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                  in the streets as the rabble is finally aroused?     Some bloggers use pseudonyms
                  to keep their identities secret, kind of like the pamphleteers in eighteenth-century America. 
                  This protects individuals from retaliation for having unpopular views, and it prevents controversial ideas from being
                  suppressed.  Heck, James Madison, Alexander Hamilton and Mark Twain used pseudonyms.  In the McIntyre case, the Supreme Court struck down a law that required pamphleteers
                  to identify themselves, saying there was a right to anonymity in a democracy.  (See
                  United States Supreme Court.  No.  93-986
                  - Joseph McIntyre, executor of estate of Margaret McIntyre, deceased, Petitioner v. Ohio Elections Commission.  April 19, 1995.)  Ever since the red-meat style of politics came of age in the early 1980s, the Bushes have kept
                  guys like Lee Atwater and Karl Rove on the payroll to do their dirty work -- just as most wealthy families have servants to
                  take out the garbage and feed the dogs.  And all along, they've peddled the same
                  pose: "It's not that we want to pander to the yahoos, but we have no choice. 
                  Politics is such a coarse business."  Well, my friend Ric in
                  Paris will get a kick out of this observation that the Bush dynasty is quite clearly parallel to the Bourbons.  I think that may be a stretch, even if Peggy Noonan, who wrote Reagan’s speeches and now writes for
                  the Wall Street Journal thinks the Democrats are much like the rabble in Paris who so hated the rightful monarchy of
                  the time.     Of course there is a minor problem with the Bush claim that he was really forced to do this, only recently, by the San Francisco mayor and those Massachusetts judges.   See
                  Bush pledged to back ban in Nov., Musgrave aide says  Bill Straub, Scripps Howard News Service, February 28, 2004  
 WASHINGTON - President Bush pledged to Rep. Marilyn Musgrave that he would support
                  her proposed constitutional amendment prohibiting gay marriage three months before he made Tuesday's public pronouncement,
                  according to Musgrave's top aide.   The White House has said Bush made the decision only after officials in San Francisco and New Mexico presided over
                  same-sex marriages. …   Oops.  He kind of wasn’t telling the truth again. 
                  Oh well. 
 “Billmon” above suggests Bush “may want to reflect on the fact that the Bourbon restoration only lasted a relatively brief 15 years, before that Parisian rabble put their old cockades back on and ran the dynasty out of town -- this time for good.” That’s
                  not going to happen.   We have nothing akin to the Parisian rabble
                  that lopped off the heads of the Bourbons.  Our “rabble” is sedated
                  -- quiescent, passive, happy in their SUV’s and then home in front of the television watching the last episode of “Sex
                  in the City” on HBO.  Well, the maybe the word for our rabble is “moribund.”
                     That’s our collective fairy tale.   _____ 
   My
                  friend Ric in Paris did, by the way, comment –   The restoration monarchy was ‘rightful?’  Was it elected by
                  somebody?   How’s that quote go about the monarchy never being able to learn anything? 
                  Is it ‘parallel’ enough?   As for we rabble,
                  last week it was lawyers and magistrates in their black gowns out in the streets demonstrating against some stupid government
                  proposal - I can’t remember which stupid proposal because there’s a new one every week.  This makes it nine since the beginning of the year.  Demonstrations
                  number many more, because some concern last year’s stupid proposals.   There’ll
                  be another stupid proposal soon.  José Bové got busted again today.   Ric
                  points out José Bové -- the pipe smoking Roquefort cheese magnate-activist who studied economics out here at Berkeley -- got
                  himself busted again.  Yeah, well, that is what he does.  (I see nothing on the news wires.)   Ric
                  comments on Peggy Noonan of the Wall Street Journal speaking of Bush (père et fils) and alluding to them as “rightful
                  monarchs” -- but Peg is only echoing the intellectual hero of all conservatives, Edmund Burke, who in the aftermath
                  of the French Revolution gave that famous, stirring speech to Parliament defending the late and now significantly shorter
                  Marie Antoinette as a wonderful, noble woman who would be missed terribly.  I
                  think Noonan’s idea is that the Bush dynasty was really chosen by God -- and not by any benighted voters in Florida
                  or even, really, by the US Supreme Court.  God chose him.  Kind of like the French kings.  Well, that’s her view.     And
                  no, monarchs learn little from experience - no need.  That’s for the common
                  folk, the rabble.   And
                  Ric notes the Paris rabble is still there.  Endless demonstrations.  Sigh.   We
                  over here don’t regularly do such things, even during a cultural war:   ___   Footnote
                  – here is what Burke said about Marie Antoinette -    Edmund
                  Burke (1729-1797), born in Dublin, Ireland, was a member of the British House of Commons. 
                  After the French Revolution, Burke became an important critic of the Revolution and the effective founder of modern
                  conservative political ideology.  Although he had serious reasons for his politics,
                  there is also an element of nostalgia about in his perspectives.  In this brief
                  speech he laments the death of the Queen and the passing of an era.    It is now sixteen
                  or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb,
                  which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.  I saw her just above
                  the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she had just begun to move in, glittering like the morning star full
                  of life and splendor and joy.  Oh, what a revolution!  - and what a heart must I have, to contemplate without emotion that elevation and that fall!  Little did I dream, when she added titles of veneration to those of enthusiastic, distant, respectful love,
                  that she should ever be obliged to carry the sharp antidote against disgrace concealed in that bosom; little did I dream that
                  I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her, in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor, and of
                  cavaliers!  I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards,
                  to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.    But the age of chivalry is gone; that of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded, and the glory of Europe
                  is extinguished forever.  Never, never more, shall we behold that generous loyalty
                  to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even
                  in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom!  The unbought grace of
                  life, the cheap defense of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone.  It is gone, that sensibility of principle, that chastity of honor, which felt a stain like a wound, which
                  inspired courage whilst it mitigated ferocity, which ennobled whatever it touched, and under which vice itself lost half its
                  evil, by losing all its grossness.     Edmund Burke – 1793   This,
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