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The Ministries of Truth Weigh In

The Ministries of Truth

What is going on here? The president is setting the tone, and a host of truth departments are his choruses.

Eric Holder’s job description did not include calling us “a nation of cowards.” Nor does it include dropping a won case about voter fraud, especially when the perpetrator is a known racist who indulges in “hate speech.” But perhaps Holder thinks he can score a brownie point or two from his boss for his radical rhetoric and symbolic "resistance"?

Ditto Hilda Solis’s silly video calling for workers to report bad employers — “documented or not.” She threw that fillip in about not enforcing the law, despite immigration being outside her purview, since she knew that it would remind her leader that she too is a revolutionary on the barricades.

I don’t think Janet Napolitano’s job at Homeland Security is dealing with “man-caused disasters” like power outages, BP leaks, mine explosions, etc. But again, she wanted Obama to take notice of the fact that she is a true believer by using words that make Muslims feel “good” about themselves.

And then there is Energy Secretary Chu. Why blurt out predictions of “no more agriculture in California”? Instead of figuring out how we are to have enough power to turn on the lights, Chu interjects alarm about the end of farming in the richest agricultural state in the union, part of a green editorial at a time when hundreds of thousands of acres of productive farmland lie idle during one of the wettest years in California's recent history.

What was “boot on their neck” about, Secretary Salazar? That brag assures Obama that his Interior secretary is on board, and can use the Chicago way to shake down $20 billion.


We could do this all day -- Van Jones and his various lunacies, Anita Dunn and her Mao worship. The real point is, however, that Obama has set a revolutionary tone, and everyone beneath him is falling all over themselves to trump it -- and thereby gain traction and approval from their leader.

“We are the moment we’ve been waiting for” means that federal officials no longer worry about their tasks within their job description, but, in varying degrees and according to their station, must chant along in a holistic revolutionary process, one that sees traditional American strength as weakness, and sympathizes with those abroad who feel wronged by America. At home, the government is now on occasion one with those who break federal law for revolutionary purposes, against those who have capital and have found success. The law becomes malleable while the rhetoric reflects the higher calling of social justice.

Notice to truth ministries: on race, we got the message from “stupidly,” “typical white person,” “clingers,” “cowards,” and “wise Latina.” From now on it’s all redundant.

On capitalism and free enterprise, we got the message from the Chrysler broken contracts; the slurring of surgeons, Las Vegas, and insurance companies; “kick ass” and “boot on the neck”; “redistributive change”; “spread the wealth”; “them”; and “they,” etc. No need for any more.

Overseas, on day one it was the al Arabiya interview. After that, the Cairo speech and the NASA al Jazeera interview were just relish.



This Saturday morning Bruce Thornton and I will try, as old men try, to do the Kaiser summit hike (e.g., 3.5 hours up, 2.75 hours back, 45 minutes at summit). I have no idea how many, if any, will join us. We start at the forest service hiking parking lot (small: 4-5 cars only), at the end of Deer Creek Road (1/4 mile), near the D and F pack station, which is also about ¼ mile on the right past Lakeshore at Huntington Lake (can be Googled). We will walk over there and start right at 7AM, hoping to get back by 2-3 PM.


A most unusual person

I don’t get involved in the particulars of promoting political candidates. If I did, it would probably hurt more than help those I look kindly upon (e.g., I just walked into a Fresno Target and was accosted by an angry pastor who went off on my column about Obama as a tragic figure; these "incidents" are near weekly occurrences in the conservative Fresno area; but oddly nonexistent elsewhere in more liberal places).

I know about a dozen congressmen, and have met some senators. But in New York’s 20th Congressional District this year one of the rarest individuals I have ever met is now running for Congress, and as a first-time candidate. He is a conservative, but then so are hundreds of office seekers.

Chris Gibson, however, is different from the rest of us. His past is almost mythical: PhD from Cornell, author of a good book on military/civilian relations, 24 years in the military, retired at rank of colonel, West Point instructor, 7 overseas deployments (4 in Iraq), a medal winner for gallantry (4 bronze stars), wounded in battle (purple heart) -- it goes on and on. I met him when he was a security fellow at Hoover, and again in Iraq when deployed in Anbar province during the surge in 2007. I don’t think I have ever met anyone quite like him — fearless, soft-spoken, 19th century in belief and comportment, honest. I hope readers will learn about his candidacy. I lamented his retirement because I think he would shortly have been promoted to general, and would eventually follow in the Petraeus mold, in the best sense of that characterization. In addition, I am sure that the DNC strategy this fall will devolve into personally denigrating new candidates, given that liberal incumbents in purple districts won’t be able to run on the presidential record of the last two years. But all that said, if we are going to save the country, we need leaders like Gibson, who has always lived the life he advocates. I wish him well. He reminds me of my neighbors now all gone, who used to show up on the farm around 1960, when at 7 I would hide behind the tractors and listen in on them talk with my grandfather — an old breed that is so sorely missed.