My boyfriend, who is in every way a better judge, arbiter, and possessor of taste than I am, and who therefore pays exactly no attention to politics except when forced into uncomfortable proximity by my own retrograde little fetish, asked best: "Why does he talk like that?"
While I was always bothered by Obama's fatuous grandiloquence back in the aspirational days of his campaign, it seems to me in retrospect an almost charming affectation, like Bush's phony drawl--a put-on so regularly worn that it becomes habit, and what, after all, is authenticity but the habituation of the self to its own autobiographical invention? If he never achieved anything even remotely resembling actually compelling oratory, he managed, nevertheless, to do a pretty good impression of an actual orator. If not a great performer, then at least a competent mimic.
But having taken office, he forsook pantomime for pedagogy, and every word he uttered, even when he attempted to crank up the emotional amplitude, came out clipped, sour, and disapproving; the giddy televangelism of his campaign was replaced by a pale parson right out of Samuel Butler; the change is especially glaring when he attempts to work in the word "folks," which has evidently wholly supplanted the tired "people" as the collective noun of choice in the political lexicon, though Barack Obama saying "folks want to get back to work" is like Bill Moyers saying "truck nutz on my F-150" or Tim Tebow saying "I am a heterosexual"--not so much inauthentic (see above) as implausible given the observable characteristics.
Did he say anything interesting? Jobs, mortgages, jobs, business, taxes. I seem to recall some generic bellicosity toward Iran and I definitely remember hearing that hoary Albrightism, "the indispensable nation." I have always enjoyed that phrase. It suggests a single, sad bag of Cheetohs resting lazily between the coil and the glass, refusing to fall into the hopper, and a single, sad, very fat man banging a futile palm against the other side of the vending machine.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Straits of the Union
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or Tim Tebow saying "I am a heterosexual"--not so much inauthentic (see above) as implausible given the observable characteristics.
Still pining away for Timmuh, I see. Face it...even he acknowledged it, Maurice Bachmann will benefit from the situation. Not our humble host
Tebow gay? No way!:
http://www.wireimage.com/celebrity-pictures/quarterback-for-the-Denver-Broncos-Tim-Tebow-poses-for-photos/137364332?r=137364332,137364330&st=Search
Its all part of your sick jackie thing, man.
Instance of "people" in the transcript: 23. Instances of "folks": 3.
Of course, Obama may have said "folks" in all 26 places, for all I know. (The idea of spending hours of my precious life listening to a SotU speech is right up there with dentistry.) Although I doubt it because the guy is known to read whatever the teleprompter says.
I imagined a much more scathing post on this occasion. I for one thought Obama was maybe reading the speech for the first time on the TelePrompTer.
Federer and Sharapova have been playing some pretty good tennis at the Australian Open.
mmm, Cheetos.
Best moment of the night was the description of the Seal raid on OBL: "the mission only succeeded because every member of that unit trusted each other -- because you can’t charge up those stairs, into darkness and danger, unless you know that there’s somebody behind you, watching your back."
Anyone else reminded of the GZA: "I gotcha back but you best to watch your front 'Cause it's the niggaz who front, they be pullin' stunts"?
he's got a flag with the names of those seals on it (he didn't say signatures) - didn't i hear that a lot of them died in a helicopter not so long afterwards?
If there was any actual power in the Chamber last night, I missed it, excepting possibly Warren Buffett's secretary, who was there as a sort of dangling comparison. Federal power has been teleported off site, and we're now being led by low-res holograms, and maybe we should have a national dialog about it?
Mitch Daniels, by contrast, seemed haunted by integrity. Two seconds after he appeared, we all knew he was a clansman.
"Banks had made huge bets . . . with other people's money."
Not fraud on a global scale.
I liked it when Tebow said he was too busy for a girlfriend. That line had whiskers when young Rock Hudson was using it.
I didn't realize Tebow was so transparent to everyone else too. Pretty clearly a classic Haggard case.
Butterfingers
gay ass quarterbacks...
I hate the word folks, doubly so when spoken by a politician. It just fucking drips with condescension.
"It suggests a single, sad bag of Cheetohs resting lazily between the coil and the glass, refusing to fall into the hopper, and a single, sad, very fat man banging a futile palm against the other side of the vending machine."
Try as you like, M'sieur, you will never come up with as profoundly disturbing image of futility as that with which Wells ends "The Time Machine" ...
That being said, yours is pretty good.
Who knew the Chosen One had such a hard on for the Volksgemeinschaft
I have never understood the claims that Obama was a great orator. And what is that phony accent he uses supposed to be? It sounds like a cross between a Texas twang and a Valley girl vibrato. You actually listened to his speech? I read the first paragraph of his “speech” and couldn’t force myself beyond that point. Even I’m not that much of a masochist.
Enron - actually a critical distinction in the rise of hard right ideology in Germany - the use of gemeinschaft as opposed to gesellschaft. Within gemeinschaft, human identity is construed as an accident of the state, so it surprises me little that such 'folkisms' are coming to the fore again.
This was the principle focus of one philosopher of the reich, a herr Heidegger...
As Leslie Caron used to sing ...
A song of love is a sad song,
Heidegger, Heidegger, hi-lo ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C8z1wUn9A4
Seriously, though, good point, lucid.
and then the fat guy stops banging on the vending machine and grabs it with both hands, rocking it backwards and forwards, in the hope of dislodging the bag of Cheetos
see http://www.cheetos.com/
rocking it backwards and forwards, backward and forwards, until it tips over on him
Well Dear IOZ I think you are suggesting that Ms. Lindsay Vonn is about to turn into a fag hag... oh well.
Gotta say, I'd pay good money to hear Bill Moyers say "fuck my truck Nutz"
"what, after all, is authenticity but the habituation of the self to its own autobiographical invention?"
That's a good definition of something. Character, maybe?
You could do the same thing to truth: what is truth, but everything that's ever been experienced by anything? There's a word for this approach to truth: phenomenology.
You don't need a notion of transcendent (immaterial, absolute, Platonic, etc.) truth for there to be a useful distinction between truth and falsity. Truth is a product of evolution. Animals that act on judgments about their environments find it useful.
Authentic/inauthentic is a distinction that works. A two year-old in a healthy environment is authentic all the time, a 13 year-old in a classroom not as much. Inauthenticity happens when the 2 year-old invents a self in response to the demands of others in its environment. For example, heterosexual Tebow.
@Anon 12, poetically true--but 2Pac said it better.
t.h.u.g.l.i.f.e.4evah
for Anon12 again, check 2pac:
http://higharka.blogspot.com/2012/01/2pac-on-sotu.html
(Oh, and last but not least, IOZ, fucking brilliant post. Your spur-of-the-moment metaphor is so good that it prompts many insecure regular readers to whine about subtle variations in its quality. If you keep up the good work, this one will continue enjoying it.)
I dig your point about "habituating the self to auto biographical invention," but I hope you're not going all Whorf-Sapir on our asses.
Not to say that "stories won't be told."
Look at us.
There are surely "hypothalamic and other levels of 'self'" that are intransigent to words and story-telling, what one would call, "the hard-regulated stuff," not the soft-regulation of words.
The big dinner napkin of cortex doesn't get through dinner all by its lonesome. It likes food on the table.
Whorf-Sapir, CompoundF?
Whorf-Sapir?
I thought the last person who remembered them was a Navaho expert on special relativity eking out a scanty living teaching Eskimos new words for snow ...
for High Arka from Anon12: 2Pac called it, no question. Speaking as an insecure regular reader, I'd like to propose a truce between the East and West coasts.
Navajo
wait, you're GAY?!
Dude proclaims he won't rape women like other fellow footballers, so dude must be the gay. Got it.
I've seen spinals, Dude. This guy can walk.
Nava-jo-mama, as they say in the 'hood, Nonny ...
@DeLenda
Whenever I hear the word "useful" I reach for my gun.
The Dull Sycophant
to The Dull Sycophant:
"DeLenda" as in "Carthago delenda est" ????
Heidigger was a boozy beggar.
rap sucks
Eerily,
you may or may not be surprised how often ideas are exhumed; eyes sewn open; stuffed in a passenger seat.
Compound F -
I always knew there was a deeper metaphysical meaning to "Weekend at Bernie's".
And you've elucidated it for me!
Thank you !
Dull S,
You violent bastard.
Useful as in "can help someone make sense of the world," not "can help someone set up a bureaucracy and hire muscle to enforce their ideas," if that's the objection.
I loved it when he said "fuk u Newt.
I'm going to Uranus".
I just laughed and laughed
Wenn ich Kultur höre ... entsichere ich meinen Browning
... my dear useful idiot.
The Dull Sycophant
Move over Eerily, there's a new dude who wants to tell us about his blawg.
Foodie Friday!
You know what, IOZ? I'm gonna apologize about that comment at 11:02am. I just saw a clip of Tebow speaking and I'm now in full agreement. Gay.
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