Never underestimate the contribution neoconservative
women in the scribbling and broadcasting professions have made to sexing up
the war. When a bunch of babes with bursting décolletages quakes
and quivers for military action, their fans (males, especially) do more than
just look … they listen.
The Fox News War Harpies were certainly a dream come true for many
American men. Who cares about honest reporting or even basic fact-checking
when a Jenna Jameson look-alike is yelling from the screen, "Sock it to
In as much as she is classy-looking, and speaks with a dulcet lilt, Peggy Noonan
doesn't deserve to be lumped in with the Fox fillies. In as much as she prostrates
herself to political power, she does. Peggy fashions her prose – a responsorial,
stream-of-consciousness ramble – in the style of the black southern preacher.
Unlike the preacher, however, she conflates the president with a Higher
Power – Peggy believes God speaks through George W. Bush. From his furrows to
his genitals, this Court Courtesan's high-flown linguistic banalities have lovingly
depicted her man's every inch. (See "He's
Got Two of 'Em." )
Ann Coulter is sui generis. I can't help liking her. (Bring on
the hate mail; I think Laura Ingraham is also quite sharp.) But at this juncture
in American history, Coulter ought to be extolling "Mr. Conservative"
Robert Taft, not daft, dirigiste Dubya. Coulter has rightly condemned
(the neoconservative) Madeleine Albright's "preemptive attack" on
Slobodan Milosevic, as having been "solely for purposes of regime
change based on false information presented to the American people." Why
then the double standard regarding Bush's Iraq excursion? Infuriating
liberals is a noble conservative calling. Being a Stepford Wife to an ersatz
conservative like Genghis Bush is not.
Coulter's worst offense, however, and she's conceded as much, is to have inspired
so many wannabes. Some Coulter Copycats (Monica Crowley) have concentrated
mainly on the signature hair bleaching. Others, more destructively, and in an
attempt to up the ante with respect to Ann's provocations, have stooped to
support state internment.
As has become apparent from the case of the president's nominee for homeland
security secretary, Bernard B.
Kerik, the neoconnerie is not particular about vetting – or even Googling
and LexisNexising – their bureaucrats. And considering the delight they
take in the mass killing in Iraq, no one should expect the neoconservatives
to pay more than lip service to those "family values"
they gush about. So I'm not sure why I was even remotely shocked to see Canadian
serial sexual stalker Rachel Marsden play parrot to Bush booster Dennis
Miller on his little-watched CNBC chatshow. (She was billed as a conservative
Marsden must have been on a tight schedule, having just pleaded guilty to criminal
harassment before Judge Bill Kitchen in British Columbia Provincial
Court. As the Associated Press reported,
Marsden was forced to resign
last May while working for a Canadian Member of Parliament under an assumed
name. When arrested two years ago, Marsden was working for the Free
Congress Foundation, Paul Weyrich's D.C. think tank dedicated to fighting
America's "long slide into cultural and moral decay."
The major contribution Marsden (aka Elle Henderson) has made to the cause of
cultural renewal (besides joining Rush Limbaugh in finding
funny the torture at Abu Ghraib) has been in the terrorization of several
men; she almost destroyed an award-winning young swimming coach at Simon Fraser
University (SFU) between 1997 and 1999. First, she stalked Liam Donnelly for
months, making him the target of her warped (and graphic) "erotomania."
Or so Leonard Stern of the Ottawa Citizen described the pornographic
letters and pictures with which she had deluged her victim.
Sexual harassment kangaroo courts are the Left's unique contribution
to obliterating the Rights of Englishmen on campuses. When Donnelly spurned
her advances and gifts, "conservative" Marsden proceeded to
unleash on him the Soviet-style apparatus and apparatchiks Canadians
have come to know (and fear) so well. In a lengthy and lewd complaint, she accused
Donnelly of repeatedly raping her and making her his sex slave. (Incidentally,
Marsden's writing has not improved much since those heady days of relating
to the terrified coach her preference for non-lubricated condoms "without
the Exxon Valdez oil slick all over them.")
The totalitarian SFU harassment office, egged on by our jeering Jezebel, fired
Donnelly. In the rush to ruin him, the gender ideologues discarded a mountain
of evidence against Marsden and proceeded to try and convict the
young man in absentia and without due process. (SFU later rehired Donnelly
and paid a portion of his legal costs.)
Marsden, described rather charitably
by Judge Kitchen as "extremely extroverted," "histrionic,"
and "attention-seeking," next stalked noted Canadian criminologist
Prof. Neil Boyd and then went after former Vancouver radio personality
Michael Morgan, the crime for which she was convicted.
Although one can never be certain about the veracity of Marsden's curriculum
vitae, she boasts that Queen Bee Coulter herself will
be a guest on her little-heard Vancouver radio talkshow. Come to think of
it, I had asked Coulter's webmaster why he posted articles by someone like Marsden.
That, after I had briefed him on the Donnelly case, that travesty of justice
residents of Vancouver (then including myself) recall so vividly. (What
am I talking about: unless they were comatose, which is a possibility, most
Canadians will remember the case that rewrote sexual harassment policy in Canada!)
He responded thus, and I paraphrase: "We all have baggage, forgive and
forget." Tell that to Donnelly, on whom Marsden took no pity. If anything,
it was abundantly obvious, as Donnelly's perceptive lawyer noted at the time,
that Marsden relished every lurid moment of notoriety. With impunity comes indifference.
Unless their indiscretions are exposed, neoconservatives just don't care.
Fast forward to the Dennis Miller Show. The audience went ape as Marsden
complained (and loudly: neo-concubines have foghorns for voices), "The
only action Democrats ever gave us occurred in Clinton's pants."
This is what Scott
McConnell, editor of The American Conservative, meant by "a
vulgarized neoconservatism" (I can think of a better adjective for its
gynocentric permutation). No doubt, the women of the neoconnerie have been instrumental
in keeping their fans tuned-out,
turned-on, and hot for war.