Volume 11, Issue 2: Anvil
As some of our readers understand by this point, Bill Clinton survived the impeachment, as some are pleased to call it, "process." Of course, we use the word "process" broadly here, a use which encompasses both the solemnity of ancient constitutional procedures, as well as the vigor and enthusiasm of a junior high cafeteria food fight.
In the aftermath of President Clinton's acquittal by the Senate, I thought it necessary to turn our thoughts to at least one happy notion. This is because some of our more politically-involved readers probably need some cheering up by this point. You know you are in need of a word in due season when you see the president on the evening news, and you find yourself dancing in place on the hassock and singing imprecatory psalms at the television. Such readers need either a word of encouragement or faster reflexes with the remote.
The bright spot in all this is that we have seen the final and complete exposure of the national feminist leadership as just so many frauds. We have just finished watching a year of feminist defenses for a sexually deranged man, and it makes one want to sit and ponder a spell.
Forget the president's legacy-that will be determined more by David Letterman than boatloads of presidential historians anyway. And it is a good thing too, since we have some concern for accuracy.
Turn your thoughts instead to the legacy of contemporary feminism. President Clinton: accused rapist, serial philanderer, compulsive abuser of women, sexual predator in the workplace, Oval Office masher, feminist icon and poster boy. Ah, the times they are a changing. It is as though Carrie Nation put down her ax, bought a round for the whole house, bought one herself, and then toasted Jack Daniels. One doesn't know how to respond, exactly.
So this requires thought. The only thing left for us to do is prepare our arsenal of hoots, catcalls, snorts, chortles, incredulous looks, horselaughs, and righteous sneers, all set aside for the next time the feminists try to bring up anything.
And this is because it appears evident now, to every thoughtful observer, that the national feminist leadership has considerably less concern for the dignity of women than the waitresses down at Hooters.
Buckets of Cheer for Weyrich
By Douglas Jones
Who says nothing good can come out of Washington, D.C.? Paul Weyrich, that key political architect of the "Reagan revolution," has got reality. After dedicating decades to massive mobilization of grass-roots cultural conservatives which resulted in the Reagan presidency and even the 1994 Republican takeover of the House, Weyrich wrote in the Wall Street Journal (3/7/99) that this sort of political involvement "has failed."
After all these political successes nothing has changed-"the culture has continued to deteriorate" and "the old rules of conduct are not merely broken, they are scorned." Continuing in the same way would only "guarantee defeat." In other words, doing more politics like Dobson, Bauer, and Robertson is just folly.
Instead of using political means, Weyrich calls for a strategy of separation in which cultural conserof just shouting curses from the street. The horror. No more boycotts? No more impotent petitions? No more conservative adulterers?
Instead, Weyrich exhorts us to "build new institutions for ourselves: schools, universities, media, entertainment, everything-a complete, separate, parallel structure." He adds importantly, "in every respect but politics."
The only political activity we should do, he notes, is defensive, for protection: "it is much easier to stop something through politics than to achieve something through politics."
Some political conservatives have already started whining at Weyrich. His call demands painful, detailed work over generations. And we lack discipline and talent. Political conservatives delight in the cheap and quick. Spending millions of dollars on a political campaign looks like real work. When those candidates' "progress" gets wiped away just a few years later, they can wring their hands and start to push the boulder uphill once again. The whole process feels sort of holy, like hair shirts and flogging.
Yet Weyrich's call for new institutions has a grave omission-the family. It doesn't appear in his list. "Conservative" families once dominated our land. So where did the rebels ever come from? Most of them came from nice, middle class, neglectful homes. Whose hypocrisy, legalism, and busyness taught generations to despise their fathers? Conservatives did that long before political correctness came along.