Guilty Blue Pleasure
by
Justine Nicholas
by Justine Nicholas
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Every time,
place and group of people has a "love that dare not speak its
name."
Among the intellectuals,
artists and academics around whom I spend much of my time, one of
those guilty pleasures has been Desperate Housewives. In
times past, other cheesy TV programs, movies and pieces of pop music
have filled the bill. So has The Da Vinci Code (the book,
anyway, even though no one actually finishes it). No one who wants
to keep his or her street creds as a person of culture, education
or refinement admits publicly to having seen, read or heard such
things. Admitting exposure to, much less admiration of, them is
like confessing one’s love of Big Macs or Twinkies to a vegan.
Being in an
academic setting in one of the bluest states, one doesn’t hear or
express much admiration for any politician with an "R"
affixed to his or her name. One would more readily take an impressionably
sensitive child to a movie rated with that letter, at least in this
milieu.
However, one
of the "R"-rated public figures is becoming the new shadow
darling of at least some members of the liberal intelligentsia.
None will publicly admit to preferring his plainspoken forthrightness
to the mealy-mouthed arrogance that emanates from members of their
favored party as well as from the one that foisted our current President
on us. But some echo what he said in his first debate to reach a
national audience and may attribute, sotto voce, those sentiments
to him.
To whom am
I referring? Why, to Ron Paul, of course.
In the demimonde
in which I live and work, finding out that someone like Dr. Paul
has more consistently expressed your views about US intervention
in the Middle East and Government harassment of citizens is like
being in your 20’s and realizing that you’ve become one of your
parents.
So what do
we do when a member of the Grand Old Party does what we know, in
our heart of hearts, Hillary doesn’t and Kerry didn’t have the courage
to do?
We sing his
praises – as long as there aren’t any witnesses. We know that he
was probably the only national public figure who warned against,
then denounced, not only the Iraq invasion, but the American mischief
that preceded it in the Middle East, before most Americans noticed
what had happened. We know that he opposed the Patriot Act and the
Military Commissions Act before most of us knew what they were.
But we cannot admit that he’s our real hero. Instead, we debate
whether Hilary or Barack can keep Rudy at bay, which is a bit like
choosing between Delta and Southwestern as alternatives to American
Airlines.
Of course no
sane person who lived through his Gotham reign wants Giuliani for
President. We all know that had 9/11 been just another day, he would
probably be a well-fed lapdog of the very capitalists he made such
a show of rounding and locking up when he was a prosecutor. We also
know that we can’t trust Hilary: She still hasn’t so much as apologized
for her support of the Iraq War. As for Obama…He’s handsome, black
and well-spoken. So, for that matter, is Denzel Washington.
And even those
who support his ban on public smoking and other Big Nanny edicts
wouldn’t dream of electing Bloomberg for President. In one breath,
they’ll tell you he’s a RINO.
But he’s still, well, a Republican and he’s not Jacob
Javits. Even if he were, some of them still wouldn’t vote for
him.
So
what does the Blue Left do when confronted with a candidate who
opposes war and government constraints on civil liberties – exactly
what they profess to want – and he’s a Libertarian who’s registered
with the Republican Party and represents, egad, Texas? They turn
redder than Dr. Paul’s home state and don’t talk about him. As with
any other guilty pleasure, one simply doesn’t mention that sort
of thing in polite company.
May
22, 2007
Justine
Nicholas [send her mail]
teaches English at the City University of New York.
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