David Brock

Blinded by the Right

Franken had him on yesterday (actually he’s on alot). He went over again the organized & systematic campaign against Clinton by the right. Brock worked for the American Spectator & knows exactly what went on & how the “conspiracy” was funded. Brock finally realized what he was doing was wrong & is on “our” side now. I’ve got to read his book.

Franken’s been doing some really funny Clinton skits, playing off all the lies the right-wing fabricated about him - it’s pretty funny. :laugh:

The Real David Brock

When incurable liberals like Todd Gitlin and Eric Alterman begin using the name Whittaker Chambers as a term of approbation, we are entitled to say that there has been what the Germans call a Tendenzwende, or shift in the zeitgeist. The odd thing is that they have both chosen to compare Chambers’s Witness, a serious and dramatic memoir by any standards, to a flimsy and self-worshiping book titled Blinded by the Right, by David Brock. Meyer Schapiro, one of the moral heroes of the democratic left, once said that Whittaker Chambers was incapable of telling a lie. That might well be phrasing it too strongly, but I have now been provoked by curiosity into reading Brock, and I would say without any hesitation that he is incapable of recognizing the truth, let alone of telling it.

The whole book is an exercise in self-love, disguised as an exercise in self-abnegation. How could he, asks the author of himself, have possibly gone on so long in telling lies, smearing reputations and inventing facts? The obvious answer–that he adored the easy money and the cheap fame that this brought him–was more than enough to still his doubts for several years. However, his publisher seems to have required a more high-toned explanation before furnishing him with a fresh tranche of money and renown. And Brock’s new story–that he was taken in by a vast right-wing conspiracy–is just as much of a lie as his earlier ones.

ADVERTISEMENTOn page 128, Brock does what many defectors do, and claims that it was his party, not he, that had changed. The tone of the 1992 Republican convention was the alleged tipping point, with its antigay, anti-1960s, Christian Coalition themes. On page 121 Brock makes the demented assertion that the GOP had “virtually launched an antigay pogrom,” before sobbing, “there was far less ideological affinity between the GOP and me than when I had first come to Washington. The party had left me and many other libertarian-leaning conservatives back in Houston.” So at least that fixes a date, in what is a very rambling and egocentric narrative. And the date makes it easy to demonstrate that Brock is a phony. His early hero Reagan made alliances with Jerry Falwell, fulminated against the 1960s, refused to mention the term “AIDS” in public and encouraged Jeane Kirkpatrick’s veiled attack on the “San Francisco Democrats” in 1984. As a longtime Bay Area denizen, Brock would have had a hard time missing that last reference, or any of the others. So he’s plainly still lying about his past. He’s also lying about his future: the “Troopergate” allegations appeared under his name a good while later than 1992, and sometime well after that he was billed as a featured speaker by the Christian Coalition.

Who is such a sap as to take the word of such a person? Brock masks his deep-seated mendacity from others and (perhaps) from himself by a simple if contemptible device of rhetoric. He switches between passive and active. Thus of one conservative smear-op, he tells us that “I allowed myself to get mixed up” in it. His masochism even permits him to say, at a reactionary award ceremony in far-off St. Louis, at which he somehow found himself, that “I was miserable. Yet this was how I made my living and it was who I had become. The conservatives had bought my brain.” And paid well over the odds for it, I should say. Never mind, he always cheers up by letting himself be drawn in to another bad business. And here we get the same paltry narcissism in its opposite form: “I was a full-scale combatant, I had war-wounds to show for it, and I needed the thrill of another round of battle.”

He finds it difficult to refer to himself–when he isn’t crippled by self-loathing–without using the words “icon” and “poster boy.” There are actually very few revelations in the book, unless you are surprised to learn that a cabal of right-wingers tried to frame the Clintons for killing Vince Foster. (Brock now prefers the even more far-out view that Foster was murdered by the Wall Street Journal.) Referring to the anti-Semitism of a famous conservative, he cites what might be a joke in poor taste and says it was “one of her gentler remarks.” What, couldn’t he have cited a more damning one? There are countless silly mistakes, including the date of Theodore and Barbara Olson’s wedding, and many innuendoes, such as the (unsupported) suggestion that it is Richard Mellon Scaife who has committed not one but two murders. In his coarse attack on Juanita Broaddrick, whose allegation of rape was supported by several contemporaneous witnesses and has not yet been denied by Clinton himself, Brock does not even do the elementary work of stating the case he is trying to rebut. Instead, he inserts a completely gratuitous slander against a decent woman, all of whose independent assertions have survived meticulous fact-checking. The defamation game is still all that this creep knows. Etiquette requires that I mention a very rude description of myself, concentrating on the grossly physical, which includes the assertion that I am unwashed as well as unkempt. Those who know me will confirm that while I may not be tidy, I am so clean you could eat your dinner off me. Perhaps I did not want to put Mr. Brock to the labor of proving this. At any rate, I am relieved to find I am not his type. However, I forgive him this sophomoric passage because its empty hatred was so obviously feigned after the event, and because it describes me as five years younger than I am.

Still, I wanted to take an extra shower after trudging through this dismally written, pick-nose, spiteful and furtive little book. It glitters with malice and the more cowardly kind of “disclosure”; it’s a dank, filthy tissue turned inside out. And it is all written allegedly as a defense of the Clintons’ right to privacy! As someone who despised Clinton from the very first, I remember resenting the damage done by hysterical and fabricated right-wing attacks, which bought him time and sympathy. Anyone really interested in this period should grab the paperback version of Michael Isikoff’s Uncovering Clinton, a verifiable story told by a serious journalist, who began by disbelieving the rumors and discovered by honest exertion that many of them, and some that had not even been suspected, were true.

MINORITY REPORT by Christopher Hitchens

Al Franken is a liar. Here is a sample. More can be found here

Franken and the Pope and 12 airplanes

Is Al Franken so determined to defend President Clinton’s record on terrorism that he has to make things up? What about those 14 Harvard researchers? On pages 109-110 (paperback, pp. 117-118) of Lies, Franken writes,

“Ramzi Yousef, Abdul Hakim Murad, and Wali Khan Amin Shah are all currently behind bars … They were involved in [further] plots to kill the Pope and blow up twelve U.S. jetliners simultaneously. But neither happened. … Why? Because Clinton thwarted them. He thwarted them all.”

The truth? The plot to kill the Pope was thwarted by Philippine officials in January 1995, less than one week before the pontiff’s arrival in Manila!1 Abdul Murad was captured after he and Yousef accidentally started a fire in their apartment while trying to mix explosives. Upon interrogation, Murad confessed to the plot to kill the Pope.2

Murad also confessed the details of a plan called Bojinka, the plot to blow up a dozen U.S. airliners.3

When Murad was handed over to the F.B.I. months later, the work (and heroics) had already been done … by Philippine law enforcement!

The truth is that Bill Clinton had as much to do with thwarting these plots as much as, well, as much as Al Franken did.

How many Harvard researchers was that again?

Interesting how one will publish an article from The Nation, a totally left-wing, liberal magazine, when it supports their views.

Franken is not a liar! When he gets it wrong, he corrects himself. I listen to him everyday & while I don’t agree with everything he says, he is not a liar.

If you want to find out about liars, read The Lying Liars - A Fair & Balanced Look at the Right. Ann Coulter & Rush are the real liars.

Ann just looks good. Who really cares what she is saying :laugh:

Quote (MidnightToker @ Nov. 18 2004,15:35)
Interesting how one will publish an article from The Nation, a totally left-wing, liberal magazine, when it supports their views.

Doesn't that make all the more believable? Maybe that's why I posted it.

Brock Timeline.

Quote (MidnightToker @ Nov. 18 2004,16:35)
Franken is not a liar! I listen to him everyday

So your the 'one' I keep hearing about ...
When they talk about his audience I always wonder who that person is .... :D