We Do What We're Told

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Humor and the Far Right

lefty_pugilist brought this to my notice:

Folks, these torture pictures with the women torturers, I mean Marv Albert looking at those pictures would say, "Hey, that doesn't look so bad." You know, if you really look at these pictures, I mean I don't know if it's just me but it looks like anything you'd see Madonna or Britney Spears do on stage. Maybe you can get an NEA grant for something like this. I mean this is something you can see at Lincoln Center from an NEA grant, maybe on Sex in the City: the Movie. I mean, it's just me.

--Rush Limbaugh, 3 May 2004

The last time I linked to an appalling Limbaughism, I found forums where Rush's defenders said "You misunderstand. He was joking." Well, it's pretty clear he's joking now. But, you know, there's a name for those who take joy in the suffering of the tortured.

This may reflect some confusion about the nature of beauty, but it also suggests that Lang is on to something in locating the ultimate degree of wickedness in the way evil reaches its apotheosis as a genocidal art form. That and the laughter. Bin Laden's complacent grin, the self-satisfied chuckle while discussing the details of murdering thousands with "gas" ("the fire from the gas in the planes"). When I saw that, I couldn't help thinking of Hitler and his cronies sharing a silent laugh when they jested about the Final Solution's being just a "rumor." The final malignant twist of wickedness: turning the murder of innocents, turning public tragedy, into private comedy. It is in that shared laughter that Hitler and bin Laden shake hands.

--Ron Rosenbaum, "Degrees of Evil", February 2002

That name is demon.

"In closing, let me say: that each and every day,
I'm an evil, rotten, egotistical snob (evil, rotten).
I'm the capo de capo of a Joe McCarthy-like gestapo,
A right wing, foam-at-the-mouth, jackbooted slob."

--Rush Limbaugh in his own words

Because I have my own musical tastes

I don't like "worst song" lists, because I know that the music I like and hate bears only tangential relationships to the music that other people like and hate. Also, starting in college, I learned how to structure my life so that I don't tend to hear the songs that other people find omnipresent and oppressive.

So, following an idea I found through firecat, here's a list of the "fifty worst pop songs" from whatever self-important group assembled that list recently. Considering that it goes back only to the late 1960s--thus missing the glory days of the crooners--yet somehow manages to get wrong which of Jim Steinman's most egregious ventures into songwriting was the worst (they list "I'll Do Anything for Love", but skip over "Total Eclipse of the Heart" and "Love and Death and an American Guitar"; this last is an almost perfectly unironic encapsulation of teenage selfish exceptionalism and is a song I'm terrifically embarrassed to know at all, let alone still own), and overlooks "The Ballad of the Green Berets" or the even more appalling "Dawn of Correction", I feel that I can mock this list to my heart's content.

( The List )

There. That wasn't good, was it?

More praise for "The Peak 107.1"

As I was driving home from grocery shopping, they played "Pretzel Logic", the title song to Steely Dan's 1974 album. I'm not sure that I have ever heard "Pretzel Logic" on a commercial radio station before. This is remarkable.