Another “liberal” lynch-mob feeding frenzy launched against Tucker Carlson.
He’s not particularly a Trump guy, because he’s not particularly a politician guy, regarding the Democrats as deluded but determined and the GOP as stupid and craven. But, when it comes to the policies Trump ran on, Tucker is brilliantly effective – which is why his opponents want him off the air. As I’ve said on his show from time to time, the left doesn’t want to win the debate, they want to cancel it. Because it’s easier that way. They’ll let you talk about immigration in partisan horse-race terms: the wall, the funding, the court ruling against the executive order…But to do it the way Tucker does – what’s the purpose of mass immigration in an automated society with no jobs for the men who are already here? who does it benefit? why are formerly cohesive communities coming apart? – the left wants to shut down those questions, permanently.
So they’ve besieged his house, and called his daughter a whore at a country club, and organized an advertiser boycott. And the strain of all that is not easy. But he’s still standing. So now the George Soros guys at Media Matters have combed through hours and hours – days; in fact, weeks – of moldering tape, and found the ten seconds here and twenty seconds there that they hope will end his career.
Everybody who goes on radio and TV has those moments. When Tucker was at MSNBC a decade ago, he used to appear each week on a radio show called “Bubba the Love Sponge”, which is the usual shock-jockery – coarse and unconstrained. I’m Mister Squaresville, not my bag. But it’s certainly a lot of other people’s. I believe, at the time of America Alone, I was once invited on, but demurred. Around the same time, at the behest of a publicist who thought I needed to get hep and in the groove, I’d been on a show in, if memory serves, Chicago, and, after a quick tour of my book’s themes, I was asked to weigh in on the topic of the day, which was, ahem, the fashion for industrial-strength pubic depilation. I dodged the question, because somewhere in the back of my mind I had a vision of the CBC greeting the announcement of my appointment as Governor General of Canada by airing a tape in which I utter the words “hairless pudendum” or some such. And, ever since my salad days in small-town radio, I’ve been aware that there’s always someone on the other side of the glass who for whatever reason keeps the audio with a fading label sitting in a drawer year after year – until one day it proves useful.
But, as I said, I’m Mister Squaresville. So Tucker appeared with the eponymous Love Sponge and his sidekicks for an hour a week, and nobody cared – when he was at MSNBC. When he was at Fox News, suddenly the morning-zoo banter became a vital matter of national importance: He agreed that Martha Stewart’s daughter was “c*nty”, he strung along with some girls’ school lesbian jailbait fantasies, he called Britney Spears and Paris Hilton “whores” …and the hosts giggled and chuckled, until one of the guys sitting on the box of tapes decided a decade later it was time to destroy Tucker by any means necessary – which these days means by fake outrage and summer-stock pearl-clutching. Now Media Matters has released more audio. The Washington Post’s headline:
Fox News host Tucker Carlson uses racist, homophobic language in second set of recordings
Oh, my! When you read down deep into the piece, the “racism” charge rests on pointing out that Obama has a white mother, that Iraq is “a crappy place” that’s “not worth invading”, and that white men deserve credit for “creating civilization and stuff”. As is now traditional, in the daily newspaper of the capital city of the dominant nation on the planet, the authors of the piece don’t feel the need to explain what’s objectionable about saying any of that – nor to address the question of whether forbidding such utterances might, in fact, be more objectionable, and on a dangerously slippery slope for a free society.
This is pathetic stuff, but you use what’s to hand.
Carlson, bless his heart, refuses to play the game as demanded, which only enrages them further. Why, the vicious bastard isn’t even bothering to offer up one of the Left’s patented non-apology apologies!
You must always pretend that the people yelling at you are somehow your moral superiors. You have to assume what they say they are mad about is what they are actually mad about. You have to take them at face value. You must pretend this is a debate about virtue and not about power. Your critics are arguing from principle, and not from partisanship.
No matter what they take from you in the end, you must continue to pretend that these things are true. You are bad, they are good. The system is on the level.
But what if we stopped pretending for a minute? What if we acknowledged what’s actually going on?
One side is deadly serious. They believe that politics is war. They are not interested in abstractions or principles, rules or traditions. They seek power, and they intend to win it with whatever it takes. If that includes getting you fired or silencing you, or threatening your family at home, or throwing you in prison, okay. They know what their goal is. If you are in way, they will crush you.
What’s interesting is how reliably the other side pretends that none of this is happening. Republicans in Washington do a fairly credible imitation of an opposition party. They still give speeches. They tweet quite a bit. They make certain noises about how liberals are bad.
But on the deepest level, it’s all a pose. In their minds, where it matters, Republican leaders are controlled by the left. They know exactly what they are allowed to say and believe. They know what the rules are. They may understand that those rules are written by the very people who seek their destruction, but they ruthlessly enforce them anyway.
Republicans in Washington police their own with a never-ending enthusiasm. Like trustees at a prison, they dutifully report back to the ward, hoping for perks. Nobody wants to be called names. Nobody wants to be Trump.
Kevin McCarthy spends half his day telling Republican members not to criticize progressive orthodoxy. Paul Ryan did the same before him. A couple of years ago, the entire Democratic Party decided to deny the biological reality of sex differences, an idea that is insane as it is dangerous. Republican leaders decided to not criticize them for it. They might get upset.
This is a system built on deceit and enforced silence. Hypocrisy is its hallmark. Yet in Washington, it’s considered rude to ask questions about how exactly it works. Why are the people who considered Bill Clinton a hero lecturing me about sexism? How can the party that demands racial quotas denounce other people as racist? After a while, you begin to think that may be their criticisms aren’t sincere. Maybe their moral puffery is a costume. Maybe the whole conversation is an absurd joke. Maybe we are falling for it.
You sometimes hear modern progressives described as “New Puritans.” That’s a slur on colonial Americans. Whatever their flaws, the Puritans cared about the fate of the soul and the moral regeneration of their society. Those are not topics that interest progressives. They’re too busy pushing late-term abortions and cross-dressing on fifth-graders.
These are the people who write our movies and our sitcoms. They are not shocked by naughty words. They just pretend to be when it’s useful. It’s been very useful lately.
The left’s main goal, in case you haven’t noticed, is controlling what you think.
The man’s a true American hero, and every word of this rant sparkles like diamonds. I especially like how Carlson dauntlessly sinks his teeth into not just his Lefty tormenters but their Republican enablers too, unsparingly and without mincing a single syllable. You may not agree with his every single word, which is fair enough; I don’t myself, actually, although I haven’t had cable in years and so don’t see very much of him. Nevertheless, we have all too few like him, and need as many as we can possibly get.
He may well not be “particularly a Trump guy,” as Steyn remarks. But he knows some things that Trump knows also: you never fight these filthy blaggards from a defensive crouch. You never concede their premises. You never act as if you give a damn what they think. You never give them so much as a fucking inch. Not EVER. The moment you do, you immediately retire to your corner and throw in the sponge. Because the fight is then over—and you just lost.