Part 4—One modern strain of The Crazy: In the future, if there is a future, geographers, if such people exist, will examine the geologic strata of the craziness which seized control of American discourse at least by 1992.
If they exist, they'll pick through the various geologic strata of The Crazy. At some point, embarrassed, chagrined, they'll be forced to discuss what happened again last night.
During the era in question, did Louis C. K. make people watch him masturbate over and over again? Apparently yes, he did.
Somewhat similarly, the geographers will have to explain the role of the Governor Bentley sex tape, which cable viewers, just last night, were forced to confront again.
In this case, the purveyor of The Crazy was a major cable news star who shall go unnamed. She has risen to the top through her "performance of the [Name Withheld] figure," or so the ridiculous Janet Malcolm has ever so weirdly said.
C. K., who we tinily semi-knew long ago, has long been engaged in his performance of the Louie figure. At times, he's produced superlative work. He's also produced a large amount of transparent "startle laugh" crap.
Last night, the unnamed cable star in question returned to the Governor Bentley sex tape for perhaps the ten millionth time. In this way, her liberal viewers were again exposed to The Crazy, disordered and ill.
If there actually is a future, historians will marvel at the fact that liberals weren't able to see The Crazy when it came at them from this corporate source. They'll marvel at the fact that liberals couldn't spot The Crazy in this cable star's work. They'll link this to an even larger point of amazement:
They'll note the fact that liberals couldn't spot the spread of The Crazy, not until The Crazy adopted the form of one Donald J. Trump.
They couldn't or wouldn't see The Crazy when it was performed by Chris Matthews in his endless attacks on "today's man-woman," Candidate Al Gore. They couldn't or wouldn't see The Crazy when Matthews kept sliming Hillary Clinton, then the nation's first lady, in blatantly misogynistic ways. (Nurse Ratched! Evita Peron!)
They couldn't or wouldn't see The Crazy when the children pretended that Hillary Clinton had been performing seances. Later, they had oodles of fun when she said, apparently accurately, that she had rooted for the Cubs and the Yankees when she was a child.
They couldn't see The Crazy when the children of the corporate press slimed Naomi Wolf within an inch of her life. (Earth tones! Alpha male!) They couldn't see it when the children kept playing that funny videotape of the extremely funny Asian people at the Buddhist temple, where nothing actually happened, in spite of what Matthews said.
They couldn't see it when the children announced their love for Gennifer Flowers, for whose truthfulness they stood in line to vouch.
In 1995, Flowers had written this about her first glimpse of Hillary Clinton: "I was shocked. She looked like a big fat frump with her hair hanging down kind of curly and wavy. She had big, thick glasses; an ugly dress; and a big, fat butt."
Four years later, liberals couldn't see the existence of The Crazy when Matthews fawned to this person for half an hour, for example like this:
MATTHEWS (8/2/99): Well, Mrs. Clinton has offered herself up in a new role. For a long time she offered herself as the new Eleanor Roosevelt. She channeled with her; she apparently talked to her.Three years later, he was still selling the seance! Beyond that, he was kissing the ascot of the very beautiful woman who had so thoughtfully described the "big, fat butt" of the first lady, who was also the world's most gigantic lesbo, according to his knockout guest.
I'm just kidding here. But she has clearly tried to model herself after that great first lady, liberal first lady of Franklin Roosevelt's. And now it seems like she's offering herself in a new role, as a kind of a person who's had a therapeutic role in life. Her job is to take care of a delinquent, someone with psychological problems that she's had to fix or deal with or accept or maintain, or whatever you will, not as particularly a political partner, which was a role she offered up before. You know, you get two for the price of one. Now you get a nurse for the price of the patient, all right? What do you think about her offering herself as Nurse Ratched to the cuckoo's nest here?
You know, I gotta pay a little tribute here. You're a very beautiful woman, and I, and I have to tell you, he knows that, you know that, and everybody watching knows that; Hillary Clinton knows that. How can a woman put up with a relationship between her husband and somebody, anybody, but especially somebody like you that's a knockout? I don't quite get this relationship.
FLOWERS: Gosh, you make me blush here. I'm telling you, I'll tell you, this—
MATTHEWS: It's an objective statement, Gennifer. I'm not flirting.
(For the record, we know of no evidence that Flowers' claim of a torrid, 12-year love affair with "my Bill" was in any way accurate. The children all pretended that he had confessed, much as the children are doing this week with one of their newest targets.)
Future historians will note the fact that liberals couldn't spot The Crazy in Matthews' relentless crazy behavior. Later, they couldn't see it when Keith Olbermann kept airing his smutty misogyny with Michael Musto, his smutty little pal.
Rather, than did see it in that instance, and they discussed his misogyny by name. But they only did so in private, not in public, where their careers might have been affected. Geographers will name the names of the horrible "career liberals" who, in this inexcusable way, permitted The Crazy to spread.
If a future exists after Trump, historians will discuss the way The Crazy routinely spread on page one of the New York Times. They'll discuss the way the liberal world rolled over and died when the Times ran its 4400-word, Bannon-funded, absurdly crackpot "news report" about the scary uranium deal in April 2015, thereby attacking Candidate Clinton in the latest crazy way.
They'll discuss the way that insane report met with zero "resistance" from the fiery TV stars of the career liberal world. They'll discuss the way those same TV stars rolled over and died in 2012 as the Benghazi fables were being assembled.
They'll discuss the way these stars rolled over and died four years later, when James B. Comey, Comey the God, launched his astounding attack on Candidate Hillary Clinton. The fiery stars were too afraid to challenge the famous god's conduct.
In all these discussions, these future historians, if such people exist, will discuss the transparent craziness of our unnamed cable news star.
They'll discuss the fervent way she kept vouching for Matthews, the greatest cable purveyor of The Crazy during the Clinton-Gore years (and one of our greatest misogynists). They'll discuss the fervent way she vouched for Greta Van Susteren (her drinking pal), the Fox News Channel's leading enabler of Donald J. Trump's birtherism.
What kind of person does things like that? With humanity exceeding our own, they'll try to sort that out. Beyond that, they'll discuss the way the liberal rank and file couldn't see the problem with the crazy behavior by this unnamed major star.
Mostly, though, they'll discuss the times when her craziness took center stage under the brightest lights. Last night was the latest such night. Enabled by the report about Roy Moore, the unnamed star, C.K. style, returned to the scene of her repetitive crime.
Good God! She played the Bentley sex tape again, saying we needed to hear it! As she did, she employed all her performance hooks, in which she covers her eyes like a little girl, pretending she can't bear to see (or hear) what can be heard on that horrifying tape.
There was zero reason to play the tape, but that's how past traumatization forces the damaged to work. Not unlike C. K., the unnamed star seems to need some sort of help. Instead, historians will explain that she was a corporate cable star, and that, like Donald J. Trump, she played an active role in spreading The Crazy and normalizing its parts.
You can watch the cable star playing her little girl game right here. Below, you see the transcript of last night's compulsive performance, in which her clowning was helped along by an audience which seemed to be composed of giggling teen-aged girls:
MADDOW (11/9/17): (Ridiculous, crazy transcript to follow, if it's ever published)Again, you can watch her C.K.-like performance of the Rachel figure by just clicking here.
If history survives Donald J. Trump, geologic strata of The Crazy will come under embarrassed review. At this site, we've endlessly posted past transcripts in which The Crazy has reigned.
Everyone else has agreed that those manifestations shouldn't be discussed. Instead, we liberals pretend that The Crazy arrived with Donald J. Trump.
Our story is crazily bogus. We think of the Cummings poem, little tree:
look the spangles"the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads?" Let's borrow that beautiful meter! In this case, it's the chaits the drums the various players dumb and/or dishonest who have refused to tell the rank and file about The Crazy's spread.
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy
Today, our tribe pretends it started with Trump. We're very much like the innocent children adorning their little tree.
Last night, an unnamed multimillionaire put her hands over her eyes (again) and pretended that she couldn't see or hear the very bad words on that audiotape. It's what she persistently does when she plays the Bentley sex tape, which she seems to love.
The unnamed star was pretending that she was a child. This unnamed star could use some help. So could the liberal world, which agreed to normalize The Crazy long before Trump came along.
Go ahead—watch that tape! Will your lizard let you see the truth? Will your lizard let you see that you're looking at a major steward of The Crazy, whose vines, after all these lunatic years, have basically strangled the world?
She vouches for Matthews; she vouched for Greta. She hid from Benghazi, then from Comey.
She mugs and clowns and entertains us. What kind of horrible person does this?
What kind of person behaves this way? We'll suggest that you read the Times report about whatever is wrong with that other damaged soul, Louis C. K.
Go ahead—watch the tape! Just as light from distant stars permits us to "look back in time," you'll be looking back through one key strand of your nation's deeply disabling Crazy.
Take a good look around, Springsteen said. This is your home town.