National Review’s Jonah Goldberg has written another liberal-baiting book, The Tyranny of Clichés: How Liberals Cheat in the War of Ideas. The American Conservative’s Scott Galupo reviewed it a few weeks ago and revisited it today.
What I get from today’s piece is a reminder that movement conservatism is no less riddled with clichés than is liberalism.
I can’t tell a heckuva lot of difference between Republican and Democrat policies day-to-day, political rhetoric aside, on matters of business. Both are beholden to Wall Street. Neither has anything worthwhile to say about the bizarre and ominous development of “finance” ceasing to be a utility for real industry and having become a very, very lucrative (however temporarily) and major industry in it own right.
This fabulous industry brings us wonders like this, in connection with which which Scott McConnell comments:
I remember a time when financiers who talked about themselves in such language would have been laughed at — yes, even in the Hamptons. There was a Wall Street, and people who worked there made good money. But Americans’ admiration went to the people who actually created tangible goods or developed innovative products. Talent, drive, dedication were admired, and there was no big brief for a leveling equality. No one thought that Henry Ford (before my time, actually) contributed no more to the common good than the average assembly line worker. But neither did anyone believe in the absurdity that financiers –the lubricants perhaps of a successful economy–were synonymous with the engine itself.
When it comes to economics, in short, the Republicans are doubling down on dumb, at least rhetorically. I have to consider the possibility that they mean it, unlikely as that is in politics.
Understand: from religious freedom to liberal groin pieties (Obama’s support for abortion, gay marriage and his refusal even to defend DOMA being notable) and probably several less important things, I’ve got huge issues with Obama. It is unlikely that the Republicans could disgust me enough into voting for him.
But don’t try to sell me the “voting for anyone but Romney is voting for Obama” crap. I didn’t vote for him in the primary and you can’t foist him on me now and tell me I’ve got to vote for him. Just watch me.
Or rather (the secret ballot not yet having been abolished by some Orwellian “Patriot Act”) just guess how I’ve voted as I leave the polls, green at the gills at the nauseating choice between the two top dogs.
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