Congratulations, Trump voters! You won. You won the White House, you won the Senate, and (of course) you won the House of Representitives. The whole trifecta! Every last bit of it. You own that shit now! So what have you won?
You own torturing people. And I know that doesn’t bother some of you, so you also own torturing people who may not have done anything wrong just because they’re brown. You own murdering children because their asshole father joined ISIS. You own every woman who dies during child birth or seeking an illegal abortion. You own every child that is deported to a country where they’ve never even lived. You own the internment camps we’re going to need for rounding them up. You own every child at school who gets bullied or attacked because the President says he’s a rapist or a murderer. You own every happy handed mysoginist who thinks that grabbing pussy is back on the menu. You own every person who isn’t your specific preference of gender or sexuality being intimidated, assaulted, and pushed to suicide. You own every cheer and every smile of every Klansman on inauguration day. You own an entire nation of second class citizens.
You own twenty-two million people who can’t afford to go to the doctor if they get sick. You own more trickle down economics squeezing what little life is left from the middle class. You own all the progress don’t make moving away from fossil fuels – progress that other countries make as they pass us by. You own years of continued stalling on climate change, and every climate crisis we have for the duration. You own every last brick and strut of infrastructure that goes unrepaired and every dollar of productivity lost because of it. You own every person that gets sick from their water and their air being polluted. You own children whose parents work more than full time but can’t afford to feed their kids. You own young adults coming out of college with a mountain of debt they will take to their graves.
You own every blunder, every embarrassment, every political snafu that could have been resolved with even the slightest bit of diplomacy or tact. You own every nation that disengages with the United States and every harm that comes to America because of it. You own every piece of intelligence not shared. You own every member of our armed forces that is put in harm’s way because of Trump’s whithering manhood.
You own every one of these things because that is the America your candidate proudly stands for, and that is the America you chose to vote for. And I will never let you forget it.
There are some folks trying to brush away the Trump comments by saying it’s just guy talk and all men are pigs in private, or some such weak sauce version of that argument. So I’m going to set fire to that right here.
All men are not like this, but I’ll tell you what. We all KNOW at least one man like this. We know that one guy who thinks he doesn’t have a filter, but what he really doesn’t have is any sense that women are human beings.
This is NOT locker room talk. Guys don’t brag about assaulting women in public. And let’s be clear, what is being described is assault. We’ll get lewd or crass. We’ll use some of the same words. But the context is completely different. We don’t brag about forcing ourselves on women. In fact, most guy bragging is the opposite – how much women want them.
You have to be a sad, sad little man to consider it brag worthy that you can grope women and there’s nothing they can do about it because you’re a big shot. I don’t hang out with guys like that and wouldn’t allow them in my circle of friends. But like I said, all guys KNOW a few like that.
When I was younger, the pack mentality of masculinity told me to hold my tongue when I heard this kind of crap. That’s probably true for a lot of men at first. I’m long since past the age where I will tolerate it and choose instead to confront it scornfully and directly.
Don’t ever, ever entertain the idea that this is common dude banter. It’s not. It’s not even close. It’s a creepy little rapist taking his creepy little dick out because he thinks he’s showing off. He wants the approval and normalization of the pack. He does not deserve it and he will not have it.
I voted for Hillary Clinton in the 2008 primary. She lost. In the 2008 and 2012 elections, I voted for Barack Obama. In the 2016 primary, I swung hard for Bernie Sanders. He is a man I’ve respected for as long as I’ve been politically aware. I promoted his message, his campaign, and I brought people over to the Sanders’ camp. I voted for Bernie Sanders in the 2016 primary. He lost.
It disheartened me beyond words. I felt like we had a narrow window of opportunity to elect someone truly different, someone with ideas that reflected a progressive – even LIBERAL – outlook and a better future for America. We had that window, and we missed it. We missed it because Sanders got almost zero media coverage well into the primary. We missed it because the DNC stacked the deck against a candidate they saw as an outsider. We missed it because an insurgency campaign against as powerful and well recognized a candidate as Hillary Clinton was the longest of long shots even without all of those other factors.
There are a lot of Sanders voters who, over the course of the primary, have come to have a very negative opinion of Hillary Clinton. And now that Sanders is out of the race, their frustration and mistrust of her is causing them to investigate third party options, in the forms of Jill Stein and Gary Johnson. They see the two party system as inherently unfair, completely corrupt, and they refuse to take part in it. They are unwilling or unable to cast their votes for someone they see in such a negative light.
I’ve long agreed with the belief that there needs to be a third (and maybe even a fourth) political party in this country. If you’re considering voting third party this election, I’d like to ask you where the FUCK you have been for the past sixteen years. No, seriously. Where have you been? Have you been promoting and campaigning for your local Green or Libertarian candidates? Who ran for your town council on those tickets? Your mayor? State legislature?
There are over half a million elected offices in the United States government. Without Google, can you name ten candidates in a third party that holds one of those offices? Can you name ten that you’ve definitely voted for? For the overwhelming majority of you, the answer is no. But some of you think that a candidate whose party controls (effectively) zero percent of the government and whose candidate is either polling below the numbers needed to participate in the debates (Johnson) or below the numbers for the fucking margin of error (Stein) is going to win the White House?
Maybe if you’d started a decade and a half ago. Maybe if everyone so willing to cast their Presidential ballot for a third party candidate had volunteered, organized, phone banked, donated, and put genuine effort into building their local third party option up. Maybe a third party candidate could win the White House in your lifetime. In your lifetime. And if that’s what you want to see, I suggest you invest your efforts and your passions in that cause, because it certainly is worthwhile.
But at three months away from a general election for the President of the United States, in an election where you couldn’t even get Bernie Sanders through the gauntlet in one of the major parties, the notion that voting for a third party candidate is an effective use of your vote is literally fucking insane. The only message it’s going to send (when that third party candidate takes zero electoral votes and a single digit percentage of the popular vote) is that it’s worth the Democrats’ time to get Libertarians on the ballot and the GOP’s time to get Greens on the ballot. Same as it ever was.
It’s way too little, way too late. You don’t build a pyramid from the apex down, you don’t put a roof on a house before you’ve laid the foundation, and you don’t take the Presidency with a political machine that literally cannot get elected dog catcher. You don’t have to like any of those things, but they are none the less true.
You also don’t have to like Hillary Clinton, but you do have to vet your sources. When I see dyed in the wool liberals extolling her vices based on editorials they’ve read on Brietbart or the National Review or Fox Fucking News, it completely blows me away. Are you going to start linking me to Alex Jones next? How biased is too biased? I know the primary was rough, but there’s a difference between walking away hurt and walking away butthurt.
And you may argue that simply voting for the lesser of two evils is no longer acceptable. I agree with you, in concept. I don’t like it either. But all that is left to chose between are two (relative) evils, because your eleventh hour, hail mary, stamp your feet and buck the system candidate has the same chance of becoming President as I do. There are 100 days left until the election. Gary Johnson would have to gain 0.5% in the polls every day from now until then to claim victory. Stein, even more so.
Your choice of who to vote for is anyone. Your choice of who your next President will be is Clinton or Trump. That’s all there is. When the lesser evil loses, the greater evil wins. If half of the room is voting to drink bleach, and half the room is voting to drink soda, you don’t vote to drink water because water is better for you. You vote to not drink fucking bleach.
Still, like I said, you don’t have to like Hillary Clinton. But you do have to disregard this nonsense that she is “as bad as” Trump. She is not. No one who has ever made a serious run for President in my lifetime is as bad as Trump. This isn’t just a party lines argument. I’d vote for Mitt Romney over Trump. I’d vote for Richard Nixon’s corpse over Trump. I’d vote for Dick Cheney. Dick. Fucking. Cheney.
Forget the basic reality that Trump’s vision for America is the antithesis of everything the Sanders campaign was reaching for. Forget that his policies, if they actually exist, are all over the board and constantly contradictory. Forget that he thinks it’s a good joke to tell a reporter that his daughter is so hot he’d totally bang her. Or maybe schlong her?
He is a megalomaniacal, thin skinned, completely batshit insane crackpot of the highest order. He is too fucking dangerous to be let anywhere near a nuclear arsenal. You may think Clinton is a sociopath (I suspect that anyone who actually wants to be President is screwed in the head in some way), but she’s a cool headed sociopath, at least.
Trump has one level of outrage, that level is 11, and he is absolutely sure he has never been wrong, ever, in his entire life. That’s not a recipe for leadership and you know it. What you get with Hillary Clinton is a less charming Barack Obama. From a policy standpoint (drones and all) they are virtually the same candidate. What you get with Trump is a tantrum throwing man-child with a perpetual chip on his shoulder and an itchy finger on the launch button.
You need to get over the precious notion that your ballot is some special little snowflake. It isn’t. It’s not you, it’s not your belief system, it’s not the embodiment of everything you are. It’s not even a political statement unless you run around afterward telling everyone about it. You’re not a culture warrior. You’re not the reef that breaks the tide. Voting for a third party is the crossfit of voting. No one gives a fuck but by god you’re going to tell them.
What I’m going to say next is going to sound “white man’s burden-y” and that’s just too bad because it happens to be true. We are Americans. We are one of if not the most influential and powerful nation on Earth. Certainly from a military perspective, no one else even comes close. Swings in our economy ripple out and affect the entire rest of the world on a magnitude that dwarfs other nations. There is a reason that our Presidential election is covered in other countries much more substantially than the reverse. We have a responsibility to not put a mad man in charge. Not because other countries need us, not because they look to us for guidance, and not because we know better. Because when we have bad leadership, other people suffer.
Sixteen years ago, roughly 100,000 people in Florida decided they could not stomach the indignity of voting for a candidate they disliked in order to stop the ascension of a candidate they loathed, and as many Iraqi children burned for their petulance.
Seeing that Dark Souls is finally being unshackled from Games For Windows Live (which means you might be able to finally do proper match making without third party mods) got me thinking, once again, about Games For Windows Live.
How is it possible that Microsoft invested that much money and effort and status in a service that no human soul wanted and that every user agreed was destined for the dust bin of history? How and why do companies with effectively infinite budgets conjure and deploy such terrible and ultimately doomed projects? I mean, yeah, I know. Windows ME. It’s not their first cock up. But it’s a stand alone cock up, which means it was conjured in a vacuum.
Sure, there were likely some/many people involved in it that tried to make it a good service. And there were probably many more that knew damn well they were creating a blighting turd. And I know how it is – the people at the top have staked their jobs on the success of a thing without understanding it, and the people in the trenches don’t have the clout to defy them.
But my question is WHY? Why does that structure exist? Why has it not evolved? Where is the economic Darwinism that should have killed off that sort of project management ages ago? If companies that invest money in OBVIOUSLY doomed endeavors (and I’m not talking about experiments or high hope projects, I’m talking about sad pieces of crap like GFWL) objectively piss money away, why has no corporate mechanism or culture evolved to prevent that?
Now, please understand. I’m not trying to stifle new ideas. Innovation is the life blood of most industries, especially the tech sector. A certain number of new ideas and projects will fail. Some will fail because they were inherently bad ideas, or because of poor management, or they were ahead of their time, or even just that the right talent wasn’t on board. But there are certain initiatives, often high visibility initiatives, that are unanimously identified as doomed from the moment they surface. How do they get to that point without any sort of counter-check in place?
And sure, it’s easy to point your finger at a bad idea in hindsight. And many good ideas (even great ideas) also meet resistance and criticism. Case in point? I’ve had a Steam account since launch (because Valve pretty much made it mandatory for Half-Life 2) and I remember the sketchiness of that service’s early days. I remember the angry blowback from a great many users and gamers. It was a project that was honestly ahead of its time, but whose goals seemed weird and poorly outlined. And while there were some technical hurdles, there was a fundamental way that Steam (even in its infancy) was different than Games For Windows Live.
The problems with Steam were that it failed to deliver on its intended vision, and mostly for technical reasons. Those reasons resolved themselves thanks to the old equation of Time Plus Money. And also some savvy stewardship from Valve. Contrast that to GFWL, and it’s easy to see what marks the latter as a bad idea. First of all, it was never able to overcome its own technical hurdles. That’s pretty inexcusable, honestly, considering that Microsoft has infinity dollars AND controls both the service an the platform it ran on.
But the technical problems were really just window dressing. The main problem with GFWL was that even if it had been technically flawless from day one and had flawlessly delivered its exact vision, it was a terrible vision that no one wanted. No gamer wanted to tie their PC experience to their console. No gamer wanted to only be able to be logged into one piece of hardware at a time. No gamer wanted their PC titles to be associated with a list of other players that were almost guaranteed to be on an incompatable platform.
I could go on and on for ways and days, documenting every detail of GFWL’s terribleness. I won’t bother, because Google exists. But the core point is that with Steam, the core user feedback was that we didn’t quite understand what Valve was trying to make, and it didn’t work right. The core point with GFWL was that we understood exactly what Microsoft was trying to make, and it was stupid. And it didn’t work right.
So I’m not trying to stifle innovation or experimentation. That’s the last thing I want. But there are indicators and markers for projects that are clear winners, projects that are in flux, and projects that are guaranteed losers. Failures before they ever go live. Straight up money sinks. So why are they so common (although not exclusive) to tech – and especially gaming? And if the worst offenders are so easily identified, why hasn’t the business culture (so interested in maximizing profits) developed any ways to deal with them?
Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends. To the endless revolving quagmire of violence and loathing and doubt that is modern Iraq. It’s been a long time since America as a nation thought about Iraq – not nearly as long as it’s been since we finally brought our troops home, mind you – and yet here we are again, just a few years later, staring into the eyes of so very many concerned souls with so many dire predictions and warnings about a murderous madman raining terror down on a countryside so barren and undesirable that if it didn’t happen to be (more or less) on top of one of the planet’s largest reconstituted dinosaur sludge reserves, every patriot to the last would be happy to whistle past the graveyard and ignore it like so many other violent regions of Not First World Hell.
But sadly, oil. So sadly, Iraq. And predictably, the media. The folks over at CNN are trying their damnedest not to let their huge, throbbing erections show above the ten-panel split screen shots as they put on their super serious stiff upper lip faces and somberly prognosticate doom and turmoil in 1080p. You have to bet there is glee in the upper offices of America’s Most Self Satirizing News Outlet. Not even the haunting presence of Wolf Blitzer’s beard can bilk a missing plane indefinitely. But a war? Military action? Shit, that’s where CNN shines. Sure, you’ve got your Foxes and your MSNBCs and all the other little one hour a day chumps over on broadcast, but when America wants to tune in to some completely bullshit military analysis and watch a bunch of blow-dried pricks play soldier with a microphone, there’s only one place to go. THIS IS CNN!
And if that were the worst of it, I’d probably just hold my head in my hands for a moment and move on.
But I can’t do that, dear readers. I simply cannot bring myself to it. Because yesterday I saw a news clip, filmed in 2014, of Paul Wolfowitz sloshing around advice on how America should handle the new crisis in Iraq. Paul. Mother. Fucking. Wolfowitz. The same Paul Wolfowitz (then Project For The New American Century member) that spent years in the 90s trying to convince Clinton to invade Iraq. The same Paul Wolfowitz (now Deputy Secretary of Defense) who said we’d need a token army to maintain Iraqi peace after the invasion. The same Paul Wolfowitz (still Deputy Secretary of Defense) who told Congress that the reconstruction of Iraq would be immediately self funding due to oil profits. Yeah, that same Paul Wolfowitz (now currently not in prison for reasons that evade me) thinks he’s a fucking expert on a nation that he clearly knows dick about.
They’re bringing on Bill Kristol, too. Here’s a little reader challenge for you, sort of a fun internet game to play. Go find any clip of Bill Kristol talking, or read any article he’s ever published or contributed to. Now find one thing – one single bloody thing – he was correct about. He spent the first decade of this millennium with pom-poms in hand, cheering on every sort of needless, reckless, bullshit military adventure that the human mind could conjure. And he’s never right. Ever. About anything. I don’t even need to provide examples like with Paul Wolfowitz (still currently not in prison) because it is impossible not to find.
Yep, the neo-cons are getting the band back together to root for a third jaunt into Iraq in the last quarter of a century. And all the while they’re happy to suggest that this is all Obama’s fault for bringing the troops home (just like he said he would, just like the public wanted, and just like Bush agreed to before leaving office). One could argue that it’s actually the fault of the myopic morons who invaded without any sort of contingency plan. Or really without any knowledge besides the lessons they didn’t learn by all getting their Vietnam deferments. And I was about to do just that, when I saw Karl Rove come on television and say that bringing up the mistakes (and I use that word loosely) of the previous administration just plain isn’t fair because it’s old news. No al-Qaeda link? No WMDs? No liberator’s greeting? No fair, man.
No dice, Turd Blossom. You fuckers broke it. It’s been broken ever since. And now you’re going to turn around and tell us it’s our fault it’s broken, but you know how to fix it. And son of a bitch, but it sure sounds like the same military adventurism as last time. The same Team America: World Police bullshit you’ve always been selling. The same stark, absolutes-only game of Risk you’ve always fancied yourself as players in. Well fuck you. As soon as you lot opened your mouths to say anything other than, “Sorry we fucked that whole region up,” or, “How in the hell have we not been convicted of war crimes?” you opened yourselves back up to every criticism that has been rightfully levied against you. Your very recent record of colossally terrible insights into this exact problem – the very lack of insight that led to this problem – is not only fair game, but absolutely necessary. You maybe could have squeaked by if you’d kept your heads low, but your hubris got the best of you. Well now we’re going to take the past twelve years and smash your fucking teeth out with them, you war mongering no nothing fucks.
Now, the irony is that as bad as this ISIS situation is, it might not be the crisis of epic proportions that the media is making it out to be. . . if you can believe such a thing. Surely, it’s a splinter faction of al-Qaeda, but its primary beef is WITH al-Qaeda right now. And the lack of resistance it has met, thus far, is more due to geographic and cultural factors than anything else. It’s that tricky Sunni versus Shi’a dynamic that none of the masterminds behind Iraq 2: Electric Boogaloo were ever able to wrap their heads around. Yes, they are very well armed. And yes, they are very well funded. And yes, they are doing very terrible things (near our oil, mercy me). But the Sunni controlled ISIS is currently rolling through Sunni-dominated northern Iraq. When they hit Shi’a controlled Iraq (also known as Baghdad and everything south of it) that tune is going to change. Which is why Shi’a dominated Iran is so hot to sweep in from the north and pincer their asses.
And yes, America broke this already broken situation. We broke it and made it far, far worse than it already was. But maybe the best course of action isn’t half a million pairs of boots on the ground. Maybe we need to start fucking with other people’s countries just a little bit less. And maybe the absolute last people on the planet who should be giving advice on Iraq are the ones that completely fucked the pooch in the first place. I’m not saying I have all the answers. I’m saying that sons of bitches like Paul Wolfowitz and Lindsey Graham and John Bolton (and if he even dares to read his head, Dick Cheney) have NONE of them. The fact that they are even booked on television to speak with any sort of authority should not be tolerated by anyone, and will not be fucking tolerated by me. They should be drowned in the shame of their own sins as often and as publicly as possible until they realize how lucky they are to even have the option of crawling off to rot under rocks of their own choosing.
By now, most of you have heard of Cliven Bundy – the ranger out in Nevada who decided twenty years ago that federal laws and grazing fees don’t apply to his particular cattle. You see, his livestock are eating the grass on someone else’s land. Specifically government land. And when that happens, you are supposed to pay a fee for access to that land. It’s a reasonable (and uncontroversial) form of capitalism, since you’re doing nothing to maintain the land, and you do not own it, yet you are extracting a resource from it. He claims he doesn’t recognize the federal government as existing (usually while waving an American flag) and has gone to court multiple times to avoid paying the grazing fees. Repeatedly, the courts have struck his arguments down.
It got to the point where the federal government seized his cattle, in an effort to make him pay the $1 million in fines and fees he owed. Now, just to be clear, when he was costing the government money, that was FREEDOM! But when the government was costing him money, that was tyranny. Yes, some people believe that his decision to break the law makes him a patriot because something something New World Order Agenda 21 FEMA camps. I’m not going to get into a debate on this topic because it’s too stupid to rationally process. If I took a crowbar to every parking meter where I parked my car, I’d wind up in jail. If I decided to open a warehouse or a storefront inside the local park without getting any sort of approval, I’d get shut down. Every other rancher manages to obey the law, and Cliven Bundy isn’t some special little snowflake.
Things spun rapidly and stupidly out of control, and they somehow wound up having a stand-off between a bunch of local militias (who rushed to the defense of the man breaking the law) and the U.S. government. Once again, remember, they seized his cattle for repeated and willful violation of the law. Not because they were jack-booted Nazi thugs or whatever. So you had armed soldiers on one side of the stand-off, and a bunch of guys who decided to play army with live ammo on the other. In the end, the government backed off (for now). Then the ass backwards version of this story hit Facebook (because if you are getting your news from Facebook there is something wrong with you) and it somehow became a symbol of resistance to oppression and the power of the second amendment.
You all need to stop. Seriously. Just stop. And please understand, I’m not making a statement in favor of or against the second amendment. I actually have a lot of mixed feelings about the issue of gun control versus gun rights, but that’s not what is at issue here. The presence of civilian firepower in an armed stand-off only works because our government is NOT the monster that most of those people think it to be. If it was, there’d be a smoldering fucking crater where those militia members had set up camp, and a drone pilot in an undisclosed bunker would be getting a bronze star right now. The stand-off worked because the government has a vested interest in not murdering its own citizens. An infinite number of Bushmasters are useless against GPS guided ordinance.
Oh, and speaking of monsters, one of the militia spokesmen said they had “stratergized” putting the women in front of the armed militia members, so the television cameras could record them being shot by the government troops. See, that’s the type of world this guy thinks he lives in. He believes that the United States government will gun down a row of unarmed civilians, on camera, over some cattle. If the government this guy wets the bed over at night actually existed, his family would be sifting through rubble and ash looking for bone shards right now. We can all be glad that it doesn’t – even if it means we have to suffer a gaggle of wanna-be John Waynes.
So, over the past day or so, this link has been making the rounds. It is a series of photographs of self described creationists who, in response to the debate between Bill Nye and Ken Ham over creationism, intelligent design, evolution, and science in general, thought it’d be amusing to make one of those, “We’re real people and our words are important!” picture feeds where they all hold up pieces of paper with witty phrases on them. There were a lot of these going around when Occupy was at its height, and I guess they’re still a thing.
Anyway, the questions are insipidly thick, and generally either contain some sort of pithy bumper-sticker worthy turn of phrase or a gross, almost criminal misunderstanding of basic scientific principle. A few of the true gems contain both! Now, when I say basic? I’m not saying that they don’t quite grasp the intricacies of unified field theory. I’m saying that I don’t think they know what the word “science” means. At first, I thought I should just leave it alone. It’s just a bunch of people expressing their opinions on the internet, and fuck knows I believe in the right to do that.
But the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I got. Because these were smarmy, self satisfied, stupid questions being asked in a format that allows for no genuine response or explanation. And they were “ordinary folks” asking questions of a celebrity. Quite frankly, Bill Nye is too classy a guy to individually tear these inane messages apart. I, on the other hand, am pretty much a huge prick. I’m also just another “ordinary guy” on the internet. Hell, without Buzzfeed pimping my replies, I’m practically the underdog! So when you stick your head in front of a camera and decide you want to run down a chunk of your fifteen minutes being a smug asshole? Well, that makes you fair game.
A recent essay over at Politico has attempted to make a case against early voting. It’s essentialy nine paragraphs of C rate concern trolling that both completely misses the point of early voting and manages to make no concrete argument against it.
Before I tear their into their actual arguments, I’d like to take a moment to address the authors of this essay. Not just to point out that they are, by default, highly partisan, but to suggest that they completely lack the perspective and personal knowledge necessary to hold an informed opinion on the topic. I’m going to take a wild guess and say that John McGinnis and Eugene Kontorovich, both professors of law at Northwestern University, have never waited half a day in the cold to vote. Or been told by their boss that even though they can take off the first Tuesday after the first Monday of November (by law), they really “better not” if they want their jobs to be there when they come back. I suspect that they show up at a very well maintained grade school or church in their local town, talk to a nice lady (probably named Delores), and are in-and-out of that booth in thirty seconds flat.
And since their political affiliations do matter? I’m also going to take another wild guess and say that John McGinnis and Eugene Kontorovich don’t give one rat fuck about “voter cohesion” or the spirited debate that takes place before an election. That nothing in the last 46 days of an election has ever made either one of them think, “Hmmm, I’d better vote for a Democrat”. That John McGinnis, the author of The Origin of Conservatism and frequent contributor to The Wall Street Journal and National Review, knows who he is going to vote for before the names even show up on the ballot. I doubt that the guy who went from fretting about the filibustering of judicial nominees in 2005 to cheering the filibustering of them in 2010 finds himself paralyzed by indecision on election day. I’m taking a similar guess about Eugene Kontorovich, a libertarian blogger for The Volokh Conspiracy, even though I don’t know as much about him because he doesn’t even have the common sense to have his intern or his TA or his nephew make a Wikipedia page for him.
Their other arguments are the most basic sort of destroyable tripe. There’s some slippery slope prattle in there (presumably it will allow the degenerate electorate to start voting for box turtles or something) as well as the false appeal to noble tradition (go ahead and ask a black guy born before 1944 for more information about the conservative reverence of said tradition).
But more to the point, the entire essay exists in a completely bullshit fantasy world where democracy happens the way it does in fifth grade civics books. I’ve heard citizens engaging in debate about the best options for the country. It usually ends with, “Well, fuck you!” Go scroll your Facebook feed back to November of 2012 for more recent data on that subject. The example they point to (in case you hadn’t figured out that they are old white guys yet) is the Kennedy/Nixon debates. They make no mention, of course, of how politics, the media, the public’s relationship the government, or the amount of information available has changed since then. They seem incredibly concerned about debate performance in a world where debate performance counts for less and less. They also chose, without even a hint of irony, an election that took place before the Voting Rights Act.
Additionally, they seem to imagine a world where early voting has become mandatory or, at least, the preffered way to vote. As if undecided voters (also known as the middle third) will be unwilling to wait until election day to make up their minds. Either that or they really believe that die-hard liberals and conservatives are going to jump ship and vote for the opposing party. Now, you may see that in local elections – my very blue state has a very red governor, for example – but even in that extreme example, most Jerseyans made up their mind about Christie and Buono shortly after asking, “Who the fuck is Barbara Buono?” and those poll numbers didn’t change in the months leading up to the election.
But my biggest problem with the article is that it doesn’t even attempt to address the issue that early voting seeks to correct. They poo-poo one solution, and then sort of shurg their shoulders and say that they’re really sorry some folks can’t get to vote, but hey. . . fuck em. That’s the price we must pay in order to have some mythical voter cohesion thing happen, and so people will still give a shit about whatever op-ed they publish the last week of October. They barely acknowledge that the current system sucks, and then offer zero solutions to fix it. Moving election day to a weekend? Not on the table. Making election day a national holiday? Nary a mention. Setting a minimum mandatory ratio of voting machines and polling places per registered voter (or even probable voter)? Notably absent.
Just the same old shitty status quo that just so happens to favor their preferred party’s election outcomes (not that that ever comes up in their article). Just two more hacks, hacking away while pretending not to be hacks. But I’ll tell you what. When John McGinnis and Eugene Kontorovich spend a few election days freezing their toes off in the bad(est) part of Detroit for six hours to cast a ballot? When they work three part time jobs in two different counties, neither of which they can afford to even live in, and have to navigate the crumbling remnants of a never great in the first place mass transit system to get to their polling place? When they have to wait until thirty seconds before they go to vote to have some jackoff in a tri-corn hat with nothing better to do challenging every voter that isn’t sufficiently melanin-deficient? I’d be delighted to hear what they have to say about early voting, and voting rights in general.
Until then they can fuck right off to hell.