What is it with the press corps and these love affairs?
First, Ron Paul.
Glenn Greenwald, a liberal columnist I admire has praised Ron Paul:
[T]he crazy, hateful, fringe lunatic Ron Paul voted to repeal the Clinton-era Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy (or, more accurately, he voted to allow the Pentagon to repeal it if and when it chooses to) — while 26 normal, sane, upstanding, mainstream House Democrats voted to retain that bigoted policy.
In 2008, the sicko Ron Paul opposed the legalization of Bush’s warrantless eavesdropping program and the granting of retroactive immunity to lawbreaking telecoms, while the Democratic Congress … overwhelmingly voted it into law.
Hmmm. Like many people, I’m liberal about some things, conservative about others. I wasn’t surprised to learn that I agreed with Ron Paul on some points. I was surprised that Beck would assume that I’d be surprised.
But there are Paul’s other, more controversial positions. Here’s my problem. Many in the media – especially if those positions don’t affect them directly – would like us to excuse or overlook those. After all:
Ron Paul’s bold. Forthright. An iconoclast. Unbought and unbossed – wait, that was Shirley Chisholm.
This reminds me of a very similar love affair the press had with Donald Rumsfeld.
In their early days of infatuation, he was lauded as forthright. A straight shooter.
What a difference a day (or years) make:
“One of the few personal anecdotes in the 815-page volume (Rumsfeld’s Known and Unknown) takes place more than 12 hours after hijacked planes struck not only the World Trade Center but the Pentagon, filling his office with heavy smoke and forcing him to evacuate with other employees, some of them wounded. His spokeswoman, Torie Clarke, asked if he had called his wife of 47 years, Joyce. Rumsfeld replied that he had not.
“You son of a bitch,” Clarke said with a hard stare.
“She had a point,” Rumsfeld writes.”
So now he’s a dick. Typical. One minute you’re spooning with your main queeze. The next, you’re strategizing against them using The Art of War.
These love affairs are about falling in love with the manly (largely fictional) men of yesteryear. Those men had no patience for the politically correct. They call them like they see ’em. They understand women want to be dominated. Minorities shouldn’t be coddled. James Bond morphs into Newt Gingrich cutting his wife loose on her sickbed. Complete with witty aside.
It’s not just the press. Lots of people admire these kind of men. Hell, they don’t just admire them. They want to be them.
The divorce rate is still close to 50%. Enter love affairs with fear and trembling.
And when you see members of the press corps embarking on another torrid romance, treat every word they say about their beloved with a boulder of salt.