Because it was stale.

Because it was sappy.

Because it was self-important.

Because it was platitudinous.

Because it minimized the hideousness of some of the tea partiers and it blurred the odiousness of Fox.

Because it was politically meaningless and thereby a diversion at just the wrong time.

Because it was a mix of a high school graduation speech and a bad country western song, with too few jokes tossed in.

When Stewart said, “We can have animus and not be enemies,” he was parroting President Obama, who has said, repeatedly, “We can disagree without being disagreeable.”

A big part of Obama’s problem in governing is he failed to grasp the degree of disagreeableness he was going to face, so it was peculiar to hear Stewart reinvoke this mantra, as though what we need is more niceness in this country—as opposed to better organizing, or better messaging, or better mobilizing for a better vision.

When Stewart said we need to be “able to distinguish between real racists and tea partiers,” he conveniently ignored the fact that racists actually do permeate the tea party movement, as a recent report endorsed by the NAACP amply demonstrates.

When Stewart said, “Our country's 24-hour politico pundit panic conflict-onator did not cause our problems, but its existence makes solving them that much harder,” he was making a false equivalency between Fox on the one hand and CNN and MSNBC on the other, one that lets Rupert Murdoch off the hook way too easily.

When he said cable TV exaggerates the polarization and makes it seem like “we can’t work together to get things done, but the truth is we do. We work together to get things done every damn day. The only place we don't is here or on cable TV,” he was minimizing the political differences that actually do exist and lapsing into Toby Keith territory.

He acted as though there isn’t a meaningful battle going on right now about which way our country should go, or what kind of country we should be.

As Kate Clinton put it so presciently, “At this particular moment in our nation, ironic bonhomie is no substitute for making a stone cold sober decision to turn our political will into greater political power.”

But Jon Stewart’s message wasn’t to fight for political power; it was to play nice.

And in his sappy, self-important ending he said, “Your presence was what I wanted. Sanity will always be and has always been in the eye of the beholder. To see you here today and the kind of people that you are has restored mine. Thank you."

It’s still unclear to me what he wanted by people’s presence—other than a stunt, which he then scurried to justify with some high-minded rhetoric.

And Jon Stewart wasn’t sane before he brought a couple hundred thousand people to DC for no good reason? I don’t buy it.

If you liked this story by Matthew Rothschild, the editor of The Progressive magazine, check out his recent story "Tea Party Goon Squads."

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By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.


Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).


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