bill o'reilly...good christ...what a fuckwit.
the only element here that interests me at all is the fact that the study cited in the op quantifies the obvious in its analysis of o'reilly-rhetoric and the importance of the victimization trope in it...and this because thinking about this trope enables you to get a look at the quivering core of angst that powers the rides in conservativeland... fear of "invasion", fear of "pollution", fear of the corruption of the body retro-politic...all displacements of anxiety felt particularly by the petit bourgeois in a period of rapid socio-economic change that they do not and cannot either control or fully comprehend. maybe because this demographic actually believed the mythology they were sold as kids concerning the glories of the united states, city on a hill, the chosen land populated by the chosen people blah blah blah. things are changing and that is impossible. what do we do? where do we run away to?
here is where the likes of o'reilly come in: they perform a very simple operation....class and status anxiety get mapped onto an easy to manage subjective space in which your body is the body of the nation and that which "threatens" is staged across imagery that mixes the discourses of cancer with those of military action. o'reilly, that shabby, ill-mannered little tool, is simply a talking head whose function is to consistently inform the body retro-politic of what it is afraid of. he is not talking about the world, really: he is adjusting the patterns for channelling anxiety that gives what is left of conservativeland its momentum. .
and it appears that the body retro-politic found and maybe even still finds something therapeutic in this ritual, in the way that people once enjoyed going to drive-ins. following that analogy, i suppose that sooner or later folk will recognize that going to the drive-in means that they have to sit in their little cars even more than they already do...sooner or later folk will figure out that being trapped in their cars is not really fun and that behind the illusion of entertainment what they have really been getting is shitty sound, a bad image and mosquitos and that there really is no point in it.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
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