Lee Atwater. The man who wore Tucker Carlson’s hairstyle first.
Check out the Boogie Man: The Lee Atwater Story documentary.
Hoo-boy. Watching the Right lose itself is sad. I can’t do a civil war with these people. I truck with John Lennon’s non-violence ideas instead.
If you’re looking for insight into why Elon Musk, Bill Ackman, and other RWT fascists are going cuckoo for Donald Trump, check out the “Boogie Man: The Lee Atwater Story” documentary on Amazon.
After dying in the early nineties, this career GOP operative and product of the Powell Manifesto is now surfing the Great Beyond with Right-wing luminaries such as Rush Limbaugh, John Wayne, and Osama bin Laden.
The 2004 GOP that swiftboated John Kerry has Atwater to thank. The increasingly-hostile “White men built this country” rhetoric stems from the efforts of men like him. When Steve Bannon states “This is not about persuasion. This is about disorientation.” he is channeling Atwater and his white hood and sheet. Project 2025 had to start somewhere. And the brand of micro-aggressive manhood displayed by JD Vance, Tucker Carlson, Jesse Watters, and crypto-bros is a brand that Lee Atwater played a part in building.
Was he the singular cause of this modern metrosexual wannabe-Nazi nonsense? No. But this one-time GOP National Committee Chairman’s actions can’t be ignored by history. (Again: another reason to vote for Kamala Harris…so we can disenfranchise the people who want to erase history.)
His biggest claim to fame — a crowning achievement that Adolf Hitler himself would approve of — was his “Willie Horton” campaign in the 1988 Presidential Election that de-railed Massachusetts’ Governor Michael Dukakis’ chances at the White House.
Racist paranoia…scaring the whites into voting booths. Like Colt 45, it works every time.
“Boogie Man” reminded me how messed up it was to go through the teenage years in the 1980s. Reagan Youth, man. Reagan Youth.
The footage of Atwater jammin’ out on stage with his blues guitar brought me back to how the country thought racism worked in the ’80s. It went something like this:
“Racist???? Lee Atwater can’t be…racist!!!!?!! He’s playin’ the blues…you know…that music that Black guys play? How can a white guy be racist if he makes those crazy-faces like Black guys make when they play their blues instruments — answer me that!!!”
Same logic worked with barbeque sauce. If a white nationalist nazi-prick could cook up a slab of ribs that tasted “ethnic” then 1980s USA would give that man a pass for his “jokes.”
Yeah, this documentary brought me back to a fucked-up decade.
Please vote in Kamala Harris as our next President. Please.
Pleeeeeeaaaase.
I feel like I am relaying a message from Planet Earth when I say this. Climate change is real.
Fuck you, Ron DeSantis.
A solid Democratic sweep on Election Day would anger the oil execs and bankers that get rich off of ruining our world.
Riffing off of earlier posts:
• Bros: America’s new Jews.
• Showers of gold.
• Jonas Salk. What a pussy.
• World events since I released my first book.
• Open letter to a selfie of my drunk-ass self, taken on August 11th, 2001.
I write fiction. I have two dark comedies available, Fearkiller (Volume 1) and Notes from Trillionaire Island: Fearkiller (Volume 2), as well as Revolutionizer Alpha, the first book in a sci-fi series. I also wrote a story about God. It was weird, but then I decided to make the story and its sequel free. And all of the sudden, it didn’t seem as weird. Writing about God is much less weird when you write about God without charging money for it. Here’s my professional site, my trade.
