Tuesday, March 29, 2016

MAG V. MAGA, and Fred

Every now and then, when you deal in acronyms, you come across a weird coincidence. The latest big one is BLM, which can stand for Bureau of Land Management, which loomed large in the recent Cliven Bundy situation, and also Black Lives Matter, which looms large all over the place. It's nothing new. I remember being bemused many years ago by the National Recovery Act and the National Rifle Association.

But one of my pet acronyms, which I coined here on this very blog, is MAG, which stands for Media, Academia, and Government, the three things that pretty much control what constitutes goodthink in our times, also known as Political Correctness, and, sometimes, the Overton Window.

Curiously, it can also stand for Make America Great, which, happily, is usually a bit longer, in the form of Make America Great Again, so that it's MAGA rather than MAG. And that's good, because Make America Great Again is precisely what Media, Academia, and Government don't want to happen.

And then you have KRAV MAGA (קְרַב מַגָּע), which, as Monty Python would tell you, is something completely different from both.

And all of this is in aid of a segue to the unique Fred Reed, who doesn't use MAG, but symbolizes our intellectual gatekeepers with another triad, that of Washington, New York, and Hollywood, which also works. The following is from Fred's site at Fred on Everything [link], and is also reprinted at Takimag [link], where you can also comment on it all. (Comments at Taki's are always worth reading all by themselves.)

It Cometh from the Pit:And Hath a Knout

Once upon a time there was a fairy kingdom that lived inside a place called The Beltway, and was surrounded on all four sides by a land called America. The Beltway was aligned with another kingdom called Manhattan, inhabited by disembodied heads that spoke from the walls of bars, and with with yet another closed kingdom called Hollywood, the abode of  half-educated narcissists. These kingdoms were in eternal political syzygy, and spoke not with the people of the surrounding lands, of whom they knew nothing. The following is a chronicle of what befell them, and why.
After years of peace, the Kingdoms were taken greatly aback by the rise of the Trump Monster, their surprise being proof that they knew nothing of the surrounding lands. They knew nothing for good reasons, of which there were two. The first was that they passed their lives with each other and among each other and talking to each other and writing about each other and reading about each other behind the high walls of their kingdoms. In organs like National Review and The Weekly Standard they endlessly wrote stories of the form “A soothsayer in Manhattan replies to what some  other sayer of sooths said about yet another’s  attack on someone else.”
They had all dwelt in monasteries called Harvard and Princeton, where they learned that they were the wisest of men, and inerrant. They had no idea that they were hated in the strange lands without the walls, which on their maps were drawn as fog with notations such as “Here dwelleth dragons.” They did not know that there were people who agreed not with them. For were they not right about all things?
The other reason for their puzzlement was a powerful spell called “Political Correctness.” This strong magic prevented the outlanders from saying anything that the Three Kingdoms did not want to hear. Anyone who engaged incantations called “slurs,” which were truthful thoughts about sacred tribes, or who said Inappropriate Things about a certain little country whose only importance was being that little country, was thrown into durance vile. Thus the Three Kingdoms never heard anything they didn’t like, and so believed that almost everyone without the walls loved them. They had scarce an idea what furies were roiling and boiling and stirring under the surface of the Outer Realms.
Now, until the Trump Monster appeared, the America was ruled by a pseudo-democracy of one bicephalous party with two names. The Only Party consisted of blackguards and Quislings and pickpockets bought and paid for by the plutocratic oligarchy of large corporations, AIPAC,  and the. very rich. These told the two halves of the One Party what to do. Every four years there was played  a great tournament in which candidates of the Two Names of the One Party engaged in the most savage combat imaginable.  This was to distract the people outside the walls . Afterwards nothing changed and all went on as before, though the division of the spoils shifted a bit.
And in their ignorance and pride the Three Kingdoms engendered a monster called Trump, and it bit them.
It just keeps getting better. Read the rest here:
Quibcag: The illustration is another one from this delightful page [link], and the quote is from Pat Buchanan's latest column here [link]. I feel I should tell some of you young whippersnappers out there that I picked the quote partly because Pat himself used that slogan in his own Presidential campaign some years back, and it was the name of the political party he founded [link] (thanks to Pookie [link] for that info), and, of course, it was originally used way back in the WW II days by Lindbergh and others. Read about that here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/America_First_Committee
P.S. A reader informed me that BLM is not an acronym because an acronym is a word formed from (usually) the initial letters of a phrase that can be pronounced as a word in itself, like MAG or NATO. Then I realized I don't know what to call it when it's not an acronym. Looking it up, I found taht BLM is an 'initialism,' but that the term 'acronym' is coming to include things like BLM also. So the usage of the term is in the process of changing, and I wasn't entirely wrong to call BLM an acronym.

1 comment:

  1. He's right you know. These idiots call us hicks and rubes, but we're America. They're the provincials and lunatic fringe now. Their little bubble is an echo chamber where they can pretend its still the 1960s and they still have wide support for their long discredited programs. We're in tune with America, they're living in a Fantasy World.