In
the wake of an historic
election, The 1585 asks:
What
is
it to be… Something
Else But
Mad?
11/12/08
*
“You
can always count
on Americans to do the right thing…
after
they’ve exhausted all the alternatives.”
—WINSTON
CHURCHILL
“I
think
I’m dumb, or maybe just happy.”
—NIRVANA
*
So,
I
don’t know
whether you heard, but Barack
Obama
won.And at the
risk of upsetting
certain segments of my audience, I’m going to go ahead and
rephrase that now as
“we
won.”
Yes,
there is still a
“15” in 1585, but it never had much to
do with party politics.As
I, in a
recent Reader Mail response, reminded a young reader who found
1585’s support
of Obama too vociferous, I have never made a secret of the fact that I
tend
to vote for Democrats. My criticisms of liberalism tend to
concern themselves
with mopiness, chronic resentment, new-ageism, and campus P.C., and
none of
these had the slightest thing to do with Obama’s campaign, or
indeed with the
Democratic party in general.I
endorsed
Mr. Obama, I voted for him (jeez, even William F. Buckley’s
kid did that), and I'm glad he won.But
any concerns that
The 1585 will now become a vehicle for Democratic talking points are
unfounded.I'm as
anxious as
you are for me to get back to making fun of Noah’s Ark
and shit I tear out of Cosmo.
But
this
election was
an especially significant one for smart people.There
have, of course, been “especially
significant elections for smart
people” in American history before…
...but
this
time the smart people won.And
since The 1585 is most
primarily concerned with the place and reputation of smart people in
American
society, I thought I'd join the rest of the punditsphere in
talking about
what this election means.
Does
it
mean that the majority
of Americans now want the
federal government to force all 50 states to legalize gay marriage?No.(Neither
does Obama, by the way.)
Does
it
mean that the majority
of Americans now support
Scandinavian-style socialized medicine?No.(Neither
does Obama, by the
way.)
Does
it
mean that the majority
of Americans want to ban all
handguns?No.(Neither
does Obama, by
the way.)
The
election of Barack Obama is
not a swerve to the Far Left
(one might suspect that this has something to do with the fact that Mr.
Obama
is, in fact, not
Far Left).What it
is, is
something
more necessary, more
beautiful, and more overdue.
It
is a
resounding repudiation
of the Far Right.The
very worst elements of this
nation — enveloping the McCain campaign in their foetor to such
an extent that I
often secretly felt sorry for the man — threw everything they
had at Obama, and
failed, failed utterly.They
screamed
themselves hoarse that Mr. Obama was a socialist — a
Muslim — a werewolf — and
for once, for once,
no-one cared.The
echo that came back
to
them from a clear
majority of Americans, even in some states where a Democrat had not won
since
“Baby Love” was at the top of the charts, was
simply:You’re
crazy.Not
“traditional.”Not
“mainstream.”Not
“real
Americans.”Not
“plain-dealing practitioners of good
old-fashioned common sense.”Crazy.
This
made me happy.It
makes me happy when regular people realize that
crazy people are
crazy.Such a
simple thing, but how
infrequently it happens!
In
fact,
I was even still
happy the next
day.
And
that’s when it
started to feel weird.Probably
for a lot of you too.And
that’s what this essay is about.
As
we
have all already been
reminded — probably just as
frequently by a certain type of our fellow Liberals as by
Conservatives — things
are not necessarily going to be “perfect now, or
something.”
Fine.We know.But
things don’t have to be perfect
in order for us to smile.They
just have to be… well, good enough to
smile about.And
they clearly are.But
when I woke up on Wednesday the 5th
to go hungoverly about my business, I felt something I did not expect
to feel.
I
was embarrassed.I
was embarrassed to be seen
smiling.
Oh,
sure, I was psyched about
smiling in the
faces of
Conservatives, when and if I happened to run into
some of them.But
there is a difference between gloating
and just being happy.And
I realized
that I had been so looking forward to doing the first thing, that I
hadn’t
devoted any time to remembering how to do the second.
And
then
I realized that,
apparently, the second is
something that I need to remember
how
to do.Weird.
Sure,
I’ve been happy in
my life, about this or that.But
happy about, you know, “the way things are going?”About
the president?!The
thing about smart
people is, many of us
simply have no idea how to go about liking
the president.Or,
considering the shape
of the Congress as well, not just the president but — good
gravy! — the government.Honestly bloody liking
the whole
fucking
government (except the Supreme
Court, for the immediate
future anyway).
Sure,
most of us can remember a
few presidents we were glad
were president.But
that’s not the same
thing.As a friend
of mine put it, with
Bill Clinton, you got the sense that he was “a gangster who
just happened to be
on our side.”But
Obama is actually a good
person.
The
president-elect is a
fucking good
person.Like
I would
look up to him and want to grow up to be like him if I were a kid and
he
were my
teacher and shit.Jesus,
I feel that way
about him now,
and I’m thirty.
And
this, as I’ve
already explained, and as a lot of you
have probably already realized on your own, is… well,
embarrassing.And
not only embarrassing, but disorienting
on a profoundly personal level.From
genius poets to cool rock stars to hip stand-ups, the simple fact of hating the government
has been how
we tell who the smart people are
for so
long that I just straight-up do
not know how to walk out of my
door
in the morning doing something else.And
for fuck’s sake, what about holidays?How
will I demonstrate to
my relatives that I
am an Artist whereas they are full of shit?By
fighting with them about music
or something?But
I’m a grown-up!I
don’t want to fight about music anymore!
For
some
poor, confused
intellectuals — and maybe you’re one
of these people, or have a close friend who is — the course of
action was so
immediate it seemed autonomic, uncontrollable: they began
trying to
find stuff
not to like about Obama.This
may seem
like an odd reaction to his victory on the part of someone who spent
the
previous two years screaming about how much they loved him, but you
have to
understand, it was that or face the prospect of liking
the government — and for
many smart people,
that’s like asking
them to place their hand on a hot stove and hold it there: No
matter
how hard
you try, you simply can’t
let
yourself.
And
after honestly a lifetime
of never feeling allowed
to — much less wanting
to — extend to
anyone any higher
praise than “he’s
not as
bad as the other
guy,” this is
understandable.I
have
one friend who, before the election-night celebrations were even over,
began
poring over speeches, voting history, lists of possible cabinet or
staff
members, anything,
all for any
indication that Obama will turn out to be a disappointment, just so he
could be
first on the scene with a
Let’s-Not-Start-Sucking-Each-Other’s-Dicks-Just-Yet
e-mail in the morning.
I’m
not saying
it’s ridiculous to entertain the notion that
Obama will ever make a mistake.Of
course he will.The
man is human.But
it is
ridiculous to decide, before he even takes office, that we shouldn’t
even bother being happy.By
all indications, Obama
is the most Liberal
president since LBJ, maybe
even FDR.And the
Democrats are in a
better position than any party has been in for a half-century.
All
those times when
we’d be in the car and “Karma Police”
would come on and it would get to the this
is what you get when you mess with us
part and we would
fantasize about how
great it would be if people actually got it when they messed with us,
and here
we are at a loss for how to take it upon seeing with our own eyes the
very
people that we wanted to get it for messing with us actually getting it
as a
result of having messed with us.That
actually happened, and we’re searching our asses off for a
problem.
Smart people are good at many things, but apparently, one thing we are
not so good at is allowing
ourselves
to
shut the fuck up and enjoy winning.
Different
methods of achieving
this mindset are going to
work for different people, so try to find one that works for you.Those
who are especially
unused to being
happy may find it beneficial to ease themselves into it by making heavy
use of
irony, so that the happiness takes on an absurdist quality at first.Your
psyche will think
that you are merely
making fun of being happy, so its defenses will be lowered.Speaking
for myself, I
have found it
particularly beneficial — having noticed some time ago that
it’s fun to say
Barack Obama’s name in a James Mason impression — to
repeat the phrase “Barack
Obama… I’m happy because of Barack
Obama” over and over
in a James Mason voice.
Go
ahead, try it.But
you have to say it like James Mason, or it won’t work.
Anyway,
could it end up all
going down the shitter
somehow?Sure.Just
like I could
be trampled by zebras tomorrow.But
that doesn’t mean that betting
on it makes you smarter than
everyone else.So
far, our only problem
is that we apparently need
to have
a
problem.
Well,
no
problem, because
here’s the problem: We need to
find a way to like the government and be smart people at the same time.We
need to become smart
people who smile.
Now,
this shouldn’t
be all that difficult.We
are, after all, supposed
to be the
ones who are smiling.Look
at any truthful depiction of the varied
players in the human game, and you will find that the bad guys are the
ones who are supposed to have smiling issues.In
Act II, scene v of Twelfth
Night, Maria’s forged
mash riddle to the
persnickety
puritan steward Malvolio pointedly instructs him to
smile — this, as the lively
drunkards at the center of the comic subplot knew, would be the most
uncharacteristic thing a guy like
Malvolio could possibly walk around doing.So
uncharacteristic, in fact,
that it goes a long way towards convincing the characters who are not
in on the
joke
that he has lost his mind.
And
Malvolio is, I
think it fair to say, the single most exact
caricature of a contemporary Republican to be found in all of
Shakespeare (at
least, one of the “values voter” stripe; throw in
the Rove-style insider
strategists, and you’ve got Henry
VIII’s
Cardinal Wolsey, the coldly manipulative Ulysses of Troilus
and Cressida, and of course
Iago, to say nothing of a
handful of generically and inexplicably maleficent
“bastards” of the early
plays — but none of these has any trouble smiling since, as Hamlet
observes of his
uncle, if you don’t swallow your own bullshit, it
ain’t no thing to “smile and be a villain.”).
So
how
did the puritans end up
copyrighting the common
man?(How very
at-home “Joe the Plumber”
would seem in a roll call of the Dream’s
rude mechanicals: Bottom the Weaver, Snug the Joiner, et al.)Well,
as England
found out some three decades after Shakespeare’s death, when
it became a
republic for about fifteen minutes, there
is — sadly — more of the puritan in the
common man than you’d expect. Eventually,
of course, he tires of wearing all
black and begins to miss being allowed to watch plays, but
he’s easy to rile
up, especially when there are sexy elitists who need
hatin’. But
no matter how good he may be at getting ̉οι
πολλοί marching to his drum now and again, the puritan is at
last always
the enemy of the common man, because it is the puritan who hates human
nature
itself.
So
if
we’re the
natural enemies of the puritan, why are we
so terrified by the prospect of commerce and sympathy with the masses
we
supposedly yearn to free from his influence?And
be assured it is
this fear
that explains my — and maybe your — aversion to smiling.Smiling
is what lots of
people do.It is
what people do in large
groups,
when
all of them feel the same.All
of them.The same.The same
as all of them.
I
am,
please understand,
overjoyed that Obama won.I
have spent the last week bursting, with no
warning whatsoever, into floods of tears, often in
mid-sentence — it’s like
September 11th,
but backwards — and
proud beyond measure that he won
in such an undeniable rout.Finally,
I
thought, most people
agree with me.And
it felt great.
But
the
corollary is that I
agree with most
people…
and I am not sure how great I feel about that.If
I walk around smiling, it means I feel the
same
as…What?People
who care about sports?People
who didn’t go to college?People
who believe in ghosts?People
who
don’t even necessarily own all
three seasons of Arrested
Development
on DVD?
Why
am I
even alive,
if I feel the same as these people?What
is the point
of me?Sure, it’s
not the case that there are no
shitheads left in the whole country anymore — hell, only 7%
more people voted for
Obama than McCain, after all — but it is clearly no longer the
case that everyone
but me is a
shithead.
And
that
is what comes after
the joy of victory.The
morning when, like a soldier whose
conscious mind is glad the war is over but who has long since forgotten
how to
be anything other than a soldier, you wake up to the world and ask it:What
do
you need me for?
For
the
last eight years, my
answer to that question has
been “to
hate Bush.”And
very soon, it will not
be.I will have to
find something else to live
for.And quietly,
all too quietly, with
legitimately a stunned silence, like when you’ve been running
all over the
house looking for something and suddenly find yourself looking
dumbstruck
downwards and wondering how the hell long you’ve had it in
your hand, the answer
came to me, in three little words that, deep down, I suppose I always
knew.
Rubbing. It. In.
You
see,
smiling
doesn’t have to mean that you are the same
as everyone.It
can just mean that you are the same as a majority.That
doesn’t dawn on us right away,
because
we are so used to being part of a defensive, resentful minority.But
now, we need to learn
to enjoy being part
of a majority.
A
loud,
belligerent, bullying majority, only too eager to
exact restitution for the last eight years from anyone who looks at us
funny.
Make
them
feel
like someone will start fucking with them if they don’t hunch
over and stare at
the ground when they walk.Call
them
traitors.Tell them
to “go back to” someplace they’re not
even actually from.
Make
them
feel
self-conscious about flying and saluting our
flag.
Hi,
I’m the American
Flag. I belong to
Liberals now. If
you have a problem with
this, allow me to make the following
suggestions: “Lick
my balls.” That
is all.
I would like the next election
to feature an advertisement
where an elderly couple suggests that “[Republican
candidate]
should take his
surplus-wasting,
moonshine-swilling, Guns
& Ammo-reading,
Hollywood-blaming, right-wing freak show back to Oklahoma, where it
belongs,” and
have this ad resonate with the average television viewer on a deep
psychological level.
I
am
especially excited by the
prospect of the word Conservative
becoming synonymous with
the word freak.No,
wait, traitor!No, freak!Aw,
shucks, I
can’t decide.Which
one do you think would make more of
them commit suicide?
Because
if that’s our
goal, we should press it now, while
they’re still frighteningly
emotionally
unstable.Seriously,
I realize it
has been 70 years since they were on the receiving end of a landslide
that
didn’t consist of post-assassination sympathy votes, but
still, they are taking
it badly, even for them.After
trying and
failing to come up with a negative thing to say about Obama that has
the
slightest fucking commerce with reality, the right seems to have
settled upon “Fuck
it, let’s just start screaming that he
is ‘exactly the same as
Hitler’ and see if that does anything.”
Is
it at all
a
priority for Conservatives to say shit that has any
basis in fact anymore? Oh, well. I
guess it is kind of funny that there is a
congressman who apparently thinks Hitler was a Marxist.
You
know
what else is funny?How
fucked they are.What
are
they gonna do — Palin in 2012?Fine.The
GOP is now in a position where their most
prominent person under a million years old is a lunatic, so the more
exposure
they give her, the better. They are hemorrhaging
moderates. At this
point, it is looking damn near impossible for them to sustain their
always-volatile coalition of religious mentalcases and jetsetting
business
assholes. The Far Right is pissed that the McCain campaign
wasn’t even
dirtier. I don't want to jinx it, but things are looking good
for the
dream scenario of evangelicals forming a bona fide third
party, which
would instantly send the GOP on the national level the way of
the Whigs
and the Know-Nothings. The next generation of Romneys will
have to become
fiscally conservative Democrats, drawing that party just far enough to
the
right to make room for the national viability of the Green Party, while
what
used to be the Republicans have changed their name to the Jesus Ninjas
and are
whooping it up about running the table at school-board elections in
Idaho.They will
become solely a regional party,
relegated to states no-one gives a shit about, and then
they’ll finally be able
to build one of those giant fences they have such a boner for — around themselves.
But
don’t worry,
Conservatives.I’m
sure, at some point, President Obama will actually
do something in real life
that you can disagree with, and you will be able to criticize him for
that.And when this
happens, please know
ahead of time that I am very much looking forward to screaming at you
about how
you “hate America,”
just as you were kind enough to do whenever I voiced my disagreement
with the
policies of the previous president.
Eventually,
maybe President
Obama will even deem it
necessary to involve some portion of the American military in an
engagement that
you deem unnecessary or unwise, and you may choose to say so out loud.This,
naturally, will be
my cue to start
referring to President Obama exclusively as the
“Commander-in-Chief,” shrieking
that you are trying to “bring him down,” and
accusing you of wanting
American soldiers to die.
Should
assembled onlookers
begin to spit on you at this
point, please be advised that this is “what you get for
hating America.”
But
what
am I saying?I
don’t need to
tell you
that.It was your
idea.
Of
course, I probably
won’t actually do that.None
of us will.It
might be fun for a
few minutes, but
ultimately unsatisfying — like eating a whole bag of candy in
lieu of a real
meal.No matter how
much we might think
we’d enjoy screaming at you, at the end of the day we like
proving you wrong
even better than screaming at you.We
realize you don’t feel the same way… but
that’s just because you can’t prove us
wrong.
And
now
we’re the majority,
and not wrong.
So,
you
did do it to us first,
but we probably won’t do it
back.For the same
reason you don’t
punch back a five-year old as hard as you can, even if the five-year
old
punched you as hard as he could first.
That
would just be cruel.
Especially
if the five-year old
has some terminal disease,
and is only lashing out because he knows he’s dying.
Of
course, that’s not
in the bag yet. It’s
one thing to win a majority, and another
to keep it. One
thing to win when
everyone is broke, and another to hold onto them even after
they’re not broke
anymore and potentially free to once again lose their shit over gay
dudes, sexy
teens, Eminem, and people saying “Happy Holidays”
instead of “Merry Christmas.”
And
in
order to hold them, we,
as smart people, are going to
have to get used to being part of them.Used
to being normal.To
presenting ourselves simply as Americans, rather than as the American
Resistance.And
yes, we are going to
have to stop being embarrassed to smile.It
may feel weird at first, but we have to keep at
it, because a
majority of people are not going to want to be like us anymore if we
don’t.And
a majority of people wanting to be like
us is
what we said we wanted.