John McCain loves reporters, and the
feeling is mutual: after all, he's great copy, has a fantastic
narrative, and is always
eager to make their jobs easier by giving them plenty of good quotes
to chew over. The latest installment of the longest love affair in
American politics appears in the New Yorker, in Ryan Lizza's
"On
the Bus," wherein McCain talks about everything under the sun:
the campaign ("I just had my interrogation on Russert. It's a good
thing I had all that preparation in North Vietnam!"); his recent
contretemps over the Iraq "timetable" issue with Romney; and what
he's reading these days David Halberstam's The
Coldest Winter, an account of the Korean War and the
politics surrounding the darkest days of the Cold War.
"It's beautifully done. It's not just about the war, but it's
a very good description, whether you agree with it or not, of the
political climate at that time the split in the Republican Party
between the Taft wing and the Eisenhower wing, and Harry Truman's
incredible relationship with MacArthur. At least half the book is
about the political situation in the United States during that
period the isolationism, who lost China, the whole political
dynamic. That's what I think makes it well worth reading."
McCain has "isolationism" on his mind, as well he might: over 60 percent of
the American people want out of Iraq, and they have no appetite
for the new wars that McCain clearly sees on the horizon. Indeed, in
a recent outburst
he declared:
"It's a tough war we're in. It's not going to be over right
away. There's going to be other wars. I'm sorry to tell you, there's
going to be other wars. We will never surrender but there will be
other wars. And right now we're gonna have a lot of PTSD [post
traumatic stress disorder] to treat, my friends. We're gonna have a
lot of combat wounds that have to do with these terrible explosive
IEDs that inflict such severe wounds. And my friends, it's gonna be
tough, we're gonna have a lot to do."
Ah, but some people don't see this horror as inevitable those
dreaded "isolationists," whom McCain hates and fears. As Lizza puts
it: "McCain has decided that it's the isolationists a group that
he defines broadly, and which includes the Left and the Right who
are the real threat."
Of course, there is no such creature as an "isolationist":
no one advocates putting the U.S. in a box, cutting off trade and
cultural relations with the rest of the world, and going the way of
the Hermit
Kingdom. "Isolationist" is a vintage smear word, used by the War
Party since
time immemorial to characterize its opponents as addle-brained
cranks. Any and all advocates of a non-militaristic policy of
peaceful engagement with the world will inevitably be tarred with
the I-word, and there's no way around it. The War Party, with its
media connections and virtual monopoly on mainstream outlets, will
see to that.
McCain, whose symbiotic relationship with the media fueled his
rise to prominence, is counting on this to position himself as the
latter-day Harry
Truman, the valiant
crusader against the forces of Isolationism and Reaction. He is
right, however, about the real danger to his presidential prospects:
not the mythical creature of "isolationism," but the very real
rising tide of anti-interventionism, i.e., opposition to our foreign
policy of
relentless aggression. One can see, here, the outsized impact Ron Paul's
presidential campaign has had because the Paulians certainly have
McCain spooked:
"One afternoon, McCain talked about his surprise at the
resurrection of this element in his party, which has been
particularly visible in the candidacy of the libertarian Texas
congressman Ron Paul. 'We had a debate in Iowa. I mean, it was,
like, last summer, one of the first debates we had. It was raining,
and I'm standing there in the afternoon, it was a couple of hours
before the debate,' McCain said. 'And I happen to look out the
window. Here's a group of fifty people in the rain, shouting "Ron
Paul! Ron Paul!"' McCain banged on the table with both fists and
chanted as he imitated the Paul enthusiasts. 'I thought, Holy sh*t,
what's going on here? I mean, go to one of these debates. Drive up.
Whose signs do you see? I'm very grateful they've been very
polite. I recognize them and say thanks for being here. They haven't
disrupted the events. But he has tapped a vein.'"
Yes, he has, hasn't he? A record-making
fundraising effort initiated entirely by volunteers, a youth movement
that is sweeping the
campuses if not the polling booths, and a lot of respectful
attention (and some of it not so respectful). As a politician,
McCain can't help but be impressed and more than a little
anxious.
The ghost of Robert A.
Taft scares the
bejesus out of the man who would be the second
coming of Teddy
Roosevelt. As well it should, for, despite the jeers of Ross
Douthat, who notes that Paul hasn't topped 10 percent in most of
the primaries, Paul has clearly won the intellectual debate, even if
he didn't get the votes. Paul's critique of
interventionism, and the entire system of debt-funded
militarism, struck a chord with a highly motivated cadre of
activists, as well as the more
thoughtful sectors of the commentariat. That's what really
impressed McCain: you didn't see hundreds of McCainiacs
demonstrating in the rain outside the debates, yelling their
candidate's name. This is precisely the enthusiasm and energy that's
missing from the GOP these days, and McCain must envy Paul the
dedication of his "isolationist" followers.
How to explain it? It couldn't possibly be that they're tired of
sacrificing lives, both American and Iraqi, in order to
ensure a victory at
the end of what McCain anticipates will be a "100 year"
occupation. It's inconceivable that, at a cost of $1 trillion
and mounting, they don't believe it's worth it. And it's downright
impossible they take seriously the wisdom of the Founders,
"isolationists"
all, who disdained "entangling
alliances" and warned against militarism and overseas
adventurism. What moves the Paulians, in McCain's mind, is, as
he explains to Lizza:
"'A combination of isolationism, the old part of our party,
and the conspiracy. You know' McCain lowered his head and spoke in
a mock-confiding voice 'We have made an important discovery: the
headquarters for the organization that's going to merge three
countries into one Canada, Mexico, and the U.S. is in Kansas
City!'"
McCain is here referring to the so-called "NAFTA
superhighway," which right-wing populists claim is part of a
larger project to create a "North
American Union," consisting of the U.S., Mexico, and Canada, all
hitched to a single currency (the "amero").
Paul has raised
this issue, much to the chagrin of liberal and neoconservative
pundits, who mock the concept as a typical "paranoid" "conspiracy
theory," with no basis in fact. For my own part, it sounds all too
believable: a typical bureaucratic creation of tax-funded idlers, who spend their
"work" days constructing completely unrealizable castles in the air.
If I were McCain, though, I
wouldn't bring this up. After all, he was the one who signed on to
the amnesty
immigration bill, which, in practice, would have abolished the
border between the U.S. and Mexico and effected a de facto merger.
Forget the North American Union the amnesty bill, all by itself,
would have accomplished the same goal.
McCain's linking of anti-interventionism to other issues, such as
free trade and immigration, is a canard. One could conceivably
advocate the creation of a North American Union and oppose
our militaristic foreign policy. Just look at Louis Bromfield, the
popular novelist and screenwriter of the 1930s and '40s, whose 1954
polemic, A
New Pattern for a Tired World, advocated the merger of the
entire Western hemisphere while also opposing the schemes of those
"Americans suffering from what might best be described as a 'Messiah
complex,' who feel a compulsion to save the world and constantly to
meddle in the affairs of other peoples and nations, regardless of
whether, as is more and more the case, this interference is actually
resented."
As the Cold War started to freeze the international landscape
into competing blocs, Bromfield argued that "our policies and
actions are determined by a strange mixture of hazy impractical
idealism and of militarism promoted by a campaign of calculated
fear."
A more prescient vision of things to come would be hard to
imagine. Bromfield saw the future and fought against it, not in the
name of "isolationism," but in the cause of a merciless realism. He
foresaw the neoconservative pipe-dream
of exporting "democracy" at gunpoint, and saw, furthermore, how it
would end:
"These problems
cannot be solved by the arbitrary bestowal
or imposition of political 'democracy' with the touch of a fairy
wand, or by brutal assault of tanks and guns upon peoples who have
little conception or understanding of or even words in their
languages for democracy, freedom, liberty, and human
dignity."
Bromfield was of that tribe so feared by McCain, a Taft
Republican who once held a rally for the three-time GOP presidential
candidate on the front lawn of his large Ohio estate. That the Taft
wing of the party is enjoying a revival, one that baffles McCain and
his pals in the mainstream media, is hardly a surprise: as we repeat
the mistakes of the past, there arise those who know and learn from
history.
As in the case of the war that
frames the famous McCain war-hero narrative, the present conflict
in Iraq is a colonial adventure, which is not sustainable either
economically or politically. Yet McCain, with a messiah complex
as big and overbearing as his considerable ego, dreams of a Hundred-Year
War in the Middle East. Bromfield, truly a prophetic figure, prefigured
the McCain persona when he described the messiah complex as "peculiarly
an Anglo-Saxon disease which at times can border upon the ecstatic
and the psychopathic."