Nothing A Glass of Bourbon Couldn’t Cure

by digby

I got in late last night and was able to only muster a short spurt of lefty blogger vitriol for Richard Cohen before I collapsed, but I’ve had my coffee and I realize that I’m not finished with him.

First, let’s just stipulate that this “war” between the blogosphere, its readers and the mainstream media is completely understandable. People like Cohen’s only feedback for thirty years has been a letter or two from cranky old ladies in Bethesda and a good natured spirited debate about motherhood over a bottle of fine 1998 Hirsch Vineyard Pinot Noir at George Tenent’s house. He is out of touch. And that is the problem.

He believes that his angry readers of all political persuasions are crazy and violent because they are angry. Today he calls the lefty criticism a “Digital Lynch Mob.” When the right barraged him with criticism over a column about Bernard Kerik in 2004, he wrote:

I got a bucket full of obscene e-mails right in my face. I was denounced over and over again as a liberal who, moreover, never would have written something similar about anyone Bill Clinton had named. This would be news to Clinton.

What struck me about the e-mails was how none of these writers paid any attention to what I had to say. Instead, they preferred to deal with a caricature — someone who belonged to a movement, a conspiracy, and was taking orders in the service of some vast, nefarious cause. E-mails are the drive-by shootings of the common man. The face of the victim is never seen…We have become a nation of B-52 bombers, hitting targets we never see.

“The drive-by shootings of the common man.” My, my, my. One does tend to get a bit non-plussed when the hoi polloi forget their place, doesn’t one?

Critical Emails are neither ropes, rocks or drive by shootings. (And in this day and age foul language is not “obscene.”) They are the written opinions of Richard Cohen’s readers, many of whom until recently didn’t know what dreck the columnists for the Washington Post produced everyday. The internets have brought him legions of new readers — many of whom are appalled at what he writes.

This is why:

Even the after-hours camaraderie of Washington is gone. Republicans hang with Republicans, Democrats with Democrats — and they all get out of town as fast as possible. A little bourbon would do wonders for our dysfunctional government.

The reason I started with the startling scoop that George Tenet has a mother is that too often, especially in Washington, it is easier to avoid such humanizing touches than to deal with them. Like Will Rogers, I (almost) never met a man I didn’t like — and after that, honest, rigorous criticism becomes very hard indeed. It is easier by far to turn government officials from conscientious public servants, or even just hapless human beings, into mere celebrities. But they don’t make big money in their jobs (though some, of course, do later on), and they almost always work very hard. And when they screw up it often appears on the front pages of newspapers or on the nightly news. Sometimes, when things are dark and people are dying, they sit before the TV and watch what they have done — and cry. They do, and I know this for a fact.

Boo fucking hoo.

Damn that partisanship, and damn both sides equally for this sordid state of affairs. The fact that character assassination of Democrats is a fundamental tenet of the peculiar institution of the Republican party does not mean that it isn’t Democrats’ fault for not trying harder to be friendly. A little honey works better than vinegar, after all. Except … except, it actually doesn’t. The Republicans rolled them and rolled them and rolled them; the GOP took total control of the US government and then they rolled them again. All the while the alleged liberal Richard Cohen has been wandering through Georgetown drawing rooms having conversations about people’s mothers and, apparently, watching others weep as they confront the fact that they are responsible for killing people (which is, I agree, better than when the president lifted his fist and said “feels good!” in the moments before he ordered the invasion of Iraq.)

The media elite’s wide eyed shock that average Americans are angry about this state of affairs is simply mind-boggling. The polls show that it isn’t just the “angry” left, it’s the entire Democratic party, most of the independents and a growing number of Republicans too. Does he not know how his condescending elitism sounds to the people who read his column? (Joe Klein similarly goes on and on about populism in his new book Politics Lost, his tone dripping with contempt for the idea that common rabble are challenging those who know what’s best for them.)

We are dealing with a political culture so insular that that they no longer resemble the seat of power in a democracy but rather the court of Versailles. Richard Cohen and the rest of the professional political class in the capital are misreading what is happening just as Louis XVI did when he asked “This is a revolt?” —- to which the duc de la Rochefoucauld-Liancourt replied, “No, sire. It is a revolution.”

For the first time, I’m truly feeling the democratizing power of the internet (and I’m realizing why the powers that be are trying to cut off its oxygen.) The beltway courtiers are nibbling idly at their cakes, unnerved by the unruly mob of common men committing drive-by emails and digital lynch mobs and storming the stifling, airless social club that has become the nation’s punditocrisy. They don’t realize yet that this isn’t a fringe group of long haired hippies (not that there’s anything wrong with that) who are going to make the whole country hate us for our unruly ways. It ain’t 1968. There’s a lot of water under that drawbridge.

And, of course, it wasn’t that simple anyway. Liberals of a certain age are just terrified of liberal passion because they believe that 60’s leftists destroyed the Democratic party. (I would argue that it was the overreaction — the pale, flaccid, politics of the Richard Cohen school that killed us.) In any case, they always failed to notice the lurking radical rightwing beast that was just as active during that radical period building a movement that was far more damaging to Democrats than anything the SDS ever dreamed up. (But then, they are nothing if not pathologically self-absorbed.)

The 60’s New Left is not particularly relevent to this debate. It’s time that establishment liberals exorcized those demons. The political architects of today’s political era are not FDR liberals, but Nixonian conservatives. It’s stunning to me that after all this time they still fail to recognize that.

We may win an election or two coming up. I fervently hope so. But if anyone thinks that the conservative movement is just going to shrivel up and die, they have another thing coming. We are still fighting on their turf and will be for some time to come. Worrying about offending the “silent majority” again is beside the point. Our little blogswarms can hardly cause a backlash that would rival the non-stop anti-liberal rhetoric that’s been spewed into the atmosphere for the last two decades. But it’s just possible that we might convince a few people out there that the Democratic party still has a pulse.

And as I wrote last night: there is no political downside to hating Richard Cohen. Everybody does. And why shouldn’t they? He stands for nothing. The problem is that he’s been sold as a liberal — which is why we are bothering with him at all. He’s the poster boy for flaccid, ineffectual progressive politics and we’re sick of it. He is not us.

Update: Swopa notices that Cohen’s latest trip to the fainting couch over the digital lynch mob is quite at odds with his earlier view that character assassination is the coin of the realm in DC — and that we who complained should grow up.

I can see why he thinks bourbon is the answer. He must need a lot of it to calm the competing voices in his head.

UpdateII: Jonathan Schwartz comments on Cohen’s equivalence theory. Check this one out too.

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