Everyone in the anti-Oblogosphere is talking about Rebecca Traister's piece in Salon,
"Why Clinton voters say they won't support Obama." Like the knife-thrower's assistant, Traister misses the point -- again and again, and always just barely.
Point 1: It's the gent, not the genitalia. Traister defines the phenomenon purely in terms of "ladies who love Hillary too much." Sisterhood is powerful: Hence, the PUMAs.
It's a menopause thing, or so sayeth Traister.
Bullshit, sayeth I. Larry Johnson owns testicles, as does your humble narrator, as do a lot of other folk in PUMA-land. This is not a girls-only club. This is not about estrogen solidarity. In the end, this is not even about Hillary Clinton.
For the umpteenth time:
I wish that Hillary Clinton had never run. For months, my motto was "Anyone but Hillary." I voted for Obama in the California primary, only to develop an epic case of buyer's remorse soon after.
This fight ain't about the Senator from New York.
It's about Obama. He's just not the right guy. He's just not the
acceptable guy. The case against him resists easy summary, but one image may suffice:
He moved Democratic Party HQ to Chicago.
For many years, Chicago corruption was the one aspect of Demo life that every party loyalist outside Illinois preferred not to think about. Whenever conservatives would spit "If you're so pure, what about the Daley machine?" -- we would whistle and sputter and tap our feet and try to change the subject.
And now:
Barack Obama has moved the Democratic Party to Chicago. Boy, has he ever. In every conceivable way.
Point 2: It's the blogs, stupid! For some bizarre reason, the online world receives bare mention in Traister's piece. Rebecca notices the carnage in her living room, but she can't see the big gray peanut-eater named Stompy.
Wanna know how PUMA began, Becky? Hit the wayback machine and read the daily spew from Kos, TPM and Democratic Underground throughout the months of February, March, April and May. If that exercise doesn't inform you of the central role played by the blogs, then you must be so stupid that you need an instructional video to teach you how to pour milk on corn flakes.
2008 may be the last election in which pundits can pretend that the traditional media matter more than the online media. After this cycle, let's all stop kidding ourselves. Stop acting as if the overpaid blowhards on the teevee deserve more respect than do the unpaid blowhards in blogland or the paid-off blowhards who run the best-known political websites. The Daily Cheeto, god help us, gets more hits than FOX or MSNBC get viewers, and is therefore just as deserving of our antipathy.
Yes, Chris Mathews and Keith Olbermann and the rest of the gang said some pretty horrendous things during this cycle. I don't care -- at least, not as much as I would have cared in seasons past. I now live at the desk, not on the couch, and my right hand makes an instinctive grab for the mouse, not for the remote.
Each morning, Chris and Keith and the late Saint Timothy all got their thinking orders from the internets. The Obi campaign pulled ahead when it gained power over most "Democratic" sites. Control those sites and you control the terms of debate.
It's the blogs, stupid.
And boy -- were the blogs
stupid. And ugly. And vicious. And vile. And just plain loathsome.
The PUMA meme, like the term itself, was born online. Anti-Obama sentiment would never have congealed into a movement if his followers had not behaved in such a repulsive fashion, if they had not cried "Racism!" at every perceived heresy.
For months, they disparaged the legacy of the best Democratic president since FDR. The so-called "left" regurgitated every right-wing hate-meme and wacko anti-Clinton conspiracy theory of the 1990s. Roughly twelve years ago, the Whitewater smear (along with all the cognate smears) made me love a president toward whom I had previously felt lukewarm. History crossed party lines in order to repeat itself: In 2008, the Moulitsas Mob transformed this Anyone-But-Hillary kind-o-guy into a Hillary-Or-Else kind-o-guy.
For me, the turning point was the
"darkened video" controversy. My widely-read response to this particular meme had Kos and his Krew dead to fucking rights. On technical issues, my citations all went to good sources, and a posse of pros backed up the main argument. The article demonstrated that video codecs routinely degrade and darken videos as part of the compression scheme, and that the
entire video in question was affected, not simply one image of Obama.
Did Kos apologize? Nope.
That incident woke me out of a trance. These guys weren't interested in debate or facts or reason. 2008 was
1984. Obama was Big Brother, Moulitsas ran the Ministry of Truth, Hillary Clinton was Emmanuel Goldstein, "progressives" were Outer Party members, and we were living through a half-year Hate Week.
The haters taught us to hate right back.
For months, we stood on the receiving end of the most despicable, deceitful, paranoid, insulting and abhorrent barrage in the history of the Democratic party.
Hillary's a Republican! Hillary's a fucking whore! Hillary's worse than Lieberman! Hillary FORCED Dubya to invade Iraq! Hillary wants to kill Obama, just like she killed Vince Foster! The prog-bloggers spoke darkly about the "Bush-Clinton crime family" -- a term which soon morphed into the "Clinton-Bush crime family." The Kossacks became the new Freepers, the new Dittoheads. Our lives were threatened.
The prog-bloggers kept shouting:
Go! Go! Leave us, Clintonistas! This is OUR party now. Get out out OUT!So out we went.
And we ain't coming back soon.
Don't kid yourself, Rebecca Traister. We will not forgive those who bigot-baited us simply because we refuse to doublethink our way around the Lightbringer's nonstop lies.
We have only one way to cleanse the party of Moulitsas, Stassinopoulos, Aravosis, Marshall, Obama, Axelrod, Plouffe, Dean, Brazile and all those other pieces of subhuman sewage. We must make sure that Obama
fails -- either in August (very unlikely) or in November (more likely) or, if need be, in his presidency.
After that, and only after that, comes unity. On
our terms.