On March 27, 2007, I made a curious entry in my journal: "I do not like that Karl Rove," I said. "I would not like him in a grove. I would not like him in a box, I would not like to watch him on Fox. I would not like him here or there. I would not like him anywhere." My choice in targets was not what made this entry remarkable to me - in fact, I would be inclined to believe that quite a few people dislike Karl Rove these days. Two years ago, I was of quite a different mind - I openly declared that "Karl Rove is my homeboy." Today, the most similar thing I can say about the man is that he's a vicious, conniving gangster. While I've never quite liked liberals, I've always had a special hatred for conservatives - I've been a self-righteous libertarian for most of my life. There was a time, however, when I tried something different. For a year, I decided that I wanted to see what it was like to be a neo-conservative Republican.
Let me assure you, this was not an easy task. While my pluralistic philosophy has always told me it was important accept each and every system of beliefs as valid, it always seemed to me that conservatism was a euphemism for backwards-thinking and self-deception. Nevertheless I wanted to get myself beyond those personal prejudices, so I took careful and deliberate steps to infuse myself with this strange reality tunnel. I stopped reading newspapers like the Washington Post or the USA Today (after all, they suffered "liberal bias), and instead exclusively read the Washington Times. I listened to the virulent right-wing radio show "The Savage Nation" for three hours a day, six days a week. I voraciously read and re-read the three books of the show's host, Michael Savage: "The Savage Nation", "The Enemy Within" and "Liberalism is a Mental Disorder." I even gave Pat Buchanan a chance. I thought I was being quite open-minded by willingly subjecting myself to that garbage. I didn't realize I was falling into a trap.
It's hard to be a conservative. For example, in order to justify the War in Iraq to myself, I had to willingly suspend my disbelief. My good sense suggested that the war was a terrible idea that should have never been implemented; the news reported atrocity after atrocity occurring in Iraq, but I learned how to ignore things like "doubts" and "evidence". The chorus of the time was to have faith in the President, to have faith in his generals, to have faith in God, to "stay the course" and eventually, miraculously, the war in Iraq would settle and all would be well with the world. After all, it was better to fight the terrorists overseas than to wait for them to attack us on our own soil, right? In hindsight, this isn't really a plausible argument, but it certainly made for a nice mantra. Leave Iraq? No, it's better to fight them over there than over here. Better there than here. Better us than them.
The Washington Times didn't report things the way the Washington Post did. When I read about the Valerie Plame affair, it was through editorials insisting the entire ordeal was a political stunt, a waste of time - the paper suggested that Plame wasn't even a secret agent after all, that her name, photo, and job could be found in a Who's Who of Washington publication. The whole strange story was written off as simply more evidence to prove that the "liberal media" was undermining the war effort. Whenever there was some sort of bombing overseas, headlines would blare "Islamofascists kill 8 on West Bank" or something similar - it eventually became hard to believe that there was anything written in the Qua'ran beyond the calls to jihad. Profiling Arabs at the airports? This was an obviously effective anti-terrorist effort, and it kept the TSA screener's hands out of my own pockets. After all, everyone knew terrorists were ever only Arab males.
What I ultimately learned from this experience is that conservatives actually live in an entirely different world than the one inhabited by ordinary, thinking persons. I've said before that conservatism is another phrase for "backwards thinking", but it wasn't until I practiced that art that I understood how fully it was the case. The modus operandi of the anti-abortion, anti-gay, pro-military, pro-church, hardcore Republican is to start with a preconceived notion, like the thought that "the war in Iraq is a good idea", and to then go and doctor together evidence to support their foregone conclusion. This method ensures that the Right is always, well, right; anything that says otherwise is subversive propaganda. After all, if one listens to Michael Savage, the aim of the left is to undermine traditional morals and national security so that America is an HIV-ridden, drug-infested anarchic state under constant attack from the "Islamofascists".
Eventually, this experimentation began to alienate my friends. I can't really blame them - who really wants to hear the vitriol of a neocon? One of my comrades explained to me that he "stopped listening when a conservative started spouting"; this was apparently a fairly common sentiment. It seemed that there wasn't much respect among the educated for someone who hated gays, supported a disastrous war effort, opposed contraceptives, abortion, wanted children praying in schools, decried atheism, evolution, accused liberals of being traitors - it was a philosophy of negativism, completely incompatible with the active, libertarian lifestyle my peers considered "freedom". Immersed in the dregs of this regressive philosophy, I found myself with fewer and fewer friends. My girlfriend refused to ride in a car with me if I insisted on listening to Michael Savage. So I rode alone. People on the Metro shunned me when I opened the Washington Times. I read the Washington Times anyway. I had ceased to be a libertarian, and I was treading down the road of a lonely fascist.
Eventually, of course, I broke free of this intellectual bondage. There came a point wherein I loudly lauded Israel's capacity to "defend itself" with enough nuclear armaments in underground bunkers to bring about mutually assured destruction for the entire globe. An acquaintance looked at me quizzically and asked if I really believed that was a good thing. Of course I said yes, and I argued the point with enough vitriol to make Pat Robertson proud. I launched into a tirade lambasting the violent Muslims, the plague-ridden homosexuals, the freedom-hating "Demoncrats", anyone and everything to the left and center. By the time I was finished, I saw shocked faces all around. I had gone too far. A sudden, dizzying wave of horror caught me; the things I was advocating were not the things I actually believed in. I was no longer sure what I believed in, but I understood that I had been under the sway of something else for a very long time. Dare I call it a devil? I do not think such a claim would necessarily be amiss. I understand now with complete certainty that these stalwarts of tradition and righteousness which have ruled our country are fraudulent through and through. Beyond that, I understand nothinLabels: conservatism, drewspeak, george w bush, iraq, karl rove, lies, michael savage, neonconservatism