(Abridged by henrymakow.com)
We're an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality. And while you're studying that reality - judiciously, as you will - we'll act again, creating other new realities, which you can study too, and that's how things will sort out. We're history's actors . . . and you, all of you, will be left to just study what we do. (Ron Suskind, NYTimes Magazine, Oct. 17, 2004). Said by Karl Rove
Some forty-five years ago, when I first became aware of the conspiracy for world domination, took up my sword and shield in the battle for America and sallied forth to arouse others, I discovered two kinds of people. Race, sex, ethnicity and education did not seem to matter. The difference between the two kinds cut through them all.
The first kind would tell me that he or she had long suspected something was wrong but couldn't identify it. Now that I had, everything came into focus and they could. Now they could easily predict what would happen, simply because they knew what had happened before. Even today I can still do that and mystify people, but it is so easy, so obvious, I don't even think of it as predicting.
Indeed, from time to time I still get messages from people who say that when they first heard me talk, the shock was so great they knew I was crazy, but now that sufficient time has passed they realize that they are crazy too. One lady actually said that. "Guess what? Now I'm crazy too!"
...The second kind of prospect would listen with half an ear, sometimes less, and remain unconvinced. "Prove it! Prove it!" I can hear one of them shouting. So I would go away and come back with more proof. But I never could persuade them. The proof I presented was never enough, or never enough of the right kind...
But they never did and I continued to blame myself, wasting precious time. As you can probably imagine, the frustration was intense. Only gradually did the truth dawn that there was nothing wrong with me. There was something wrong with them. Some of them were simply too weak minded or intimidated or covetous to face reality. Others may have been deliberately trying to waste my time.
Whatever the reason, as the truth finally dawned on me, I, of course, changed my method. Now, maybe once a year, I would stop by for a few minutes to see whether they had made any progress, whether they had recovered from their delusions. Sometimes they had; often they had not. If not, I would cheerfully go my way.
All of this again becomes germane - even more germane - because some readers who are too young to remember it are now writing to complain about my language. They like what I have to say but they can't pass it along because if their prospects read in my pieces about "el presidente Jorge W. Boosh," about "Democruds" and "Republicruds," about "queers" and "faggots," they will instantly turn off. Indeed, the people who complain are almost turned off themselves. So, why do I use that language?...
So, for instance, the appellation "el presidente Jorge W. Boosh" communicates our awareness that Bush is committing treason by conducting the present invasion of our country across the Mexican border. We know that because if he were to pick up the phone and say, "Stop it at once!" it would stop at once. But he does not pick up the phone and say that. In the latest revelation, Boosh has gone into court to prevent the execution of a Mexican who bragged about raping and murdering two teenage girls. Boosh says the monster is an illegal alien and is protected by treaty.
The appellation also communicates our utter disgust for Boosh's true allegiance and contempt for the traitor. So, then, if all this is true, what is the problem? The problem is precisely that it is true. It is embarrassing. The people who won't look at it - won't face it - can't. The simple truth is too frightful. That is why the word "faggot" offends them. In my new book, Not Holier Than Thou: How Queer is Bush? I explain that the anxiety such words cause is proof they have been brainwashed.
The same considerations would apply to my characterization of the Communist Broadcasting System's revolting Mike Wallace, whose show I once wrote, as "snot dripping from the nose of a skid row drunk," and "dog vomit filled with maggots the dog is lapping up." It was Mike who said at a conference on journalistic ethics that he would not warn a Marine Corps commander of an upcoming ambush, because to do so would damage his journalistic "impartiality." What else could you call this skunk?
There is still another reason for such inflammatory language. Yes, it infuriates. It is calculated to infuriate the reader and arouse. It is meant to convey the fact that we are not engaged in an ideological discussion here; this is not a university debate. We are at war. Aided by domestic traitors, a foreign power is attacking and invading our country. There has been bloodshed. There have been casualties. I am not talking about Iraq. Iraq is a distant front in the war. I am talking about New York. I am talking about Seattle. We are in the middle of the most dangerous national emergency in our history.
Also, friends, again, I have been writing about these monsters for some forty-five years. I know they have been committing monstrous atrocities for some two hundred years. I am tired of being polite. How many more ways can one write about them; how many other things can one say? And what you like to read is now irrelevant.
I said above that what I was talking about all those many years ago is even more germane today. Why? Back then, the conspiracy for world government was more concealed, admittedly harder to see. It was not yet strong enough to reveal itself completely. Today, as the late, great Robert Welch once put it, the conspiracy is necessarily "running naked to the finish line." Because it is so close, it is easier to see.
Which means that the people who today refuse to see, the quibblers, are more culpable than their spiritual progenitors. They have much less excuse. In mind's eye now I imagine them, like the ladies at that women's club, elegantly dressed and coiffeured, cute, little napkins on their knees, eating finger sandwiches, quibbling about exactly how to say it, as if what we're talking about has nothing to do with them, as if they can choose whether or not to become involved. And they are doing that while actual rapists are breaking into their beautifully decorated meeting room, intending to drag them by their beautifully frosted hair into the street.
So I believe I can reassure the heroes who willingly endure the schizophrenic frustration of trying to convince blockhead fellow citizens that something is fatally wrong in our country, let alone convince them it is bad enough to enlist in the war. I have discovered over more than 40 years in the struggle that if my language were as pristine as Shirley Temple's in her prime, and my usages as contemplative as the Dalai Lama's, these brittle folks would find something else to dissuade them...
Alan Stang was one of Mike Wallace's original writers at Channel 13 in New York, where he wrote some of the scripts that sent Mike to CBS. Stang has been a radio talk show host himself. In Los Angeles, he went head to head nightly with Larry King, and, according to Arbitron, had almost twice as many listeners. He has been a foreign correspondent. He has written hundreds of feature magazine articles in national magazines and some fifteen books. His first book, It's Very Simple: The True Story of Civil Rights, (1965) was an instant best-seller. His first novel, The Highest Virtue, (1974) set in the Russian Revolution, won smashing reviews and five stars, top rating, from the West Coast Review of Books.