Early on the fateful November morning following the 2014 midterm election, the GOP arose from the dead; and news of the resurrection sped through airwaves and digital pathways like an Asian tsunami. The pundits couldn’t wait for their turn on stage to analyze, speculate, predict, deliberate, ruminate and fulminate. They did, and they still do; and the analysis avalanche will not end anytime soon. It’s all so juicy, isn’t it? But what you heard from pundits isn’t at all startling. Except for Tom Brokaw who usually tempers or fakes his political bias. Tight-lipped and bitter, he was fiercely churlish in his denunciation of the outcome. The Liar-in Chief, and his lackeys (like Josh Earnest) inferred that the beat-down represented little more than one third of registered voters — meaning, of course, that the two-thirds who stayed home are still loyal to his policies and vision. In truth, the low turnout wasn’t unusual for a midterm; but many experts believed the polarized electorate in 2014 would come to the polls in great numbers. And the Anointed One had no doubt his groupies would lead the charge, flocking to the ballot box to solidify power as a measure of their love and affection. Such is the hauteur of the narcissistic personality. But it didn’t happen. There was no charge — not even a jog. You have a theory, rooted in Psychology 101, that explains the absence of the Democrat (and perhaps Independent) base and it has nothing at all to do with traditional midterm apathy. Millions of Democrat voters would never, could never, go to the polls and commit treason — tapping a GOP name — for any office. These Democrats are not Socialists, not Communists, not even Progressives. These aren’t even the Hard Left. These are mainstream “ancestral” Democrats — they choose the Jackass because their ancestral tree demands it — they can’t cross over to enemy lines and dishonor the family, brothers and neighborhood, anymore than a Tar Heel could embrace a “Dukie.” Just doesn’t happen. But these Dems knew their team was fumbling and stumbling out of control; they grudgingly, perhaps subconsciously, had to do something to stop America’s bleeding; they had to do something, even if it meant letting the enemy in the back door to clean up a six-year-old mess. So they did. They did nothing. By staying home, they could avoid outright betrayal. They could avoid admitting their leader fed them a noxious pot of stew. They could avoid admitting they ate the stew and incomprehensibly went back for a second helping. They could always blame defeat on somebody or something else. But no lessons will be learned from this debacle because blind loyalty, prejudice and predisposition always, always trump intelligence and common sense. If this conclusion were not true, you would witness the end of mob mentality. The GOP now has two years to draft a New Contract With America, to communicate that contract throughout the land and nail it to the Oval Office desk. No petty squabbling. No equivocation. This action alone will help restore sanity and hope for the future. It will lay the groundwork for a stronger America. And, as surely as the sun shines on the Sahara, it will free the rank and file mainstream Dems to go to the polls in 2016 and bow to their ancestral instincts — to their blind loyalty.
Anybody who gives a rip wants to know what’s wrong with the world. Unless you live in a cave or some other remote outpost, every hour, every day, you witness the ugly side of humanity. You want answers. You turn to theological experts who preach faith, love and forgiveness; and then listen as they ask for money. You turn to political leaders who predict a new day and then listen as they ask for money; if you give them money, they want more money; if they get elected, they want more money to keep the job they can’t seem to do without more money. You turn to professional commentators and talking-head experts who offer armchair opinions before they promote their latest books that are always on the NY Times best selling list — books that you can buy with your money that allegedly goes to charity. You turn to the World Wide Web and wade through pop-up windows to learn a heretofore never revealed secret — How You Can Profit From The Next Financial Meltdown — absolutely free — contained in a video library — yours free — when you subscribe to a monthly newsletter — a $595 value for only $19.95 per month — and if not fully satisfied, you pay nothing. Then you turn to the always reliable Dewers Rocks Twist and in no time at all you have an answer. The answer isn’t immediately clear; but after 30 minutes in conference with DRT, you discover that what’s wrong with the world today is what was wrong with the world 100 years ago, 500 years ago and 2500 years ago. And after 60 minutes, you concede something that you debated countless time before — that 80 per cent of humanity always chooses to live peacefully, respecting life, liberty and property. Unfortunately, that percentage leaves 1.2 billion other humans who prefer to either cheat, lie, steal, or murder their way through life. And, routinely, many of these evildoers occupy the highest positions of power — lying, cheating, stealing and committing murder on an epic scale. Later, another Dewers helps recall a Universal Truth — that Evil is as constant, as predictable, as the tide. In a moment of stark clarity, you reach the obvious conclusion: the Evil Minority persists because the Majority doesn’t really believe in Evil. The Majority believes that all humans are Jekyll & Hyde characters, a combination of good and bad, sinners everyone — not to judge, “lest we be judged.” The Majority can’t bear differentiating between Sin and Evil, because to acknowledge Evil, not knowing where you stack up, is a colossal, personal risk. But, if 6000 years of human folly proves anything, it’s that risk is worth taking. At this moment, a week before the 2014 midterm national election, Evil Americans are preparing to lie, steal and cheat their way to power. DRT finally confirms that any voter who casts a ballot for any candidate whose political views diminish individual liberty by even a smidgen – is Evil. Not sinful, mind you. Not mistaken. Not unsettled. Not unscrewed. Not whacko. Not schizzo. Evil. Nothing less. An extreme, wildly irresponsible indictment, you say, daring to malign loving mothers, generous friends, business associates, compassionate neighbors and family members who happen to embrace a progressive ideology. Sorry. Evil has many faces — even beautiful faces — that continue to nourish the ugly side of humanity.
Fox calls the program Outnumbered. The name ostensibly derives from the talk show’s format. Four “foxes” literally surround the dapper male anchor, to debate whatever subject some program director thinks will engage 8th grade mentality, meaning the majority of TV viewers. Male viewers, bored with topical conversation, can always focus on four pairs of fashionably crossed legs, stylish hems enticingly parked at mid-thigh, a prerequisite of all Fox “foxes.” But don’t be misled. These legs have credentials. Former track star Sandra Smith actually took some business classes and minored in speech at LSU before diving into the Wall Street world where her father and many of her other family fiddled with financials. Jedediah Bila, valedictorian at Wagner, studied Spanish and business, earned her Masters at Columbia and taught high school and college students in NY. Kimberly Guilfoyle graduated magna cum laude from Cal Davis, and earned her JD from USF. She interned at the DA’s office in SF and quite understandably modeled Victoria Secret lingerie for local department stores. Harris Faulkner studied business economics and mass communications at the University of California Santa Barbara and worked as a junior accountant before becoming a freelance writer. Rotating panelist Katie Pavlich, primarily known for her journalist work at Townhall.com, authored Fast and Furious: Barack Obama’s Bloodiest Scandal And Its Shameless Cover-Up. Not bad for a 26-year-old outdoor adventuress. And then there’s Tucker Carlson, elder son of Richard Warner Carlson, a former LA news anchor and U.S. Ambassador to the Seychelles; and adoptive mother Patricia Caroline Swanson, heiress to the Swanson food-conglomerate fortune, not to mention great-uncle Sen. J. William Fulbright. Naturally, a son of privilege, he would attend St. George’s School and major in History at Trinity. It all adds up. Education, looks, accomplishment, poise, verbal acuity. Very much the attributes of one Barack Obama, minus the accomplishment, of course. But you digress. Something’s missing. It’s the something that’s missing on most of the popular “talk shows.” With rare exception, young TV desk jockeys never served a day in the military, never owned a business, never met a payroll, never worked in law enforcement, never managed a corporate department, never labored in an industrial factory and never held a hospital bed pan. Yet these experts blithely make authoritative pronouncements on everything from blood and guts military to nuclear weapons to farm subsidies. In sports programming, you surely will see a blond with a short skirt, but at least she’s a moderator for male talking heads who are former athletes — professionals who actually played the game. Thankfully, credibility carries some weight in sport. But you have to give the Fox Network credit for finding beautiful people with sleek legs to deliver news and opinions. Like many of television’s talking heads, Megyn Marie Kelly, she of the ultra demonstrative, staccato delivery, is an attorney who parlayed smarts and glamor to displace the whiny Hannity. Another network (name begins with an “A”) has an even dimmer view of America’s shallow audience, opting to host celebrity talking heads in something called The View. Reminiscent of politics, this network has decided that viewers, like voters, will choose unqualified “celebrities” over persons of accomplishment. At the end of the day, as they say, the “expert” blabbers are no different than you and your expert blabber friends, sitting around the fire and offering opinions about the issues of the day, as if you and they had proprietary information. It’s so much talk, so much chatter, really. But some broadcast experts believe it’s entertainment. Compared to Rap, they do have a point.