THE SOUND OF GLOVED HANDS CLAPPING! On Hardball, Matthews is troubled again—by tape of Clinton clapping: // link // print // previous // next //
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 2007
FLIRTING WITH THE TRUTH: It was unwise for Bill Clinton to say it; a candidate, or a campaign, cant take the lead in such matters. But in Clintons ill-advised speech in Las Vegas, he started to tell the actual story of the past fifteen years—the story we liberals have refused to discuss. As best we can currently piece it together, heres a chunk of what he said:
BILL CLINTON (11/5/07): We saw what happened the last seven years when we made decisions in elections based on trivial matters. We listened to people make snide comments about whether Vice President Gore was too stiff. And when they made dishonest claims about the things that he said that he'd done in his life. When that scandalous swift boat ad was run against Senator Kerry. When there was an ad that defeated Max Cleland in Georgia, a man that left half his body in Vietnam. Why am I saying this? Because, I had the feeling that at the end of that last debate we were about to get into cutesy land again. "Ya'll raise your hand if you're for illegal immigrants getting a driver's license. So, we then let the Republicans go ahead saying all the Democrats are against the rule of law.Clintons statement was unwise—but important, and accurate. Its the story we liberals have refused to tell about the politics of the past fifteen years—the period in which (to cite one example) George Bush ended up in the White House when the mainstream press corps spent two years ma[king] dishonest claims about the things Gore hadnt said. And please note: Though Clintons statement is now being doctored on cable, he seems to be talking about Russert and Williams, not Obama and Edwards, when he comments on last weeks debate. It was the moderators, not the candidates, who said (in effect), "Ya'll raise your hand if you're for illegal immigrants getting a driver's license, thereby taking us into cutesy land again. In this statement, Clinton came dangerously close to explaining the politics of the past fifteen years.
No, a candidate—a campaign—cant say such things; the press corps will instantly savage them for it. But Clinton was flirting with the truth in this statement—the truth we liberals have refused to tell, the truth we keep voters from knowing.
THE SOUND OF GLOVED HANDS CLAPPING: Once in a while, the glossy magazines give us a taste of High Insider Washington Culture. Vanity Fair offers the service this month, in a long report by Maureen Orth. Orth is Tim Russerts wife.
In fairness, Orth is serving as the journalist here; she is simply reporting the inanity which forms the heart of her tedious article. But she wastes no time telling us, right at the start, that this is her milieu too. In her first paragraph, she recalls the good old day when she boated with Jackie. Right from the start, we get the message. Orth is a player too:
ORTH (12/07): Red Fay, undersecretary of the navy under John F. Kennedy, was a charming bon vivant, a great pal of the presidents, and the uncle of my roommate at Berkeley in the 60s. So it was my great good luck, on my very first trip to the capital, in May 1964, just six months after Kennedys assassination, to have Uncle Red invite me to dinner on the presidential yacht, the Sequoia. A few minutes after we arrived on board, I was amazed to see not only Jackie Kennedy but also Bobby and Ethel Kennedy and Jean Kennedy Smith and her husband, Steve Smith, walking up the gangplank. They were followed by George Stevens Jr., the youthful head of the U.S. Information Agencys motion-picture division; the Peruvian ambassador and his wife; and my roommates parents, Mr. and Mrs. Charles McGettigan, of San Francisco. This was one of Jackies first nights out since the tragedy, but she greeted everyone graciously. She was in ethereal white and spoke little during dinner, except to the historian Arthur Schlesinger Jr., who was seated to her right.The descriptions of Orths early social successes proceed apace from there. Soon, though, she gets to the consummate nonsense which forms the heart of her piece.
As far as we know, Orth was not to the manor born. (She served in the Peace Corps after college.) And her husband does come from working-class Buffalo—a world whose superior values he flogs in books he writes in his Nantucket cottage, just down the rose-cover ed lane a splash from Jack Welch, his long-time owner. But then, Russert and Orth have worked very hard to become top players in Insider Washington, according to D.C. insider Chuck Conconi. Again, heres part of that rare, semi-penetrating profile of Russert by USA Todays Peter Johnson:
JOHNSON (11/1/00): As a child, "I always wondered what it was like in Washington and the world," says Russert, who since Labor Day has shed 20-plus pounds from his bulky frame. But he says he never would have dreamed, helping Sister Mary Lucille put out a mimeographed special edition on President Kennedy's death, that one day he would grill national leaders.Sadly, Johnsons profile—and Orths inane report—give us a (partial) picture of our multimillionaire press corps. Liberals need to come to terms—badly—with what this picture means.
For ourselves, weve never met Orth; weve chatted with Russert a couple of times, and yes, hes the nicest guy in the world. But multimillions affect even nice people, even those whose spouses started out in the Peace Corps. Human nature makes it plain: You simply cant have a middle-class democracy with a multimillionaire press corps. Thats especially true when that multimillionaire press corps works the way our current group does, with narratives invented at the top, then parroted by the eager young climbers who hope to be rich players too.
What happens in a middle-class nation when multimillionaires run the press corps? Citizens are handed perfect monstrosities, of the type they were served on last nights Hardball. Chris Matthews is a Welch-endowed multimillionaire too; he too summers, with Jack, on the Island of Swells. In what follows, we see the kind of brain-rotted swill he dished to the rubes and the peons last night. Once again, Matthews was deeply troubled by videotape in which Hillary Clinton could be seen clapping her hands. He spoke with Julie Mason, Jonathan Capehart and Matt Continetti, a trio of fresh-faced, eager young climbers who would never dream of telling their host that hes a certified nut-case.
As we start, Mason is displaying her knowledge of current Hardball scripts. She says she still has no idea where Clinton stands on the drivers license matter:
MASON (11/6/07): I still dont know where she stands on that issue. Do you? I have no idea.This was the second time in the past two weeks when Matthews played tape of Clinton clapping her hands, then told the world how crazy it is that she does such a thing. (For previous transcript, see below.) And as usual, it all came back to gender for Matthews. Last night, it was all about the things men tend to do with their hands.
Youre right! Matthews citing bizarre behavior is like a chimp saying you live in the trees. But in the past few weeks, Hardball has entered full propaganda mode, trashing Clinton at every turn and begging its viewers to see the greatness of the alternates, Obama and Edwards. Of course, this is precisely what he did in 1999, when he tried to keep Gore from the Dem nomination, before going on to trash him savagely all through the general campaign. Next week, well take you on an historical stroll through some of this fruitcakes most egregious past work. You might be surprised to recall a fact: Weve sat through this movie before.
But in his current crackpot displays, Matthews shows us what occurs when a middle-class democracy is run by a multimillionaire press corps. Matthews, like Orth, once served in the Peace Corps. Today, he plays the clown on national TV; for her part, Orth prances about, recording the pensees of the worlds biggest swells. And Orths gruesome husband joins with Matthews, reciting the lies of the right-wing tanks. Once again, here are Welchs made men on Mondays Hardball, reciting those decades-old lies—the ones our big plutocrats paid money to craft:
RUSSERT (11/5/07): If youre going to make tough decisions as a president, you have to answer tough questions. What are you going to do? Show us how youre going the lead us. Everyone knows Social Security, as its constructed, is not going to be in the same place its going to be for the next generation [sic]. Democrats, Republicans, liberals, conservatives.Do you think these guys really believe that? No, Russerts statement didnt parse, but his sentiment was perfectly clear. Everyone knows that Social Security is in trouble for the next generation, he clearly was saying. (After that, he joined Matthews in saying that the whole thing is a big ponzi scheme!) But as a reader reminded us yesterday, that everyone doesnt include Alan Greenspan, who told Russert on Meet the Press, in September, that Social Securitys modest (projected) shortfalls just arent that big a deal. See THE DAILY HOWLER, 9/28/07, to see Russert told this by Ayn Rands best friend. But then, this isnt the first time Russert has forgotten things he was told on his famous TV show. Next week, well remind you of that history too, when we review the past work of these men.
But this is what youre going to get when you tolerate a multimillionaire press corps. In the past two weeks, Matthews has gone into over-drive; on two occasions, he has even played tape of Clinton clapping her hands, bitching about it to the wide world while compliant young climbers look on. On Hardball, were now seeing press-as-propaganda to a truly astounding degree.
But one last question does have to be asked: Why have we liberals put up with this nonsense? Yesterday, via a series of links, we encountered this previously-unread, ten-month-old post by Joan Walsh, in which Joan said how she happens to love Matthews on Hardball. The time has come to ask why that is. Lets face it: Matthews is a semi-sane, multimillionaire hit-man. Why do our leader endorse this conduct? Why do our leaders support this?
TOMORROW: Delayed! Pimping Russert!
WHEN FRUITCAKE MET SALLY: Matthews previous problem with Clintons hand-clapping occurred on October 26, as the loathsome socialite, Sally Bedell Smith, sat purring beside him on Hardball. In this same session, Matthews went on, at considerable length, about the Cubs and the Yankees—about what a big fraud Clinton is.
As we start, Smith—a masterful fabricator—is complaining about Freedom of Information requests. But uh-oh! Tape starts to play of someone clapping her hands, and her host is fatally distracted. Note the way the purring Smith plays along with her hosts lunacy. Darlings, this is the way its done inside Maureen Orths finest salons:
SMITH (10/26/07): You know, there have been Freedom of Information requests that began to pile up there starting in January of 2006. And when I was in there in 2005 and said I had a deadline of the spring of 2007, [the curator] said, Forget about it. You know, maybe—you know, maybe 10 years away, you might be able to find something like that.Is this a Chinese thing? Matthews asked. Next week, well see him making similar fruitcake remarks—about Gore, in 1999.
The depth of stupidity to which these people will stoop is truly a wonder to see. But isnt it time we asked a question: Why have our leaders accepted this conduct? Why do our leaders applaud this?