Flyover Country [Michael Ledeen]
Barbara and I went to Indianapolis for a Toby Keith concert, where we partied with something like 25,000 happy rednecks, most of them young, most of them wearing boots and cowboy hats (and cheering Keith's great song "I Should Have Been a Cowboy"). It's a great show, and he's a wonderful performer, not least because of his deeply moving patriotic songs like "American Soldier," "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue," and " The Taliban," etc.
It's great to get out of the Washington culture of narcissism and spend some time with the rednecks, a.k.a. real Americans . . .
Which, after a week of disgusting anti-Americanism in Washington, nicely summed up our feelings.
You ought to try it. Does wonders for the spirit.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Ledeen Among the Rednecks
Andrew Sullivan correctly pegs the poseur Michael Ledeen:
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Oh the image of Ledeen trying to butch it up amongst the proles.
There's a clip on YouTube of the legendary conductory Wilhelm Furtwangler conducting the Ninth before an audience that includes wounded soldiers and Nazi luminaries.
It's very eerie to watch; it looks like late in the war, and the Germans sit expressionless before this incredible music; a forlorn Nazi sits with a bandage about his head and one eye.
It's like they all know at this point it's over, and I don't care what anybody says, Nazis or not, there's always something sad about that, and the Ode to Joy is so shamelessly beautiful and grandiose, the unmatched acheivement of a people now on the verge of realizing their self-destruction by barbarity and militarism.
The juxtaposition of these things and the gnawing sense that the beauty and the brutality are ultimately inseparable--and where else but Nazi Germany have we had such a jarring juxtaposition?--is just downright depressing, and I'm little cheered by the fact that our own Cabal has such thoroughly vulgarized taste, seemingly in all things.
And who do our would-be national socialists have to play them (and, I fear, us) out? What is their aesthetic? Toby Keith!
Imagine the site of tweed wearing Ledeen partying with all the would-be cowboys. I wonder what they thought of him, that he was on his way to the library and got lost?
Can you imagine Bill Kristol or Douglas Feith at such concert? I can't and nor would they to go to such things. They're not that desperate to mingle among the "rednecks."
The only thing you can say to such nonsense is GAG!
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