Pornitics

Across nations, cultures and the Millenia, the human race has propagated itself the same way: through the reproductive act which most sane people would call both natural and enjoyable. At the other end of the spectrum, some elements of sexuality have been combined with the forced submission of young children. This is an activity which most sane people would rightly call both unnatural and criminal.

In between lies the vast expanse of human sexual experience and expression. To define and divide it, societies have named censors to determine what is acceptable for common discourse, and what is not. There is no universal conclusion. The line continues to move. But at some point all censors are called on to declare what is pornographic. Academics have argued that pornography is more subjective than descriptive, and after wrestling to find his own definition, Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart famously declared, "I know it when I see it".

Wherever pornography begins and ends, it does have certain common characteristics. Among these are fantasy, delusion, submission, and frequently the magic elixir of commerce. "Just give us your credit card number, and that beautiful young thing will submit to your every desire!" While the faces and the figures may vary, the procedure is fixed: the use of illusion for the arousal of passions, a hedonistic form of propaganda for profit.

Opinions on pornography vary. Some find it a form of healthy release. Others call it repressive and reprehensible. But where the argument should end is at the point where we now find ourselves; where the pathology of pornography hijacks the political process. Where the unthinking wing of the American electorate is unknowingly subjected to a constant and subversive stream of fantasy and delusion. And where the merchants selling these wares remain utterly unconcerned about the consequences of the inevitable orgasms these passions will produce.

Again, we are in the land of pornitics.

As Frank Rich so clearly recounted in the New York Times, the script for this subversive stag flick really never changes. In our lifetimes alone, we are now seeing it acted out for the third time. Act one: an evil liberal is thoughtlessly elected by a duped electorate, resulting in the end of a long reign of special interests under the Republican banner. Act two: the evil liberal is proven to be--gasp!--a 'socialist'! Act three: the passions of a suddenly aroused electorate play out, literally, with a vengeance. While the larger part of America concludes, 'that was horrible!', others quietly mutter, 'they had it coming'.

History repeats itself. Kennedy defeats Nixon. The John Birchers start shouting, 'socialist!' Kennedy is gunned down.
Clinton defeats the first Bush. Limbaugh and Falwell amplify the socialist message using direct mail and talk radio. Hundreds of 'enemy' government workers in Oklahoma City--and many of their evil children in the facility's day care center--are exterminated.
Obama defeats McCain. He is exposed as the ultimate socialist. Already, we have one doctor gunned down for legally practicing his profession...and a security guard gunned down for...well, apparently acting as a security guard.
What's different now is that we've moved message delivery from the John Birch pamphlets past the Limbaugh rants and propelled it into the infinite echo chamber of the Internet, where people can find 'proof' for their delusions...and anonymously build upon them...endlessly. Without concern for evidence, civility, or the rule of law.

The victims of pornitics now carry their loaded automatic weapons to town hall meetings 'because they can'. Their ammunition is a delusional witches brew of phony birth certificates, gay marriages, government death merchants, glorious Marines, confiscatory taxes, flag burners, Muslim terrorists, Constitutional purity, Michael Moore documentaries, wasteful bureaucrats, free markets, lost jobs, public schools and a scornful Jesus.

This paranoia is a beautiful young thing. She'll allow you to do anything. She knows you're fully loaded. And the only thing she's ever wanted...is for you to go off.