Unemployment "Unexpectedly" Rises?

How is it possible for a huge number of neo-liberal media people to be using terms like, “fire him,” “fire her,” and “fire them,” and that temperment not be reflected in a zeitgeist where a huge number of people are getting terminated from their employment, perhaps ending their careers?

Just asking.

It started for me this morning with Bill Press yukking it up with Media Matters President Eric Burns, going down a list with a litany of names for whom the neo-liberal talking heads have little to no use for – Lou Dobbs, Bill O’Reilly, Rush Limbaugh and, of course, Glenn Beck.  “Fire ‘em,” was Bill Press’ screed.

Now my heroine, Larisa Alexandrovna, is pumping up the volume on Sergeant James Crowley, the man who wrongfully detained and arrested Professor Henry Gates, Jr., in his own home last month.  Alexandrovna claims that a history of less than one percent of a police officer’s arrests represents a “track record” of civilian complaints.  I suppose Alexandrovna and RawStory would like prefer it if Officer Crowley be “fired” as well.

Where are all these fellow Americans going to end up and how will they feed their families?

I, for one, would like to see Glenn Beck forced to dial his rhetoric back, perhaps doing some children’s programming for a while, maybe some Adult Swim reruns of “Greg the Bunny,” to blow off some steam.  No, I do not believe he is worth anything close to what Rupert Murdoch is paying him, but Mr. Murdoch is clearly at war with modern civilization: Murdoch does not want what is best for human civilization.  Membership in the billionaire’s club has its privileges, apparently, not the least of which is being able to eat one’s own tail and have plenty left over for the rest of us to feast on.  What a fine example of stewardship for a new millenium.

If Glen Beck cannot make ends meet for less than six figures, he can mow my lawn for what I am paying my lawn person now.  That same offer is available to the rest of this assembly of clowns brought together by their willingness to crawl on their bellies for someone else’s idea of “Jesus.”  I want no part of this Electric Jesus Koolaid party that the world’s globalists have been throwing since Bill Clinton began blazing a trail of slime for them in 1992.

But for supposed progressives to be contributing to this festival of hate speech – I am simply flummoxed.  It is not for the fate of these right-wing, proto-fascist, worm-eaten half-wits on network television that I have my greatest concern, but for the fate of people whose names are appearing on pink slips every day across this once great nation of our’s.  People who are not making anywhere near the sums written on meaningless slips of paper that Glenn Beck and Lou Dobbs are. 

I remember what it was like to be unceremoniously “dumped” from my 13 year career in educational testing; I remember the feelings of alienation and separateness that nearly drove me to put a gun in my mouth because I really thought it was over me.  In spite of Mike Malloy’s invective to the contrary, I would not want to see Glenn Beck following in the footsteps of his suicidally-prone family members.  I despise his behavior, but I would not wish for that level of hopelessness to descend on any human being; and I certainly would not want to see him splattering his head open on national television. 

Enough is god-damned enough, people.  Pistols and ten paces at dawn would be far more honorable than the conjoint trashing of each other that is going on in the media right now.

In fact, that should be the yardstick by which we measure our words for and against each other: would we be willing and able to face our detractors and our perceived enemies to pistols at dawn behind the words we use to sink and foul one another?  This is where so-called liberals need to be taking this debate.  Put up, or shut up.  There is plenty of anger and invective out there to foment a violent revolution, so let’s show some of our supposed liberal courage.

Rather than engaging in the shouting matches that these proto-fascist lunatics try to hook us into, let us simply and resolutely suggest to our questioners and accusers on national television that we settle our differences with some finality; pistolas at dawn.  Put up or shut up, Mr. Dobbs, Mr. Limbaugh, Mr. Beck and Mr. O’Reilly.  And if they don’t possess the stomach for such an activity, let’s compromise and challenge them to a bare-knuckled public brawl.  Enough with all this shameful, pathetic talk.

If I do not have the courage of my convictions, if the passion of my words will not drive me to the lengths our Founding Fathers went to to build this republic, then I need to sit down among the sheeple and watch the show.

Until then, I would personally like to invite any of the aforementioned half-wits to a very public, very final confrontation.  Earn your right to speak as you do in public, ladies and gentlemen, for this is the world of the fascist and the rules by which they would have each of us live.  Since we have no economic clout to stop their destructiveness, we need to take matters to a level that is appropriate for the conflict.

Pistols at dawn or a bare-knuckled brawl.  Winner continues to speak freely and publicly, loser needs to shut the hell up, once and for all.