{"id":23457,"date":"2016-01-07T11:45:02","date_gmt":"2016-01-07T16:45:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/?p=23457"},"modified":"2016-01-07T18:06:47","modified_gmt":"2016-01-07T23:06:47","slug":"the-love-song-of-j-foxnews-polhack-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/?p=23457","title":{"rendered":"The Love Song Of J. Foxnews Polhack"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This was extended from an <a href=\"https:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/?p=13543\">old post<\/a> of mine.<\/p>\n<p>(for reference, TS Eliot's <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poetrymagazine\/poem\/173476\">The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock<\/a>)<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>Let them go then, go and lie,<br \/>\nTo the people; the press supine with tight shut eyes<br \/>\nLike a patient etherized upon a table;<br \/>\nLet them go, with fatuous half-truths and deceits<br \/>\nThe fact-checkers in retreat.<br \/>\nThrough the ballrooms and lobbies of Washington hotels<br \/>\nAnd dim-lit restaurants with oyster-shells:<br \/>\nNo one challenges the tedious arguments,<br \/>\nThe cynical intent.<br \/>\nNobody asks a probing question\u2026<br \/>\nOh, do not ask, \u201cThat\u2019s not true, is it?\u201d<br \/>\nLet them go and make their visit.<\/p>\n<p>In the green room the interns come and go<br \/>\nTalking of Marco Rubio.<\/p>\n<p>The yellow hair that curled itself upon the buffoon's head,<br \/>\nThe yellow wisp that arched and flexed on the buffoon's head,<br \/>\nHissed sweetly to the howling fringe of the party,<br \/>\nCalled out to myriad fools \"Here is someone to hate\",<br \/>\nLet slide off its back the concerns of normal candidates,<br \/>\nSlipped by the guardians, made a sudden leap,<br \/>\nAnd seeing that it had befuddled everyone,<br \/>\nCoiled itself once about the country, and flicked its tongue. <\/p>\n<p>And indeed there will be time<br \/>\nFor the simpering hagfish that cruises our dark streets,<br \/>\nOozes his slime upon our TV screens;<br \/>\nThere will be time, there will be time<br \/>\nTo shake the hands to meet the faces he must meet;<br \/>\nTo mislead and lie about murder, about the state,<br \/>\nAnd time to piously preen in all the churches in the land<br \/>\nTo snidely insinuate about <i>Her<\/i> mate;<br \/>\nTime for losses and time for wins,<br \/>\nAnd time yet for a hundred interviews,<br \/>\nAnd for a hundred speeches from Mr Cruz,<br \/>\nBefore the voting even begins<\/p>\n<p>In the green room producers come and go<br \/>\nTalking of Marco Rubio.<\/p>\n<p>And someday there will be time<br \/>\nTo wonder, \"Pataki? Who?\" and, \"Santorum? Eew!\"<br \/>\nTime to look back and list those not so few,<br \/>\nWho have fallen (or should, already!) to the buffoon \u2014<br \/>\n(They will say: \u201cIt's still early, he cannot win!\u201d)<br \/>\nMy Morning Joe, their hollers doubting that he is really in,<br \/>\nThe hosts rich and modest, all asserting he can not win \u2014<br \/>\n(They will say: \u201cBut his hair! It seems so thin!\u201d)<br \/>\nDo I dare<br \/>\nDispute the punditry?<br \/>\nIn a minute there is time<br \/>\nFor predictions and revisions which a cycle will unwind.<\/p>\n<p>But we all know them all already, know them all:<br \/>\nWe know their speeches, tax plans, all those pols,<br \/>\nWe have measured 2015 with endless polls;<br \/>\nWe know the voices braying of the coming pall<br \/>\nAbove the music that was not approved.<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So what should I assume? <\/p>\n<p>And we have known the lies already, known them all\u2014<br \/>\nThe lie delivered in that focus-grouped phrase,<br \/>\nSo carefully formulated, massaged to convince,<br \/>\nOr at least confuse, to baffle, or to faze<br \/>\nThen how should we begin<br \/>\nTo sort through all the lies and half-truths they have said?<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And which media to consume?<\/p>\n<p>And we have known the faces already, known them all\u2014<br \/>\nFaces that are old and wrinkled and white and bare<br \/>\n(But in the spotlight, bronzed, smoothed and fair!)<br \/>\nIs it boredom or distress<br \/>\nThat makes me so digress?<br \/>\nFaces lying about a policy, or lying about a law.<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And should we then assume?<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And when will it all end?<\/p>\n<p>Should he say, \"I have walked alone though the common streets,<br \/>\nAnd seen Mexicans raping, Muslims plotting,<br \/>\nChinese stealing, Persians refining\" ?<\/p>\n<p>He will admire a fine Iowa hog<br \/>\nGrunting in bliss in a pen at the State Fair.<\/p>\n<p>And will it have been worth it, after all,<br \/>\nWill it have been worth while,<br \/>\nAfter the speaking and the lying, so many unchecked 'facts',<br \/>\nAfter the polling, after the caucus, after the years of caustic rhetoric\u2014<br \/>\nYet still, still so much more ? \u2014<br \/>\nIs it possible to <i>just say what they mean<\/i>?<br \/>\nBut no, still the magic lantern throws their lies and slanders on our screens:<br \/>\nWill it have been worth while<br \/>\nIf one, shouting into a pillow or turning off the news,<br \/>\nAnd turning toward the window, should say:<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\u201cThat is not it at all!<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That is not what we need, at all!\u201d <\/p>\n<p>I grow old ... it grows old ...<br \/>\nI shall swear at the TV as the days grow cold.<\/p>\n<p>Shall we leave the noise behind?   Just put on <i>Eat A Peach<\/i>?<br \/>\nCan we just order pizza, and renounce this endless screech?<br \/>\nI have heard that other countries get this stuff done in weeks. <\/p>\n<p>I do not think that you will listen to me.<\/p>\n<p>We have heard them lying upon the stage<br \/>\nSeen their strange stiff hair in waves blown back<br \/>\nFelt the ill wind blown from faces white and black.<br \/>\nThey have lingered in our living rooms on our TVs<br \/>\nAnd still ten months until this winds down<br \/>\nTill the new voices wake us, until the next round.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This was extended from an old post of mine. (for reference, TS Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock) Let them go then, go and lie, To the people; the press supine with tight shut eyes Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let them go, with fatuous half-truths and deceits The fact-checkers in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23457","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-election"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23457","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=23457"}],"version-history":[{"count":19,"href":"https:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23457\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23478,"href":"https:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23457\/revisions\/23478"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=23457"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=23457"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ok-cleek.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=23457"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}