- You could fill your lederhosen with razor blades and
ride a bicycle down some steps. You could administer yourself a boiling-hot
clyster of Drano and minced cactus. You could irritate a pride of lions
whilst bedecked in a ham waistcoat. But why take the easy way out? It's
better to stand and fight. I refer to the deeply Sisyphean task of opposing
the neofascist regime which has taken over the United States. There, I
did it. I used the word 'fascist', which places me in that camp, even if
the word was prefixed with the modifier 'neo' as in 'o neo f the worst
ideas ever'.
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- It's been a long time coming, and not just because of
Bob Dole's Viagra (humorous joke, get it? Long time never mind). For all
its strenuous efforts, I could never give the Bush administration that
much credit before. Fascism is such a heavy term, so loaded with images
of greasy newsreel dictators in Sam Browne belts and tall boots. Too many
commentators leapt on the 'Orwellian' and 'fascist' bandwagons too quickly
into Bush's sic volo, sic jubeo term of office. After all, wasn't the WWI
Sedition Act far worse than Ashcroft's Junior Inquisition? How about the
McCarthy Era, when a ventriloquist's dummy nearly destroyed our nation's
freedoms, just to deny Dalton Trumbo the screenwriting credit for 'Roman
Holiday'? For a long time I couldn't quite slap the 'F' word, as fascism
is coyly known among lefties, on Bush and his minions. No matter how naughty
the Man Who Would be President might be, for my tastes he never hit that
perfect Kafka note-- until recently. Him and his people weren't really
fascists. Just execrable excrudescent assholes. But 2003 has changed all
that.
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- These people are fascists, and they make Mussolini look
like a mezzafinook. There is no component of American liberty of which
they are unwilling to relieve us, and no aspect of American life upon which
they are unwilling to relieve themselves. Where to begin? First, we must
define 'fascism'. It is a term like 'love', about which it can be said
that everybody knows exactly what it means, and nobody knows what they're
talking about. Luckily I know everything and so can clear the matter up,
particularly if I consult Mussolini's own diary, which I picked up on Ebay
for a song (the song was 'That's Amore' as sung by Dean Martin). For those
not fluent in Italian, I will paraphrase the definition before me in Il
Duce's crabbed hand:
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- Fascism is an extreme right-wing ideology which embraces
nationalism as the transcendent value of society. The rise of Fascism relies
upon the manipulation of populist sentiment in times of national crisis.
Based on fundamentalist revolutionary ideas, Fascism defines itself through
intense xenophobia, militarism, and supremacist ideals. Although secular
in nature, Fascism's emphasis on mythic beliefs such as divine mandates,
racial imperatives, and violent struggle places highly concentrated power
in the hands of a self-selected elite from whom all authority flows to
lesser elites, such as law enforcement, intellectuals, and the media. What
a rush. Must buy Clara a new hat.
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- I couldn't have said it better myself. If we accept this
general definition of fascism, we can be forgiven for rushing to the bedroom
and throwing some clean underwear into a portmanteau ere catching the next
train to Toronto. But we must stand our ground, however eroded it may be.
Our freedoms have been undermined at home. Our nation has engaged in an
outrageous military adventure overseas, the tissue-thin justification for
which has disappeared completely, leaving America in the awkward position
yclept 'hostile invader' by entities such as the United Nations (you remember
them, those nice colored folks over on 39th Street?) Meanwhile our states
have mostly gone bankrupt, the first tax cut during wartime since the 1840's
-more wealth for the wealthy- is in the works while corporate feudalism
runs rampant, our ability to respond to authentic terrorist threats has
been hobbled, the voting system has been co-opted by digital pirates in
the Republican party, the electoral system in general is hostage to big
money, our healthcare system is in meltdown, our national budget is so
far in the red we have to import ink from China just to keep up; the prison
population is exploding while our schools implode, civil rights are verklempt
and vivisepulturated, our businesses are folding by entire sectors while
the military-industrial complex thrives, and our environment is sinking
into crisis with the North Pole melted and environmental regulation evaporating
like so much ozone. Meanwhile, Jesus Christ is sleeping in the Lincoln
Bedroom.
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- But because the American media has ceased to make its
own news, relying instead on a kind of government-hosted charabanc tour
for journalists, nobody is questioning this lunatic national retrenchment
in a public forum- instead, we demonize Arabs and teenagers and black people
and homosexuals and poor folks and drug users and anyone, God bless them,
who has ever performed fellatio. And that's only the tip of the scheisseberg.
These are all harbingers and symptoms and outcomes of fascism. But still,
fascism is such an extreme notion. Once could argue that these many fresh
hells are the result of simple criminal mismanagement, and for some time
I have been so inclined (to argue thus, not to criminally mismanage. For
the latter I'd need an MBA.)
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- What specific enormity cemented the notion of Bush and
his cabal as 'fascists' in my mind? If I could sit out all of the above,
surely nothing could compel me to apply the scarlet 'F' to these vendible
quantum-larrikins and their erstwhile leader, the Ivy-League demagogue
bogtrotter George W. Bush. I can tell you the very moment, and if you missed
it, it's worth finding a dog-eared copy of the video and viewing it entire,
although I caution you to keep a bucket handy- these images are too graphic
for many American stomachs.
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- An aircraft carrier in the Pacific, about an hour from
San Diego, California. You could row that far. A couple of jets on deck
as props, lots of giddy sailors. Here comes an airplane! It lands in the
accustomed manner. Out springs the Boy Prince, the Dauphin of D.C., the
VIP of the GOP, George W. Bush in full military flight suit, with his ejector
harness giving him the worst moose knuckle in presidential history. A bit
of video for the election commercials just in case the Democrats don't
all curl up and die on their own, what's the harm in that? I wish it was
that simple. But what we really saw in that moment was a coup d'etat. The
president isn't supposed to wear a uniform. He's a civilian. Rough Rider
Teddy Roosevelt strapped on a pistol now and then and we've had generals
who made president before. That Kennedy fellow was a war hero, too, and
Bush Senior, the one who got elected, did his bit in the Pacific while
Grampy Prescott was supporting the Nazis in Europe. But when they were
president none of these men put on military uniforms. They understood that
there are three sacred lines with regard to American democracy that can
never be crossed: the line between privilege and power, the line between
Church and State, and the line between civilian and military leadership.
Cross any of them, and you're at fascism's doorstep. Cross two, you're
on the threshold with your hand on the doorknob.
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- George W. Bush, son of unimaginable privilege, crossed
the first line when he was selected to be president by the Supreme Court
and accepted the job. He crossed the second line when he revealed his divine
imperative, such as when (after the disaster of 9/11) he spoke of being
"chosen by the grace of God to lead at that moment." (attributed
by Tim Goeglein, deputy director of White House public liaison and a barrel
of laughs at any party.) When George climbed out of that airplane in his
shiny new war suit, he didn't just carry his own cute little self across
the deck: son of privilege, chosen of God, and wearing a military uniform,
he passed through the doorway from mere wickedness to fascism. Our struggle
in the time ahead is to resist the urge to follow him.
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- Ben Tripp is a screenwriter and cartoonist. He can be
reached at: credel@earthlink.net
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- http://www.counterpunch.org/
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