The End Of Racism [Dec 15, 2002]

Since my exclusive interview with Trent Lott five days ago, this blog has become the most talked-about phenomenon in journalism. My hard work here has been noticed by even my most calcified critics in the mainstream press. This week, Howard Kurtz, that lickspittle, inivted me to appear on his show. But I refused, largely because I had an orgy to attend the night before. It's always a bad idea, as Gore Vidal once said, to appear on television with dried vaginal juices in your hair.

On a similar note, today I begin to pick apart Attorney General John Ashcroft's reputation, slippery association by slippery association. Were you aware, for instance, that Ashcroft once was the secretary-treasurer of a national organization called Killing Homosexuals In The Name Of Christ? The group is still very much active today, both in Missouri and Guatemala, where it's established a strong following among poverty-stricken Pentacostalists who are tired of blaming the death squads for all their problems. As recently as five days ago, Ashcroft spoke at this noxious group's convention, saying, "while I don't condone what you adovocate, I certainly would look the other way if you carried out your plan. You have nothing to fear from my Justice Department."

More on this story as it develops, hour by hour, on the web. I think Ashcroft will have resigned by the New Year. Really, I do.

Meanwhile, the Trent Lott debacle has reached yet another fever-point. When a famous insult comic calls for your removal from a leadership position, you know you're in trouble. And I agree with Senator Don Nickles. Lott's misstatements and history of racist alliances have indeed made it more difficult for the Republicans to "enact" their "agenda" In particular, I'm worried about one program.

A Republican Party run by segregationist sympathizers is, quite simply, not going to be able to successfully fund a top-secret national program to create a Genetically-Enhanced Super Solider who will assassinate the world's most feared terrorists, one by one. Under the rule of Lott, only strong blond men would be selectively bred for this task, and the special characteristics of the various peoples who make up the American tapestry would be ignored. But we need a Super Soldier who combines the speed and agility of the darker races, the guile of the Asians, the dawn-to-midnight work ethic of Mexican immigrants, and the valuable social connections that only white people can bring to the table.

If Lott hangs around, that dream may die.