Chuck Todd, NBC’s Meet
the Press host, gave an impassioned
monologue on MSNBC the other day.
“I’m not going to go full Howard Beale here, but close. It feels like we have
reached a level of crazy in this White House, and it is difficult to take it
anymore. Reality TV, tabloid gossip, conspiracy theories, name-calling,
vulgarities, and a level of egomania few have ever seen in Washington — and
that is saying something!”
Forty-two years ago, Metro
Goldwyn Mayer (MGM) produced the film Network. Howard Beale, the anchorman to which Todd
referred, struggled to accept the ramifications of the social ills and depravities
existing in the world. Rather than
provide Beale with the psychiatric help he needed, the network exploited him
for higher ratings.
After receiving his
two-week’s notice, Beale went on the air to tell his viewers he had “run out of
bullshit.” What followed won the
film four Academy Awards.
“I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows
things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing
their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers
keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there's
nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it.”
“We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit
to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that
today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the
way it's supposed to be!”
“We all know things are bad ─ worse than bad ─ they're
crazy.”
“It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we
don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we're living
in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in
our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials,
and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.’"
“Well, I'm not going to leave you alone. I want you to get
mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to
write to your Congressman, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I
don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians
and the crime in the street.”
“All I know is that first, you've got to get mad. You've
gotta say, ‘I'm a human being, goddammit! My life has value!’"
“So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up
out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open
it, and stick your head out and yell, ‘I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to
take this anymore!’"
Powerful stuff. Right?
Under
President Trump the economy is booming, unemployment is the lowest it’s been in
half a century, ISIS has been virtually destroyed, illegal immigration is tangibly
being curtailed, jobs and manufacturing are returning to their highest levels
in eight years and criminals from the Clinton/Obama era being identified. America
is reaching, once again, for her best.
Prime Minister Winston Churchill
spent years as an outsider whose warnings about the threats that England faced
from Nazi Germany caused him to be reviled as a warmonger, imperial nationalist
and alarmist until his warnings proved precisely right. Even after World War II
broke out, Churchill’s leadership was only grudgingly accepted by the elites
who had kept him in the political wilderness for years.
Perhaps nothing is as
wrongheaded as the efforts by President Trump’s chorus of haters to cast George
Orwell’s 1984 as a clarion call
against the rise of a Trump-like fascist controlling us with a present-day
version of the Ministry of Truth.
If anything, we’ve
learned that the NSA and the Intelligence Community did some of its most
devilish work for Barack Obama and Democrat Party leaders who wanted to
transmute the United States into a Russian-style intelligence dictatorship and
the FBI into a KGB-style weapon to smear their political opponent.
UPDATE: Welcome Bad Blue Uncensored News
readers. We are grateful to Doug Ross
for linking to this post.
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