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The White-Picket Fortress and Whose Side Is Demography On, Anyway?

Matt Taibbi, the incomparable Matt Taibbi, future recipient in the Nobel category of Channeling the Id of Radicalized Econ Nobel Laureates, had a great column the other day. He pointed out that the total segregation of rich and poor in this country is a major factor in white revanchists’ legitimate but woefully misplaced anger:

Many of the people who make big six-figure incomes consider themselves middle class. A University of Chicago professor arguing against the repeal of the Bush tax cuts made waves by saying he was “just getting by” with his $250,000 income…

All of this is a testament to the amazing (and rapidly expanding) cultural divide that exists in this country, where the poor and the rich seldom cross paths at all, and the rich, in particular, simply have no concept what being broke and poor really means. It is true that if you make $300,000 in America, you won’t feel like you’re so very rich once you get finished paying your taxes, your mortgage, your medical bills and so on.

For this reason, a lot of people who make that kind of money believe they are the modern middle class: house in the burbs, a car, a kid in college, a trip to Europe once a year, what’s the big deal? Wealth…is rapidly becoming defined as belonging to anyone who has any form of job security at all…

That the Tea Party and their Republican allies in congress have so successfully made government workers with their New Deal benefits out to be the kulak class of modern America says a lot about the unique brand of two-way class blindness we have in this country. It’s not just that the rich don’t know the poor exist…It also works the other way — the poor have no idea what real rich people are like. They apparently never see them.

What does it even mean to be ‘middle class’ if affluent people with jobs on television can claim the mantle and get away with it? (It means the term has become as meaningless as terrorism, for starters). It also means that

It’s also an unintended consequence of the decline of the WASP elite. The fact that there isn’t a Boston Brahmin named Peabody Saltonstall representing Massachusetts in the Senate as a patrician Republican from that Old Money bastion cloaks the fact that there is a greater concentration of wealth than ever. It’s just not held in trusts by the Social Directory.

You’d think demography would be on the good side. The 2008 election, when Indiana and North Carolina (and Dallas County, and nearly all of Northern Virginia) went blue wasn’t only supposed to represent the Great Middle coming to its senses after 8 years of Bush. It was  also a tipping point for the clout of young and/or non-white voters, whom the Obama campaign courted assiduously–not just for their one time votes–but to enfranchise them fully, to stanch the self-fulfilling bleeding that their lackluster participation in the political process created.

These were the people the least invested in hedge funds, least invested in the idea of hedge funds and their purported utility, their beneficence, their alleged genius in allocating capital and making the creaking system right itself. These were the people least invested in the system altogether. What happened to them? Why is the white-picket fortress surrounding the very wealthiest Americans adding a moat?

Four years later, the elderly white people trounced that coalition and we have lurched so violently rightward that the George W. Bush of 2004 would have a hard time emerging from a primary battle.

Yet there are more Latinos and Asians than ever, right? There’s probably more single women (a Democratic demo for sure) as the primacy of the nuclear family continues to plunge. The conservative nightmare, where the U.S. spirals into a post-Christian dystopia full of atheists and lesbians and a trillion Mexicans has a tiny grain of truth to it (although I’d add that we’ll eventually be left with Mormons, Hasidim and unemployed graphic designers only, like the last clumps of matter which will inherit the universe in its final stages of expansion as it all flies apart).

But how many more McCain voters have died off, relative to Obama voters, in the interim? Why isn’t this translating into, well, revolution?

Always at the forefront, California is on the cusp of permanent Republican minority–perhaps even permanent Republican “super-minority” wherein the intransigent bastards can no longer use the power given to them by quirks in the state constitution to thwart the voters in this overwhelmingly blue state. Then why does it sometimes feel like we’re 500,000 Latinos away from becoming the Christian Iran? Why is our once and future governor so tepid?

Why is everything red-shifting away from us like distant galaxies in spite of the incoming permanent Democratic majority (no one talks about that thesis anymore, do they?) The most depressing fact about the rightward lurch is that the best models couldn’t predict it and can’t explain it.

To go back to the universe-as-metaphor one last time, there must be some kind of dark energy holding these trends together, because they’re accelerating when they should be reversing. That dark matter is eviscerating the republic.

2008 in Jams and Films (& Books, what the fuck)

My five favorite songs of 2008, which may include music made and released in ’07 but which I in my infinite out-of-touch-ness only became aware of this calendar year:

“Strange Overtones,” Brian Eno and David Byrne

“Me + Yr Daughter,” Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head (g0d, what an awful band name)

“Escape City Scrapers,” Mono in VCF (okay, I know this was ’07 for sure, but it was a KEXP song of the day podcast on 12.30.07, so screw it)

“Hangman,” Fire on Fire

I also liked “Paradise Knife Fights” by Vampire Hands, “The Future Is Obsolete” by Voyager One, “See These Bones” by (remember them?  “Popular”?) Nada Surf, “Can’t Say No” by the Helio Sequence,

Basically all of these songs come from KEXP podcasts, because that was pretty much the only avenue by which new music reached me since I seemed to have devoted ’08 to film and books and I can only pay attention to two of the three in any given phase of life.

But my total jam through the year was MGMT, which I downloaded illegally last November and couldn’t stop listening to all year long.  It was to 2008 as LCD Soundsystem was to 2007, except I didn’t get to see MGMT headline a music festival in Scotland.

In terms of music that didn’t come out this year but which privately defines my aural ’08, I listened to a lot of Panda Bear on repeat one, along with Marianne Faithfull, especially “Intrigue.”  “The Drift” by Portishead got seared into my brain because it’s so haunting and I first heard it in rural Minnesota as the sun was setting through a tear in the clouds.  I like a lot of songs by Walter Meego.  I renewed my appreciation for Scott Walker, particularly “The Lady Came from Baltimore” and the gorgeous instrumentation in “If You Go Away.”  “Mathilde” by Scott Walker remains my favorite song of all time, a tenuous status subject to change at any moment but which hasn’t yet.  My friend Zan made me a birthday mix and “Headphone Song” by Junior Senior was totes the highlight.  I got reacquainted with “Try” by Delta 5 at a party in Seattle; some day it will be in one of those car commercials where an affable dork driver sings along.  “Too Nice to Talk To” by the English Beat, also better than I ever realized.  To toot my own horn, David Bowie‘s “Young Americans” is now my favorite karaoke jam.

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Film is easier.  I watched 186 movies this year, 170 of them for the first time.  Among them were virtually everything by Francois Truffaut and Werner Herzog that’s Netflixable. The best new ones:

WALL-E (kind of a copout, but it was the best thing to happen in animation in a long while, and my favorite animated film evah)

My Winnipeg (Guy Madden)

Encounters at the End of the World (Herzog)

The Last Mistress (could you get a less user-friendly name than Fu’ad Ait Aattou?  I think there’s an umlaut in there, too.  Whatevs, he’s hot and it’s an amazing period film.  Suck it, timid American public, for being stupid and forcing the title not to be transliterated as An Old Mistress, as it is in the original French).

Other things I really liked: There Will Be Blood, Tropical Malady, Beau Travail, Zerkalo (The Mirror), Aguirre the Wrath of God, The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser, Wild Tigers I Have Known (best film about gay adolescence I’ve ever seen, and I usually hate them), the Passion of Joan of Arc (I was way, way overdue), Confidentially Yours (Truffaut’s best film), Werckmeister Harmonies, Morvern Callar, Stroszek (Herzog’s best film), Fitzcarraldo, El Topo (phantastic with a ph), Nosferatu the Vampire, Lessons of Darkness (Herzog’s best documentary), Polanski’s Macbeth, Starship Troopers (amazingly prescient, since it’s from ’97, and one of the best satires ever), the Tenant, Pro-Life (a John Carpenter “short”; pretty fucking scary), They Live (another great Carpenter horror), Lola Montes (the very definition of fabulous) and Papillon (I watched it feeling dutiful towards a classic and wound up loving it).

The biggest disappointment was Cloverfield.  The thing that made me laugh the hardest was a scene in Amargosa where a slightly crazy old guy is riding an ATV and it’s cut with shots of an emu running around to a banjo…never mind, just watch it.  Saw the trailer for the new Star Trek, and I can’t wait!

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Not to be anticlimatic, but with books, I can’t read them quickly enough to have read all that many books put out in 2008.  I read 37 this year and none of my favorites were even written this millennium.  The five best were Vol. 3 of Proust’s In Search of Lost Time, The Guermantes Way, Octavia Butler’s Parable of the Sower (its sequel, Parable of the Talents, is good but not as good), Brideshead Revisisted by Evelyn Waugh, and a forgotten novel I heard about in grad school and finally got to, The Man Who Loved Children, by Christina Stead.  I liked The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison and Outer Dark by Cormac McCarthy but in the interest of having at least one non-fiction/2000s title in there, let’s say The Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein.  It’s a little flawed, but she’s rad.

The worst book I read this year, bar none, was Radiant Cool by Dan Lloyd.  Don’t even think about it.  Of course, no one’s ever heard of it, making my scorn futile.  This is unlike last year when I attempted Goethe’s The Sorrows of Young Werther and couldn’t finish it even though it’s short and I finish everything because it, like capital-R Romanticism, is extremely odious.  The end.