Louis Menand, distinguish professor of English at Harvard, advises President Obama to avoid criticizing Fox News directly. "The state may, and should, rebut opinions that if finds obnoxious, but it should not single out speakers for the purpose of intimidating them," he writes in the New Yorker. "At the end of the day, you do not want your opponents to be able to say that they could not be heard."
Can you imagine Rush Limbaugh, Glen Beck, Bill O'Reilly ever claiming they could not be heard? Part of the cant of the loud-mouth right is the paranoid style, it is true, but they never claim they cannot be heard, because that might undermine their self importance. These guys all claim they have audiences of millions, silent masses raptly hanging on their every word, while the forces of darkness are always trying to prevent the truth from getting out, but never succeeding because Rush, Glen and Bill are so bravely unintimadatable.
Menand does cite an interesting number: Half of Fox "News" Channel is over sixty-three years old. "Contact your doctor if you have rage lasting more than four hours," Menand says--his best line.
Menand says Obama's attacks on Fox have left Obama's fans "dispirited."
Just the opposite, of course, is true.
What is dispiriting is watching the playground bully beat up on the fat kid who will not or cannot throw a counter punch.
Menand may speak for a group of Obama well wishers, perhaps people with whom Menand has dinner, a crowd which might be characterized as "effete." That is a loaded word, of course, harkening back to the days when Republicans began chiding Democrats as flaccid girly men who lacked backbone. Democrats are wusses who lack nerve, courage, testosterone, passion, all the things leaders ought to have in abundance.
But I speak for Obama well wishers who become frustrated and distraught by our President's disinclination to throw a punch at those who richly deserve it.
I would like to see more fire from the President for the emotional satisfaction of seeing him score points I cannot score because I am not onstage. It felt good to see Lloyd Benson's withering disdain for Daniel Qualye zinging him with that "Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine. Let me tell you, you're no Jack Kennedy."
This is why men watch football, prize fights--they get vicarious pleasure out of seeing someone tag a deserving target.
On the other hand, there is a question of style.
Until recently, I did not get Dana Carvey's characatur, "The Angry Old Man." I never realized some men get cranky when they get old. I just thought those old geezer were always cranky.
But watching George Carlin over the years, it is amazing to watch him get cranky as he aged. His wonderful, restrained, understated rifts on Muhammad Ali and the government's tactic of saying, "No, no, if you won't kill them, we won't let you beat them up," as he described the government saying if Ali refuses to be drafted to kill people, the government would not let Ali fight in the ring, was a wonderful jab. Contrast that to his latter day observations about the anti abortion crowd, "Did you ever notice the people who are against abortion are people you wouldn't want to f..k in the first place?" which is essentially a non sequetor.
Carlin was still funny in his cranky old man phase, but not as funny as he was in his mellow phase. He sucked you in in his mellow phase. He trusted you to see the essential absurdity in the government's argument, and in so many things about the Church. The Church granting dispensations, allowing you to eat meat on Friday if your group came in first in the scrap metal drive. Then the undoing of eating meat on Friday as a sin--completely reversing a doctrine during his lifetime--so he could remember those unfortunate souls doing eternity in Hell for the sin of eating a hot dog on Friday.
So maybe Obama is trying to be the early Carlin, zinging them better by zinging them softly. If that is what he's trying, I can tell you it isn't working.
At least not for me.
Not that zinging Rush Limbaugh is easy. To do this, you first have to listen to him and that takes a strong stomach. Even when I listen, trying to figure out what it is he is saying, there is not enough substance there to really reposite.
Listening to Limbaugh takes time--he will carry on with a lengthy imagining of Bill and Hillary Clinton having sex and the essence of this is they are both very overweight and the difficulties this would create and what the bed would sound like, groaning under their weight. This, you have to remember is coming from Rush Limbaugh, not exactly a waif himself.
But how do you respond to that "criticism?"
Or, another time, he listed each expense for the transportation of President Clinton on a trip to Chicago. He went on in excrutiating detail about the cost of transporting by airplane the armour limousine, the cost of the gas for the airplane, the salaries of the pilots down to the penny, all in a mock rage, incredulous laughter, with many asides to the effcct, "Can you imagine if the world only knew about this, how quickly they would throw this clown out of office?"
But, of course, lost in this half hour tirade about the waste of money was the underlying point whenever a President chooses to leave the White House, it costs money. So what was Limbaugh saying? The President should never leave the White House? It's too expensive?
And if the President followed this advice can you imagine Mr. Limbaugh's umbrage at the thought of an out of touch President who never deigns to connect with the common man, with the salt of the earth in the heartland?
But I'm dating myself. I am recalling a tirade from the last time I was trapped in a car long enough to listen to an extended Limbaugh rant. And that was the Clinton administration. Since then I've been unable to keep my fingers away from the button which silences Mr. Limbaugh.
This is a problem I will work on. Trying to fashion a response to knuckle draggers.
Stay tuned.
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