, like the hopeless abused spouses and partners-in-crime that we are. We have met the enemy, and he is us.
We despise other people’s dictators and tyrants, but only because our dictators and tyrants have found a better way to control us and turn us into mindless sheep. I don’t even know if we can recognize when we are being lied to anymore, if the lie is packaged up and delivered with enough trappings of corporate authority.