[Editor’s Note: Sepoy has escaped; however, he is completely nude and wandering the mean streets of Dayton, Ohio. I say this not to frighten, but to warn. He is crazed on absinthe (one of my favorite interrogation methods) and, as he crawled from my front porch, he was muttering somethings dark about “Said’s thesis,” The Magnetic Fields, and Mircea Eliade’s Cosmos and History. Left bleeding and hopeless by his epistemological rants, I could not stop him. But his emancipation was a sight to behold, on the level of Chief Broom’s bursting from the Cuckoo’s Nest: in retrospect, one thinks of the Incredible Hulk, except Sepoy is much shorter and not nearly as green.]
Now, following the diatribe I typed on my coreligionists, Sepoy wanted to take the next step and assemble some thoughts on how the sensible center might take an informed approach to wresting the Moral Golan from the likes of Delay & Robertson. That conversation faded, as much due to the taxes on Sepoy’s overworked gray matter, as to our own weariness with leftwing post-election navel-gazing. But we’ve had some time to recover.
For them who love America the Ideal the impulse is usually to criticize it constructively, with a hopeful nudge toward its better inclinations. While admirable, that approach ignores the dire situation at hand: the full realization of the neoconservative-corporate agenda. To turn the tide, like thinkers must first, ahem, win the hearts and minds of strip-mall, Wal-Mart America.
So how about it?
Unrelated: Sepoy has tasked me with answering another F’d up Q: “Was Bush Right?” He did this because he knows, as an attorney, I can’t help but argue indefensible positions. The thought of it is poisoning me, and I may have to scribble something. I’m losing sleep, and it’s a discussion that, for all the buncombe bestinking the question that begs it, we ought to have.