Feb
7

The Beast is Red, Chapter 3: You Shan’t Go Home Again




Posted at 18:55 by Mister Leonard Pierce

The Omni Shoreham hotel, Regency Ballroom, Washington, DC, Thursday morning. After a moment of panic early this morning on an empty stomach and a poisoned bloodstream, during which I decided that I’d be happier just staying in my hotel room and listening to old Lee Morgan records all weekend, I gutted up, donned my Wal-Mart vines, popped a few more opiates for the road, and slid down the banister towards the Ninth Circle. Here’s a description of Hell they never give you: a huge room full of all the people you hate most, and they’re all having a wonderful time.

Yes, it’s all smiles and sunshine here at CPAC: lively young ladies with skillfully applied layers of makeup are here to greet you at every turn and correct your every confusion. Hopelessly earnest collegiate nerds hand out Mitt Romney stickers and hope against hope that John McCain has some sort of campaign trail meltdown: perhaps it will occur to him that the last 30 years have all been a fever-dream brought on by bad fish paste, that he is still in some VC labor camp wearing a tin can around his head, and he will savagely turn on his campaign manager with a broken bottle while at a Kiwanis breakfast. High school kids with bad moustaches pal around in hopes that toadying up to the rich kids will be their ticket to an easy future. On the walls are banners for the dregs of conservative thinksmanship: Town Hall, the ACU, Human Events, the YAF. (The National Review is conspicuous in their absence; they probably think CPAC takes much-needed revenue away from their Cruise the Caribbean with Rich Lowry promotion.) And up front, where no one can touch them – their natural state, as the Market intended, are the big men. Up there, in the first few rows, are the bosses, the people for whom America is shitbox and change drawer, the living embodiments of The Man.

On the way in, bracing the driveway entries to the Omni but kept far from the entrance by irritated-looking cops, were the abortion protesters. Their color posters of mangled fetuses were held up proud and loud in fear that the throngs of right-wingers inside might be paying a little too much attention to lining their pockets and not enough to their pet topic, the atomic holocaust of tomorrow’s Christians. My cab driver, a scarred-up vet who confesses solidarity with the protesters on the abortion issue but is also a lifelong democrat, shrugs in an almost embarrassed way – as if his earlier self-identification as a pro-lifer places him humiliatingly in the company of these fanatics. Once I check in, the atmosphere of gregarious paranoia only increases: there are cops and security people everywhere you look, and long lines through metal detectors and pat-downs by mean young cops and ment with earpieces, who all seem to have only recently graduated from high school. I have another moment of panic as they paw through my briefcase, turning all my electronics on an off and opening all the containers: I do, after all, have a lot of pills in there. But God bless the lobbyists for the pharma industry: every goddamn one of them is at least putatively legal, and who’s to say I don’t actually have prescription? Other than me, of course, and I’m not talking. At least not after my next round loosens all the muscles in my tongue.

All your questions about America’s premier gathering of authoritarian ideologues answered: what does Bob Novak look like in person? Steak-fed, self-satisfied, near death. What is the range of hairstyles on display? Surprisingly diverse, yet boring (men only: the women almost all sport hair that seems flattened with an iron, chasing away any suggestions of ethnicity), including the classic combover and the perennial flat-top, but also ranging into the pony-tail, the fauxhawk, and the who knows what it is because they’re wearing a ten-gallon cowboy hat. How many flags are there at the speaker’s table? So many, they must know what’s best for the country. Do yarmulkes outnumber black people here in the Regency Ballroom? Yes, but an almost 3-1 ratio. Who do the official photographers take pictures of? All the young girls with their steam-ironed hair. What sort of music do conservative organizers pump over the PA while waiting for the speakers to come on? Characterless light jazz. Who is sitting near me as I type this? A gaggle of college frosh. A rail-thin brunette in the row in front of my tests my cover for the first time; my improv skills may be shaky because I’m light-headed and panicky, but I must do my best for site and country.

“Hi! Are these seats taken?”

“Only by these free CPAC Special issues of Townhall magazine. Help yourself.”

“Oh, thanks, sir!” Sir. So much for getting laid. “I’m Namela Redactednoff from the University of Small Midwestern State’s Conservative Student Alliance.”

“Leonard Pierce, American Milk Solids Council.”

“I’m sorry? What is that?”

“It’s an industry group for milk solids manufacturers. We lobby Washington lawmakers to lessen regulations on the export of milk solids. The problem is that the government blames us for the incompetence of African mothers.”

“That is so unfair.”

“Tell me about it.”

She goes back to chatting with a thick-necked linebacker about how Barack Obama is nothing but a smile and a haircut. But then, the lights dim and David Keene, head of the American Conservative Union, takes the stage. Bad news: the President will not be here at the scheduled time. (He has to go frown convincingly over the bodies of hapless tornado victims. Presumably Trent Lott’s house is safe this time around.) Good news: he’s coming anyway, at 7AM tomorrow (“magnetometers will open two hours before that, Keene says to great laughs; there aren’t nearly enough good magnetometer jokes out there for my taste). After a brief moment where he urges that we all be respectful to everyone at the conference, “even the liberals” (I look around nervously), he introduces the Cannons (father-son authors of the most recent hagiography of Ronald Wilson Reagan), Bob Novak, and Al Regnery for what will be an hour of relentless bukkake on the corpse of RWR.

Al Regnery is a stunted little man who acts as the bursar for a lot of the wingnut welfare recipients in attendance. Bob Novak, of course, is the devil. Just look at those unnaturally straight teeth! Surely that is the dentistry of Satan himself. I’m convinced that Novak is sharing a withered soul with Henry Kissinger and that’s the only reason he’s sitting up there chatting so amiably about nation-building. “Ronald Reagan is everyone’s favorite president,” says Bob to wild applause. I wonder who was consulted in that poll. The topic of the moment: would Reagan have invaded Iraq? Novak has all sorts of giggle sport with the Cannons about how bad Bush has muffed up the entire process, and just when it’s getting interesting – will God allow that dwarfish sack of shit to reach stratospheric new heights of human hypocrisy, or will he strike him down with bolts of righteous lightning? – Keene interrupts the panel to report that Vice-President Cheney has arrived early. I brace myself: I am about the be a few yards away from the worst man in America…

28 Comments »

  1. atheist said,

    February 7, 2008 at 19:02

    Holy Shit, I’m hooked.

  2. D. Aristophanes said,

    February 7, 2008 at 19:02

    Mr. Pierce – on future junkets which you attend as a reporter, please endeavor to reel in the voluminous, hilarious output. It makes the rest of us professionals look bad by comparison.

  3. Me said,

    February 7, 2008 at 19:07

    Cliffhanger, huh?

    You are shameless. And you’ve reeled me right in.

  4. Mrs. Tarquin Biscuitbarrel said,

    February 7, 2008 at 19:08

    Mr. Pierce! Sir! I’m hooked! Liveblog the rest of your life!

  5. Susan of Texas said,

    February 7, 2008 at 19:09

    Remember–no sudden movements. He might be packing a gun.

    Does Novack have a reflection?

  6. Jim said,

    February 7, 2008 at 19:09

    I’m Namela Redactednoff from the University of Small Midwestern State’s Conservative Student Alliance.

    Nice try. Clearly it’s SUNY-Binghamton. “Namela” gave it away.

  7. Namela Redactednoff said,

    February 7, 2008 at 19:19

    I’m not rail-thin. Plus, I don’t go to SUNY-Binghamton.

  8. Brian said,

    February 7, 2008 at 19:28

    Don’t give up.

    If Fred Thompson can get laid as a “sir,” you can too. Tonight, overapply some Aqua Velva before you circulate. Before 10:00 pm, you’ll have at least three or four Stepford Wife Wannabees cooing their admiration for your freedom-protectin’ work with the American Milk Solids Council.

  9. gbear said,

    February 7, 2008 at 19:32

    “…We lobby Washington lawmakers to lessen regulations on the export of milk solids. The problem is that the government blames us for the incompetence of African mothers.”

    You have NOTHING to fear. Relax and have fun.

  10. PeeJ said,

    February 7, 2008 at 19:41

    Whoa there Brian. The Aqua Velva might get him a lay opportunity but it would be Chris Mathews fawning all over him.

  11. Candy said,

    February 7, 2008 at 19:45

    Getting into the spirit of the thing, I don my Malkinesque cheerleader outfit, take a firm grasp of my pom poms, and let out with a rousing cheer!

    “Leonard Pierce, he’s our man, a mole at CPAC, will they bomb Iran?”

    Sits down, flushed and more than a little embarrassed.

  12. Legalize said,

    February 7, 2008 at 19:50

    Depravity of the highest order. Do not trust what you see.

  13. MileHi Hawkeye said,

    February 7, 2008 at 20:13

    Candy–

    You’re not, by any chance, rail thin and in DC at the moment–are you?!

  14. Chris said,

    February 7, 2008 at 20:22

    Wait a minute. Where’s Virgil? And isn’t it too soon yet to meet Satan?

    These modern adaptations are so hard to follow.

  15. MrWonderful said,

    February 7, 2008 at 20:33

    To lighten the mood (and because chicks dig teh funny), you say–

    “Yeah, we were originally the American Milk Liquids Council but then one day it hit us: Who needs counseling about THAT?”

  16. Greg T. said,

    February 7, 2008 at 20:35

    Damn this is good, and so brave!

    I pray to Abbie Hoffman Who Watches Over Us All™ that this game keeps going for at least another day or two.

  17. Candy said,

    February 7, 2008 at 20:38

    No, MileHi, I’m most def not at CPAC. I’d like to hang on tightly to my few remaining threads of sanity.

  18. Mooser said,

    February 7, 2008 at 23:42

    I brace myself: I am about the be a few yards away from the worst man in America…

    O c’mon, man. Is your aim that bad? Do you need to be standing right up against him?

  19. MileHi Hawkeye said,

    February 7, 2008 at 23:46

    Candy–

    Oh good, I was kind of worried there for a minute…

    So you were home to enjoy the big snow? Did you get a snowday out of it?

  20. Jim said,

    February 8, 2008 at 0:22

    Weird. The American Historical Association convention was at the Shoreham (and two other hotels) just a few weeks ago. I worked the convention (I’m a history grad student), and became sort of by default “the Omni guy” for setting up signage and such. It’s a bit frightening to think that thousands of disheveled academics have given way to shrieking wingnut harpies.

  21. billy pilgrim said,

    February 8, 2008 at 0:57

    Is anyone from Mother Jones, or at least the Shepherd Express reading this?

    If he doesn’t sell this for publication, someone’s missing a hella opportunity.

  22. Candy said,

    February 8, 2008 at 2:39

    MileHi, you’re probably long gone from this thread by now, but yes, yes I did get a lovely snow day. And a snow evening on Tuesday, so no classes for two days. I had to call AAA to get my car doors opened, though. Locks froze shut again.

    I can’t wait until spring.

  23. Hollywood ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said,

    February 8, 2008 at 2:48

    …he introduces the Cannons (father-son authors of the most recent hagiography of Ronald Wilson Reagan)

    Aka, corpse humpers! And in an incestuous, necrophiliac threeway, to boot.

  24. M.O. said,

    February 8, 2008 at 5:44

    Can I contain the suspense?

    Happily, No!

  25. Jay said,

    February 8, 2008 at 11:21

    More please. This is the perfect remedy for outrage fatigue. Thank you.

  26. American Street » Blog Archive » Undercover Work said,

    February 8, 2008 at 15:20

    [...] Part 3 [...]

  27. Mike said,

    February 8, 2008 at 15:41

    The only thing I learned from these three articles is that you are a pill junky. That’s nice for you and all but what about CPAC? I want to hear what you actually learned about the conference not about your drug induced fantasy world. Come on man! Give us details!

  28. Zygos Community Links said,

    February 9, 2008 at 2:47

    The Beast Is Red…

    Leonard Pierce aka the Ludic Kid is going undercover at CPAC for Sadly, No….

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