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We at Raw Story's Oh God Here We Go Again desk know that we can't be the only ones whose stomachs are turning at the thought of a renewed military engagement in Iraq.
We marvel at the Big Brass Ones on some people who feel the need to offer their opinions about how the U.S. should conduct itself with regards to recent rise of extremist elements in the country and the loss of two of its major cities to al Qaeda. These people seem to believe that their previous dire wrongness on everything about the topic of Iraq shouldn't preclude them from opining about our nation's current course of action, goodness no.
1. Andrew Sullivan, who has devoted any number of column inches lately to slamming the NeoCons and the war "they" advocated for. In a post today -- the elegantly titled "The Neocons Get A War Chubby" -- Sullivan roundly mocked and scolded re-interventionists, warning the country not to "sink the U.S. right back into the Iraqi quicksand."
Sullivan has long-since disavowed the infamous 2001 column in which he said war critics might collude with al Qaeda to try and take down the U.S. from within, but it tends to linger on in the memory, much as forgotten sushi leftovers will leave behind their distinctive odeur to linger in that drawer in your refrigerator.
"The middle part of the country -- the great red zone that voted for Bush -- is clearly ready for war," Sullivan wrote in the U.K.'s Sunday Times. "The decadent left in its enclaves on the coasts is not dead -- and may well mount a fifth column."
We’ve got your "fifth column" right here, Andy. It’s in our pants.
Nonetheless, on Friday, the reporter known as "the most infamous example of the press's failure in the run-up to that war" was unflushably bobbing up on Fox News to discuss the media's portrayal of Iraq as Irony let herself into the garage and started the car without opening the garage door and waited quietly for the end.
3. Thomas Friedman, the hot air specialist who rhapsodized in May of 2003 that American military might had rightly told the Iraqi people to "suck on this." When the Iraqis declined his offer and the occupation spiraled completely out of control, Friedman insisted over and over that the situation would stabilize in just six more months.
To commemorate this very special failure as a pundit and prognosticator, lefty wags created the Friedman Unit, a six month span of time in which nothing ever happens.
4. The New York Times seems to have conveniently forgotten how sad and diminished the Gray Lady looked locked out on the Bush administration's porch in her bloomers, poor old thing.
Today, columnist Tyler Cowen lamented that the economy is suffering because we don't have any major wars planned after forces come home from Afghanistan at the end of the year. Peace, the libertarian fretted, is bad for business.
Funny they should endorse war as an economic engine right as Iraq appears to be shitting its bed and playing with matches in a fireworks store. I mean, what are the odds?
5. The whole of the so-called Juicebox Mafia. The lines of that particular claque have expanded and contracted to include Ezra Klein and Matt Yglesias and a passel of other Beltway post-teens who were so excited they got to sit at the big kids' table they forgot that they didn't know jack shit about foreign policy and endorsed a war of choice in one of the most volatile regions of the world, wheeee! What could go wrong? We're smart! And cute!
A big, pre-emptive "Shut it!" goes out to Peter Beinart, however, who, in January, 2003, joined the National Review's Jonah Goldberg in a CNN panel discussion in which the two giggled and leered over accusations that U.N. weapons inspector Scott Ritter was a child molester because of allegations that he had communicated over the Internet with a 16-year-old girl.
"I think that he didn't have any credibility to begin with," said Beinart of Ritter. "I mean, this is the guy who never really explained, as Jonah said, why he flipped 180 degrees and became a Saddam mouthpiece. So for me it's irrelevant. I never listened to what he had to say on Iraq to begin with."
"He's now just basically joined Pete Townsend on the Magic School Bus," Beinart continued. "Pete Townsend of the WHO has also been implicated in child porn and things of that nature. But as everybody said, Ritter's credibility, just on the basics of Iraq, was completely shot and now there's even less reason to listen to him."
Scott Ritter's alleged crime? Pointing out that Saddam Hussein didn't have any WMDs and that a U.S. invasion was a bad idea.
6. Ari Fleischer, one of the most pugnacious, pugilistic, and sometimes breathtakingly condescending White House press secretaries in history. Fleischer functioned as a lying administration's able mouthpiece both here and in the combat zone and served the unlikely function in life of making fellow Bush administration shill Dan Senor seem almost non-slimy.
Fleischer piped up on Twitter Friday morning to simultaneously absolve the Bush administration of blame and passive aggressively accuse the Obama administration of squandering gains made by his own masters. Trouble is, he got the year wrong.
"Regardless of what anyone thinks about going into Iraq in 2002," he tweeted -- apparently forgetting that the first bombing raids began in March of 2003, "it's a tragedy that the successes of the 2007 surge have been lost & abandoned."
Bush administration folks are still around, apparently, to remind us in the reality-based community that facts is HARD and stuff.
7. John McCain, you angry, corn-teethed fossil. You've never met a foreign conflict that didn't require MOAR U.S. TROOPS, have you? At least you're consistent, after a fashion. Oh, who are we kidding, you're not consistent at all about anything that might score you some political points and get you on TV!
Things didn't go super well for you on Morning Joe on Friday, though, did they? Impeccably-coiffed refrigerator magnet Mika Brzeznski actually woke up from her boredom-induced coma and called you out right to your face, didn't she, old man?
“What about going [into Iraq] in the first place, and what about churning the hate, and what about taking the Sunnis out of leadership positions in 2003, what about the fact that there might have been some parts of this that were on the previous administration that might be litigated as well?” Brzezinski said.
Then she went on to ask the question everyone in the country should be asking, why does anyone listen to you anyway? If we'd taken your advice, she said, we'd be knee-deep in Syria right now.
"So we're going to be in Iraq and Afghanistan, and then we're also going into Syria, in your estimate?" she asked. "I mean, I'm just wondering how long can we do this? How long can we do this? How long can you ask this of American troops and think it's okay?"
She's right, John. You're like a jumped-up rich boy with no real capital of his own who's bellied up to the blackjack table blowing every single penny of his wife's money just to catch that fleeting winner's high.
Oh, no, wait, that's exactly what you really are, isn't it?
Or, as TBogg so eloquently observed, "Hush you guys. The guy who thought Sarah Palin would make a good vice-president is explaining to us what we should do in Iraq."
I used to think the American Enterprise Institute (AEI) was just a bunch of math nerds whose job was to massage numbers in such a manner that horrific crimes against humanity by corporations could be dismissed with a cost/benefit analysis demonstrating an economic upside, Thus, when a gas leak at Union Carbide's pesticide plant in Bhopal killed 8,000 people in 1984, the AEI could be counted upon to produce a study showing that the mosquito population was decimated, meaning a significant decrease in malaria cases could be expected.
Almost everyone is a winner, unexpected silver linings, high fives, etc..
The AEI's description makes them sound more financial wonky and less culture warrior-y:
The American Enterprise Institute prides itself on producing leading research in several key policy areas that weave a tapestry of the organization's core beliefs: respect and support for the power of free enterprise, a strong defense centered on smart international relations, and opportunity for all to achieve the American dream.
But when you cut to the chase, everything is about the Benjamins, even when you are talking about sexual assault, rape, wife-beating, and college girls majoring in slutting about, with a minor in crying rape.
Yesterday, antiquated Victorian douche device George Will cited AEI numbers as he explained that sexual assault on college campuses is way overstated, particularly if you throw out hilarious hijinks like over-enthusaistic groping and uninvited finger banging . Besides all that, Will points out that coeds are a vindictive coven of blue-ball inflicting whore-demons who are not to be trusted by lusty lads who are not wise in the wicked ways of women.
Wills' argument boils down to: Won't somebody think of the rapey-bros, and the lawsuits that follow?
AEI Resident Schola' Christina Hoff Sommers, who has made it her life's work to save men and boys from her be-boobed cohort (although I don't remember any guy asking her to), questions this whole "rape culture" crisis, saying it is overblown and, you know what else? It reminds Sommers of the McMartin preschool panic where counselors and rabid "feminist activists" persuaded toddlers to say they were molested.
Nowadays, according to Sommers, these same "feminist activists" are persuading child-like coeds who, despite having the reasoning skills of 4-year-old managed to ace their SAT's, that they too were sexually assaulted during a "drunken sexual hook-up."
Silly drunken airhead whores, you totally loved it even if you don't remember it.
Today, the Washington Post (the Cranky Old Man Acres rest home of George Will) gives space to the AEI 's Home Economics Project director W. Bradford Wilcox, to explain to women that they should stop spreading it around all over town and settle down with their baby's daddy because a wedding ring has magical powers protecting them from a beating for buying Bud Lite by mistake instead of Bud Ice Lite.
Under 'One way to end violence against women? Stop taking lovers and get married,' he writes:
This social media outpouring makes it clear that some men pose a real threat to the physical and psychic welfare of women and girls. But obscured in the public conversation about the violence against women is the fact that some other men are more likely to protect women, directly and indirectly, from the threat of male violence: married biological fathers.
This seems to be a suggestion to women to have affairs with married men with children for safety reasons (something the most recent Mrs. George Will can attest to).
To be sure, it doesn’t take a viewing of “The Burning Bed” or “Safe Haven”to realize that married men can and do abuse or assault their wives or daughters. Marriage is no panacea when it comes to male violence. But married fathers are much less likely to resort to violence than men who are not tied by marriage or biology to a female.
Oddly enough, Wilcox doesn't delve into statistics showing married women who ride out the abuse because of the children, fear of reprisal, the economics of divorce, lack of an post-marriage support system, or crippled self esteem leading them to believe they have it coming.
All women face a hostile male culture (note the rise of the Men's Rights Activists) married or not, but the marriage ties that bind keep many women in an abusive relationship long after they should have decamped for a less bruising experience.
Loving arms that hug can also end in fists that punch.
Not that the AEI really cares. They're all about the status quo and the concentration of power and wealth where it rightfully belongs.
You might think that Jerad and Amanda Miller were a couple of murderous right wingers who killed a couple of cops and a bystander before killing themselves in a Las Vegas Walmart.
You sheeple need to wake up.
Alex Jones nailed it yesterday when he told off the White House-controlled media that this was, in fact, another "false flag" operation, and, as any second-grader could tell you, the target of this mind-control operation was none other than Alex Jones himself.
The Austin radio host was in rare form as he blasted his critics, who seem so blind to what's so obvious.
It couldn't be simpler. Back in 2012, Jerad Miller married Amanda Woodruff in Lafayette, Indiana because the chemtrails over that fair town had triggered the preprogramming in their brains which MK-Ultra operatives had implanted years earlier.
Employing a clever cover story -- that Jerad was a convicted felon and was having a hard time making ends meet, and that the couple supported Independent American Party candidate David VanDerBeek in his run for Nevada governor -- the couple followed the plan that had been written for them and moved to Harry Reid-controlled Las Vegas in January of this year.
The couple had already signed up for accounts at websites associated with Jones, and had posted anti-government and anti-police screeds painstakingly written for them by MK Ultra spooks.
In a nice touch to throw off patriots who might have sussed out what was going on, Jerad and Amanda dressed as movie costume characters for tourist tips on the Strip. Who would ever suspect Captain America of plotting to bring down America?
Everything was in place. The Clark County Sheriff's Office claims that on Sunday, the couple went into a Cici's pizza restaurant and committed an unspeakable act, offing two cops at point-blank range. (Note the symbolism that would not be missed by the globalists funding the government's sham operation -- "CiCi's"= "CC," clearly evoking Chelsea Clinton, which would be reported in the media and would in turn trigger other cells to begin their operations elsewhere.)
Not only was this operation clearly an elaborate setup to smear Jones, with the liberal media dutifully attacking Jones seemingly within minutes of the attacks, but it was almost comically easy to spot as a "false flag."
In fact, we expect patriots will soon conclude that this event never actually happened at all, and Jerad and Amanda Miller are having a good laugh, along with the two cops they supposedly killed but who of course never existed. The sheriff's office says the killings were caught on videotape, and we can only laugh that they expect us to take their CGI wizardry seriously (not that we'll ever get to see the tape. Which of course never existed in the first place).
These false flag attacks by the government are getting so numerous and so easy to spot, you have to wonder why the globalists keep trying the same thing, over and over, all in an attempt to besmirch Alex Jones and take your guns away. Seriously, it didn't work the first 100 times, and the MK Ultra Masonic International Bankers should just stop trying.
But let us tell you just how far the globalists will go to destroy freedom-loving Americans.
Recently, I was asked to speak at Above Top Secret radio because of my reporting about that most conspiratorial of cabals, the Church of Scientology.
And while I was waiting to go on air, I got to listen to a panel of longtime, veteran UFO and conspiracy experts talking about Elliot Rodger, the false flag "murderer" who supposedly killed some (nonexistent) sorority gals at UCSB.
I was fascinated by the conversation: These oldtimers, who love a good conspiracy, were grousing that the "false flag" phenomena was ruining their field.
Here they had spent years looking into everything from government-controlled weather to alien visitation to anomalies on Mars and elsewhere, and suddenly, no one cared.
They griped and moaned that this new crowd, who kept going on about how everything in the news was a "false flag," and that no one was actually hurt at the Boston Marathon bombings, or at UCSB, or at Sandy Hook -- that it was all so obviously off-the-charts nutty, it was giving the conspiracy field a bad name.
And then it dawned on me.
My God, even a second-grader could see it! Who was responsible for destroying the conspiracy field? Who was turning the world of speculative investigation, UFOlogy, cryptozoology, and so many other promising fields of inquiry into one, big, false flag joke?
As the thought took hold in my brain, I could see it plain as day. Born in 1974, the year after MK Ultra "ended" -- at least officially -- and in Dallas, where the mother of all conspiracies was born 11 years earlier.
Of course! Who was responsible for turning an entire segment of the population into a drooling, brain-addled mob just ripe for government manipulation and exploitation?
It was there under our noses all the time. Alex Jones is a false flag. Probably controlled by HAARP antennas and fluoridation.
Last night's episode of Game of Thrones desperately wanted to be this season's "Blackwater" -- a single episode that, instead of skipping around Westeros and Essos, told the story of a single battle -- but unlike that earlier episode, "The Watchers on the Wall" felt oddly thin, like it was an excuse to have a battle, instead of a battle that came as the culmination of a season-long arc.
Like "Blackwater," this episode was directed by Neil Marshall, and it's a technical achievement, especially for television. But because so much of this season has revolved around what's happening in King's Landing, the episode's epic sweep felt unearned -- so much so that the single death we witnessed last week feels much more consequential than the hundreds upon hundreds we saw this one.
Case in point, the episode opens with John and Sam playing little lawyers atop the Wall, interpreting their vows in such a way that -- unlike their brothers who disregard them when they venture into Mole's Town -- they are allowed to have sex with women. Then they have a typical Sam-and-John conversation, in which Sam asks John about what it's like to have lived, really lived in the world, and the semi-articulate Snow does a terrible job trying to answer him.
The show even acknowledges as much: "I'm not a bleeding poet," Jon says, to which Sam replies, "No, you're really not."
The scene then shifts south of the Wall, where Ygritte is involved in a contest to see who's the most masculine, and initially she tries to deflate the egos of the other participants. "I know you never fucked a bear, you know you never fucked a bear," she said, "and right now, I don't want to think about the bear you never fucked."
But then she starts participating in it, claiming that she's carving more arrows to put in Jon Snow's heart -- which is an admirable attempt to lend the upcoming battle some personal stakes, but it comes across as less as humanizing than petty, especially since it immediately followed a stirring lie about man-bear love.
Back at Castle Black, Sam is reading a book, and then even blind, old Aemon Targaryen enters the dick-swinging competition. "I met many girls," he said, when he was "a future king, and some of them were quite forward in their attempts to win my affections." When he talks of the one who "succeeded" being more real to him in his memory than Sam is sitting right there in front of him, he may as well be talking about the episode, which feels less substantial in front of our faces than our memories of last week's episode.
Sam then lets Gilly into Castle Black and -- just in case you haven't noticed that this is a theme -- starts talking to her about what it means to be a man, and he presumably would have continued his disquisition if Mance Rayder hadn't set everything north of the Wall afire.
And then the battle begins. I'm not going to recapitulate every moment in the battle, because as technically impressive as it was, that's all it really is -- a technically impressive battle scene. It begins somewhat promising, with Ser Alliser giving Jon the opportunity to say, "I told you so," but it quickly devolves into scenes that could have been far less generic than they were.
For example, when Alliser informs the men of the Night's Watch that the people trying to infiltrate the Wall "eat the flesh of the men they kill," that should be a moving scene. It's delivered in a significant and memorable location, but Marshall lights the scene in a manner that makes it difficult to tell. It could have been a moving moment -- these people will die fighting on the very ground where they were trained to fight, an awful image of inevitable defeat.
Instead, it's more well-choreographed swordplay and a mammoth.
Don't misunderstand me -- that's a mammoth mammoth, beautifully rendered. And that giant giant who's riding it?
He's sufficiently gigantic. But even in the similarly expansive battle scene in "Blackwater," the spectacle was always grounded in the characters' reactions to it, whereas here we're seeing the giants ride mammoths as if from a safe distance. All these long and medium CGI shots are seemingly meant more to inspire admiration for their execution than what they should -- namely, fear.
The rest of the episode plays itself as a series of war film clichés, from the new recruit who finds his bravery in his first battle to the hated, old war dog who redeems himself with his dying breathes to the enemy whose last words cut the hero deeper than any knife could. All of them are executed with remarkable competence, but are not otherwise memorable, with one exception.
But even that one memorable death -- Ygritte's -- feels almost overburdened by the inevitably of her last words. That should feel like a moment, but by the time she finally informs Jon Snow that he knows nothing, it feels more like an empty punchline to a joke we've already heard.
Given that this episode occurred almost entire on a gigantic wall, it makes sense that it ended as a cliffhanger -- but I'm glad Marshall didn't actually end it atop the Wall with a windblown Jon Snow staring off at the forces amassed against him. Because they already did that earlier:
Instead, it ends beneath the Wall, with Jon and Sam giving testament to the brave dead who would've died elsewhere, had anyone listened to Snow in previous episode and frozen the tunnel.
And then Jon leaves. This final, contemplative moment gives me hope that next week's season finale will be less spectacle and more narrative, because there is a lot that needs to happen, and they only have 66 minutes in which to do it.
Way back in the early days of television -- 2013 to be exact -- Howard Kurtz sashayed out of CNN's studios for Fox News where "close enough is good enough" passes as the mission statement for the Fox News fact-checkers. On Fox's Media Buzz, he is free to cast his critical eye on all media institutions, particularly those ones who don't provide him with a steady paycheck.
The move came in the shadow of his being shit-canned at The Daily Beast over his reporting on a Sports Illustrated article about NBA player Jason Collins coming out of the closet. In print, and elsewhere, Kurtz giggled and gawked that nowhere in the article was it mentioned that Collins had once been engaged to a (gasp!) woman, even though it was actually mentioned in paragraph eight of the story. Whoopsie-boop! Realizing that Kurtz's close-reading journalistic skills went no further than reading the caption under a corgi picture (2Cute!!! luv!!) the Beast sent him packing causing CNN to give him both the side-eye and the cold shoulder. Next thing you know, Howie did the ole you 'can't fire me, I quit' and bailed on his own terms.
Resurfacing at Fox, Kurtz brought with him Lauren Ashburn with whom he maintained a relationship at The Daily Download; an unwatched internet operation thingamabob with all the stability and gravitas of a bank operating out of an RV in a Waffle House parking lot. Kurtz did a lot of tap-dancing about his connection to Ashburn, most of it being bullshit that was later discovered to be... extreme bullshit, but he is nothing but loyal to friends who helped him grift a few dollars on the side.
Ashburn, who is kind of a D-list Mika to his Morning Howie, generally provides the type of anodyne commentary that can usually be heard from a hostess of Good Morning, Albuquerque!, and she seems to be on hand solely to laugh at Howie's jokes and twinkle for the camera. And collect a paycheck. She's not insultingly stupid enough to supplant Elizabeth Hasselbeck on Fox & Friends, and not young and feral and just-graduated-from-Stripper-Academy enough to snarl for the camera on Fox's afternoon shows.
She is Howie's Gal Friday on Sunday.
Occasionally though, Ashburn says something that makes people sit up and take notice, and not in the "hey, Lauren Ashburn makes sense" kind of way.
Recently Ashburn offered up the opinion that Hillary Clinton manipulated her daughter Chelsea into getting pregnant just in time for the 2016 election because Hillary needs the help since she is a dried-up withered crone of a former human.
Here at the Raw Story we felt obliged to pass on that factoid because we're all about the chatter that is "out there," no matter how doltish. It would seem that Ashburn took offense, particularly with .
This past Sunday morning, Howie and Lauren took up a recent ruling from the EU's top court saying search engines must delete some personal information on request if a person's rights are harmed and there is no compelling reason for the info to be on the internet.
Introducing the segment (seen below), Howie and Ashburn observed the cardinal rule of journalism and did not bury the lede, getting right to the meat of the matter: Ashburn's displeasure with a certain website and a certain picture that she wishes would be memory-holed to internet oblivion and then killed with fire with its ashes scattered across the far reaches of the universe.
As both Kurtz and Ashburn acknowledge in the segment, the internet is a place of infinite nooks and crannies where things can be stashed, so this disappearing act is not likely to happen, much to the dismay of Ashburn, to say nothing of George Tierney of Greenville , South Carolina.
But you have to admire her plucky resolve and that she and Howie took valuable time out of the segment to issue a passive-aggressive plea for us to decapitate the screencap.
Monarchs, it seems, are holding their ground in the modern world. If the amor regemdisplayed in New Zealand and Australia toward Prince William and family in April is anything to go by, one might conclude that monarchies are not only surviving, but thriving in the 21st century. As a politically active friend in her 20s put it:
I am a republican, of course, but I really love the royals – I’m torn!
Royalty remains an important part of the social and political landscape in many parts of the world. Why has monarchy endured? Here are five suggested reasons.
This equates to 22% of the 193 UN member states across most regions of the world – North Africa (Morocco), sub-Saharan Africa (Swaziland), Europe (Belgium, Spain), North America (Canada), the Middle East (Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Jordan), North Asia (Japan), south Asia (Bhutan), southeast Asia (Thailand, Cambodia) and the Pacific (Tonga).
None of the kings, queens, emperors or sultans linked to these countries seem to be in danger of being thrown out, although the power of the Gulf monarchies may be largely dependent on the patronage they can bestow from oil revenues and the news that the Spanish king will abdicate to his son after 40 years seems more an act of survival than of largesse toward his realm.
Yet even if a monarch was to fall (the most recent to go were the self-destructing royals of Nepal in 2008), there would be no domino effect across such a disparate group. Survival, it seems, comes through diversity.
There are different kinds of monarchs
The number of monarchs expands internationally when we consider local and religious royalty. For example, the Zulu nation is South Africa’s largest ethnic group, comprising approximately 23% of the population. The Zulu king’s support was crucial for the success of the first post-apartheid elections in 1994 and remained an important stabilising element before this year’s poll.
In contrast to this localised authority, religious monarchs often reign across borders, sometimes with a global constituency. The Pope is in every sense a monarch, his Cardinals rightly described as “Princes of the Church”, the Holy See in every way a royal institution. The same can also be said for the Patriarchates of the Orthodox Churches.
The Aga Khan Prince Shah Karim Al Husseini, spiritual leader of the worldwide community of Ismaili Shia Muslims, exercises significant diplomatic influence. This year he was invited to address the Canadian parliament and the Aga Khan Development Network is one of the pre-eminent Islamic development organisations in the world today.
The regal authority exercised by local and religious monarchs is important for millions of people, adding to the esteem in which all monarchs can be held (deserving or not).
Inherited power and wealth isn’t limited to monarchs
It is said that monarchs embody aristocratic excess and unrepresentative power, neither of which has a place in modern democratic society. On the matter of excessive wealth, royal riches across the world are indeed staggering. According to Business Spectator, the King of Thailand and the Sultan of Brunei have a combined fortune of US$50 billion.
That is substantial wealth. However, when one considers Forbes' latest estimation of 1645 private billionaires in the world today, royal riches are not necessarily exceptional.
On the issue of unrepresentative power, nothing has changed. Anyone who believes, for instance, that the much-loved William and Kate will bypass the much-less-loved Charles and Camilla via popular vote simply doesn’t know the rules of the game. As the Monty Python refrain reminds: “You don’t vote for kings!”
Arthur reminds the peasantry that ‘you don’t vote for kings!’
However, the question is whether being “born to rule” is unique to monarchy. The answer is “no”. Business, exemplified by the Murdoch and Packer media empires, is often characterised by family succession, as legacies are carried forward by feted sons and daughters.
Dynastic politics is also common. For example, if Hillary Clinton is elected president in 2016 the Bush and Clinton dynasties will have held or been near the centre of US power for a quarter of a century.
The hereditary monarch has thus become obscured in a crowd of hereditary merchants and rulers.
Monarchs have a power to unify
Most contemporary monarchs are not so much “born to rule” as “born to belong”, their once autonomous powers curtailed by national constitutions, their decrees now guided by prime ministers and parliaments. Yet as the hard power of constitutional monarchs has diminished (though not as much as we assume), their soft power – the power to persuade, to unite, to inspire, without the threat of punishment – has increased.
In this sense, the notion of “figurehead” rulers is misguided. We are better to think of a shift from coercive to persuasive powers.
The kings of each country are held to be “above the fray” and thus have become symbols of national unity, especially with the masses, in a time of distress. (As the purported alignment between military and royal interests in Thailand shows, there is a fine and complex line between coercion and persuasion.)
The coming crisis for the people of Britain will not be economic or military, but social and psychological, at the passing of Queen Elizabeth II who has reigned in times of war and peace, in prosperity and paucity, providing hope and dignity as the sun set on the Empire.
They may be quite lost without her, and for some time. In this see the power to unite a people over time and across generations that is beyond the reach of any political party today.
The pageant is political (and profitable)
Fredric Jameson once argued that postmodern societies would be characterised by the dominance of the image and the demise of the written word. The selfie-driven, brand-focused politics of our day has, in many respects, vindicated this view.
The “spectacle” has always been an important political tool, but in no other time have images had such rapid and global impact, unleashing an insatiable popular hunger not only for celebrity and scandal but also for Grand Beauty. Welcome the return of the royal wedding, the diamond jubilee flotilla and palace grandeur, each simultaneously revealing a gaping distance and an intimate connection between fashion-forward royals and their Instagramming subjects.
The British monarchy has become invaluable to the national economy in areas such as tourism, trade, fashion and economic diplomacy (such as helping to secure the London Olympics). Royalty is the brand of national interest, the pageant both political and lucrative.
None of the above constitutes a defence of monarchy. It is equally pertinent to note that millions of people happily live without kings and queens; that monarchies are not always neutral or benign; and that the reign of the next English king will certainly be a boon for republicans.
However, before we defend or deny monarchy we might first try to explain its continued existence in the global political landscape. What we cannot do, it seems, is simply explain it away.
This is an adapted and updated extract from the keynote address, Game of Thrones: the enduring powers of monarchy in a post-imperial age, delivered at the World History Association Conference, University of Notre Dame Australia, Fremantle, in October 2013.
John Rees does not work for, consult to, own shares in or receive funding from any company or organisation that would benefit from this article, and has no relevant affiliations.
On June 6 1944, more than 150,000 Allied troops landed in Normandy. Their number rose to 1.5m over the next six weeks. With them came millions of tons of equipment, ranging from munitions, vehicles, food, and fuel to prefabricated floating harbours.
The achievement of the Normandy landings was, first of all, military. The military conditions included co-operation (between the British, Americans, and Free French), deception and surprise (the Germans knew an invasion was coming but were led to expect it elsewhere), and the initiative and bravery of officers and men landing on the beaches, sometimes under heavy fire. More than 4,000 men died on the first day.
D-Day was made possible by its global context. Germany was already being defeated by the Soviet Army on the eastern front. There, 90% of German ground forces were tied down in a protracted losing struggle (after D-Day this figure fell to two-thirds). The scale of fighting, killing, and dying on the eastern front was a multiple of that in the West. For the Red Army in World War II, 4,000 dead was a quieter-than-average day.
Economic factors were also involved. In 1944 the main fighting still lay in the east, but the Allied economic advantage lay in the west. Before the war the future Allies had twice the population and more than twice the real GDP of the Axis powers. During the war the Allies pooled their resources so as to maximise the production of fighting power in a way that the Axis powers did not attempt to match. America made the biggest single contribution, shared with the Allies through Lend-Lease.
Between 1942 and 1944 Allied war production exceeded that of the Axis in every category and on all fronts. This advantage was especially great in the West. In the chart below, a value of one on the horizontal plane would mean equality between the two sides. Values above one measure the Allied dominance:
The Allies made more planes, guns, tanks and bombs on every front.
Eventually the accumulation of firepower helped turn the tide. A German soldier in Normandy told his American captors, “I know how you defeated us. You piled up the supplies and then let them fall on us.”
D-Day was made possible by economics, but it was made inevitable by other calculations. When the outcome of the war was in doubt, Stalin demanded the Western Allies open a “second front” in Western Europe to take pressure off the Red Army. At this time, working towards D-Day was a price that the Allies paid for Stalin’s cooperation in the war. By 1944 German defeat was assured; now D-Day became a price the Western Allies paid in order to help decide the post-war settlement of Europe.
While D-Day was inevitable, its success was not predetermined by economics or anything else. The landings were preceded by years of building up men and combat stocks in the south of England, and by months of detailed logistical planning. But most of the plans were thrown to the wind on the first day as the chaos of seasick men struggling through the surf and enemy fire onto the Normandy sands unfolded. This greatest amphibious assault in history was a huge gamble that could easily have ended in disaster.
Had the D-Day landings failed, our history would have been very different. The war would have dragged on beyond 1945 in both Europe and the Pacific. Germany would still have been undefeated when the first atomic bombs were produced; their first victims would have been German, not Japanese. Germany and Berlin would never have been divided, because the Red Army would have occupied the whole country. The Cold War would have begun with the Western democracies greatly disadvantaged. We have good reason to be grateful to those who averted this alternative history.
Mark Harrison does not work for, consult to, own shares in or receive funding from any company or organisation that would benefit from this article, and has no relevant affiliations.
“The past is in the past; it’s time to move on.” That’s a common response to Ta-Nehisi Coates’ eloquent essay in The Atlantic, “The Case for Reparations,” and his recent discussion with Bill Moyers. But that sentiment betrays a fundamental…
Hunka-hunka burning love-guy Scott Brown, the former senator from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and centerfold for a ladies whack mag, has had a rough go of it ever since he was fired and replaced by [MRA trigger warning] A WOMAN in 2012. The himbo with a happy trail has discovered the hard way that, while there is a lucrative after-party market for MILF/GILF's of the Palin persuasion, there is a dearth of opportunities for dudes.
It's hard out there for a FILF.
Following his loss to smarty-pants Elizabeth Warren, Brown picked up some work as a day laborer at Fox News, as well as a speaking gig here and there while he plotted his next move.
A few months ago he decided to give speed-dating a whirl at GOP Mingle, looking to hook-up with a state seeking a man 'with experience' who could fulfill its every wish and desire. That lucky ducky turned out to be New Hampshire, having responded somewhat affirmatively to his ad: "Fit ex-Senator seeks open-minded state with minimal residency requirements. Must enjoy long walks on the beach, candlelight dinners, overturning Obamacare, and ass-play. 420 okay. No fatties."
The potential for a long term relationship with New Hampshire is looking to be a bit iffy -- guy-who-is-not-Nate Silver gives Scotty B. a 3% chance of beating [anotherMRA trigger warning] Democratic incumbent Jeanne Shaheen -- and it was certainly not helped when word got out that Brown was given $1.3 million in stock to be an 'advisor' to Global Digital Solutions Inc.
What exactly is Global Digital Solutions Inc.? It sounds worldwide. And technical. And they apparently have answers for things.
It was founded as a beauty supply company in New Jersey — selling hair spray, conditioners, and shampoos, before reinventing itself as a wireless data firm from California and then again last year as a South Florida-based firearms maker and gun technology innovator.
Seems legit, particularly by Florida standards. Oh, wait:
The company, created 19 years ago to sell cosmetics before switching first to telecommunications and then to firearms, has only a “virtual office,” no current products, no revenue, no patents, no trademarks, no manufacturing facilities, and no experience developing weapons, according to its most recent corporate filings.
But there must be some kind of upside (besides 1.3 million large) to this deal to convince a fine-upstanding former U.S. Senator with future political aspirations to lend his name to a business that appears to work out of a van on the fringes of a Walmart parking lot.
Accountants said in interviews that Global Digital’s filings raise a number of warning signs for investors, including its varying business model and lack of actual products. The firm reported it has four employees, $271,776 in cash and had $19.7 million in losses as of March 31.
Okay, maybe not. But they've got plans -- big plans -- and they've got former Senator Scott Brown on hand to advise them through the choppy waters of mergers and acquisitions.
Brown defended the legitimacy of the company, Global Digital Solutions Inc., dismissing concerns that it has announced a series of acquisitions that have not been completed. Among them was an announcement in March that it intended to buy Remington Arms Co. LLC, one of the world’s largest gun manufacturers, for more than $1 billion. That was greeted with derision by Remington and others in the industry.
“It’s a startup company that I’ve been on the board for, what seven, eight months, offering any type of advice when asked,” Brown said in a brief interview after a campaign event at a local gas station highlighting his energy plans.
The good news for Brown is that the company that has nothing on the books -- except for a former senator listed in their prospectus as an 'advisor' in an effort to lure investors -- has seen their stock plunge to less than half of what it was he first signed on, so this will only only look half as sleazy to the good folks of New Hampshire.
This is more along the lines of a programming note.
Often, very often in fact, I come across things on the interwebs that fill me with equal measures of both childish delight and existential dread, but they lack enough heft to make them worthy of eight hundred words, -- give or take seven hundred or so. But because I care deeply about each and everyone of you with every fiber of my being , and because I don't want you wandering the world not fully informed, I have taken on additional duties here at The Raw.
And by 'here at The Raw," I mean that I can also be found on the Raw Story tumblr found >>>>here <<<<.
It will be more old-style short-form blogging like we used to do in the olden days when we used to cobble together pixels with twigs, dirt and then paste them to screen with dinosaur spit. We are doing this because Dylan Byers said Andrew Sullivan is killing blogs just like Ezra Klein killed Twitter and Dylan writes for Politico which is the absolute worst ever and why nobody likes him.
Regardless, I'll be calling attention to posts from elsewhere by people whom I both love and loathe -- because I am fair that way. Almost like a goddam fucking saint, which I have heard people mutter behind by back from time to time.
There is also a comments section there (behave yourselves), but there will be no bassets. For that you need to follow the Twitter thingamajig. And we'll be sprucing up the look of it in the near future; maybe a nice rug that will really tie the room together.
So there you have it: one more thing cluttering up the Internet making your life that much more complete.
You're welcome.
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"The Mountain and the Viper" is bookended by two scenes as brutal as the players named in the title, beginning in Mole's Town, where the Wildlings' rampage toward the Wall continues.
It goes without saying that an episode won't end well for somebody when the first non-burped bit of dialogue is "The Rains of Castamere!"
The Mole's Town scene begins with what could be called the "common" brutality inflicted upon the women of Westeros -- those who don't marry must ply some trade, and the only one available to them that's the least bit profitable involves selling their body. The nameless, lame prostitute that director Alex Graves' camera tracks until she reaches Gilly is a brutal woman who meets a brutal end at Ygritte's brutal hand -- but the darkness relents, for a moment, when Jon Snow's spurned lover finds Gilly sheltered in a cupboard:
Instead of killing her and her inconveniently colicky child, Ygritte raises her fingers to her lips, as if to say, "If you're quiet, you'll survive this." (Would that other players in this episode have heeded her implied advice.)
The scene then shifts to the Wall itself, where news of the Wildlings' sacking of Mole's Town has spread and, well, for the most part everyone is rightly miserable. The only glimmer of hope is that his brothers of the Night's Watch are able to convince Sam that because Gilly has suffered and survived so many horrors in her life already, there's a chance she survived this one too -- which is, when you think about, the coldest of all possible comforts.
Being a "survivor" sounds wonderful in theory, but is nothing if not fraught in practice. Gilly, for one, will walk out of Mole's Town forever questioning why her life was spared. Was it just because of her child? And if so, does that mean she owes Craster -- the father who raped and impregnated her -- her life again?
The scene then shifts to Essos, where Grey Worm watches Missandei bathe with a curiosity that borders on being sullied. It's a surprisingly tender moment -- reminiscent of Macaulay Culkin spying on Anna Chlumsky in My Girl, which is odd, since Graves shoots it more like Martin Sheen arising in Apocalypse Now:
The visual echo here suggests that there's an inherent violence to spying:
Especially when the person doing it is a trained soldier who has decided that certain wars are more just than others, and has been given the power to choose the battles he'll fight. Grey Worm may not be motivated by lust as he leers at Missandei's naked body, but that doesn't mean his intentions are pure, either. The subsequent scene -- in which Dany, Mother of Dragons, braids Missandei's hair -- makes plain that when it comes to the attentions of the Unsullied, neither their commanding queen nor her personal handmaiden entirely understand their motivations.
But, as Missandei's conversation with Grey Worm demonstrates, whatever his motivation, the attention is not unwanted:
The off-centered framing indicates that she's not entirely comfortable with the knowledge she's acquired -- she accepts it, even welcomes it, but as her conversation with Dany made clear, she doesn't entirely understand it. Most women in Game of Thrones know where they stand with men, and are able to manipulate them with relative ease, e.g. Cersei Lannister with her many suitors.
A key aspect of this scene is that Graves lets the camera linger on both Missandei and Grey Worm for a few beats too long before reversing the shot, which creates an odd effect. Instead of seeing how the other character is reacting to what each of them says -- which is what typically happens with a reverse shot, as Person A says something and the camera cuts to Person B reacting to it -- Graves allows the audience to see both Missandei and Grey Worm reacting to what they've just said, which calls to mind the self-conscious awkwardness of a first date. They're both judging themselves before they give the other a chance to, and it's charming, because they're both far more forgiving of the other's missteps than they are of their own.
This awkward pacing bleeds over into the next scene, in which Reek née Theon Greyjoy must play the part of "Theon Greyjoy" in order to please the soon-to-be Ramsay Bolton née Snow. All of this name-changing -- remember, Missandrei asked Grey Worm about his "real" name again during their conversation -- is significant because it suggests that both the former Theon and the future Bolton are, for the moment, playing parts. That they both do so successfully -- and that the reward is another, off-screen, intimate bath shared by the pair -- would be significant even if it didn't lead into a more majestic performance from the once-and-future Sansa Stark.
She informs the council inquiring into the suicide of Lysa Arryn that she's not "Alayne Stone," who she had barely begun pretending to be, but Ned Stark's daughter -- and then portrays herself as the most wronged woman in Westeros, betrayed by everyone at every pass except for Petyr Baelish. It's a masterful performance, building as it does on the suggestion in "Mockingbird" that Sansa was paying attention to the behavior of her husband, Tyrion, and that of her current protector, whose ass she saves from certain skinning here.
For all the clarity that an episode whose title is larded with definitive articles -- "The Mountain and The Viper" -- possesses, it's worth remembering that that's not either of their names. There's no truth in names, only in actions, the scene with Sansa suggests, at least until the camera cuts to Essos and Jorah Mormont's treachery is revealed.
He is who he said he was, at least, just as Ramsay Snow is who is father makes him -- Ramsay Bolton.
If all this naming and re-naming business seems unnecessarily fraught with meaning, Graves cuts from it to one of the few real moments of joy depicted anywhere in the entire series:
Yes, it's horrible that Arya Stark's laughing at her aunt's untimely demise -- and yes, it's horrible that she's also laughing at the unraveling of the Hound's increasingly absurd quest to ransom her off to someone, anyone who will pay to take her off his hands. But in an episode brimming over with awful portents, it's needed levity.
I can only speak for my own household here, but the eruption of laughter that accompanied Arya's seemed to be a release of unrelated tensions, less a product of the scene itself than the horrors already witnessed, as well as those yet to come, in the rest of episode. The same was true of Tyrion's prolonged recollection of his cousin, Smasher of Beetles, which seemed to relate both to some larger point about the futile actions of men in the face of an angry god's whims and the forthcoming fight between his champion, the Red Viper, and the Mountain.
About which I should say something...
...but I'm not entirely sure what to say yet. For the second time in the series, the most salient reference point was The Princess Bride. Only this time, the repeated phrase is "You raped my sister. You murdered her. You killed her children." Yes, I know this was in the books, but that doesn't change the fact that it delivers differently when spoken and shouted aloud.
It's a moving scene, watching the Oberyn Martell tell it to the Mountain, and even those who knew how this scene had to end were holding out hope that, this time, the inevitable wasn't:
They like their beer cold, their women hot, and their television shows stupid. America, for the most part, provides two out of three of those in abundance.
But it's hard out there for a man these days, particularly if he is saddled with the curse of whiteness which is cause for employers to replace him with a woman who will work for 23% less, or possibly a brown person who will work for minimum wage or even less with the It's getting so that a man can't assert his manly manliness without a bunch of shrieking harpies hashtag-shaming him on Twitter, which can be very hurtful.
Some men, however, are not going to sit weeping in a darkened room, drinking ranch dressing straight from the bottle while listening to 'I Am, I Said' on repeat. They're not going to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous LOLing at them without going down in a fight.
And by 'fight,' I mean, parading around with their guns hanging out.
And by 'guns,' I mean their guns.
So that is why we have 'open carry' days where groups of men trade in their week-day uniform of polyester pants and 3 for $12 dress shirts with matching ties from Walmart, for easy-fit jeans, a t-shirt that used to fit, and a backward-facing ball-cap before heading out a to fast food place to walk around carrying a gun in the noonday sun because .... freedom.
It also works as good excuse when their wives tell to go mow the 'goddam lawn,' and they can reply, "Sorry Sugarhips, I have to save the Constitution today," before marching out the door and into history. Or into a Chipotle. One of those.
As a rule, it's usually better to open carry as a group lest people think you're some kind of gun loon out to slaughter a bunch of Little Leaguers solo instead of a guy who is such an asshole that even other gun nuts avoid him. So, like women who go to restaurant bathrooms in groups, open carry guys need a gun buddy or two to tag along because a solo high-five is a sad high-five.
To date, open carry play-dates have not gone well because, as Open Carry Texas puts it, it's hard to "To condition Texans to feel safe around law-abiding citizens that (sic) choose to carry them," when some random lady can walk up to you in a Chili's and call you a "Texas retard," which is probably racist to somebody, I'm sure.
With Chipotle, Chili's, and latte-liberal enclave Starbucks telling weekend pistol-packing patriots to pound sand, where can a man go to parade around in much the same manner the Founding Fathers once did in front of Ye Olde Seven-Elevene down at the strip mall?
That would be the bastion of all that is manly and good and smells like freshly cut 2x4's known as Home Depot.
The goal of many in the group is the legalization of open-carry handguns in Texas. State law in general allows the open display of rifles and shotguns but not handguns.
To carry a concealed handgun requires a license.
“I’d much rather have a handgun on my hip,” said Mark Thompson, 54, of Garland. Instead, he attended Saturday’s rally with a Beretta semi-automatic rifle strapped across his back.
“We’re fundamentally changing America and changing Texas,” he said. “We’re letting people know they’re free.”
Although his weapon’s chamber was empty — all those at the rally were instructed to clear their guns’ chambers — Thompson’s gun had a loaded magazine attached. That, he said, was a matter of being prepared for any hostile activity.
“Every now and then we get some aggressive people toward us,” Thompson said. “We get so much hate, it’s incredible.”
Hopefully, if there is an altercation in a Home Depot -- and not just some dumbshit who shoots himself in the ass -- that ends in aisle-clearing hail of bullets because someone said something mean, it will be close to home-cleaning products aisle.
I hear Simple Green helps remove the blood of tyrants that is used to water the Tree of Liberty -- which can be purchased, by the way in the gardening department.