Yup, Mr. Bib gets pretty excited when his hard copy (what a stupid phrase) journals and magazines and reviews arrive. Periodicals, because they are mailed periodically. Nice phrase. Literary, here, because they are so darned literate. And, best of all, no matter where you live–even in Orange County!–the mail carrier will deliver. Funny story: When I first moved to my little canyon neighborhood I accidentally got two copies of Harper's in my box, the other one addressed to my neighbor. He turned out to be Jim Mamer, Irvine political science high school teacher, now retired and gloating in France. We discovered parallel subscriptions and, yes, friendship here in the hills.
“The strategic alliance of snake-oil vendors and conservative true believers makes it hard for either them or us to discern where the ideological con ended and the money con began,” argues Perlstein, in this funny, mean piece documenting the cruel lie that markets itself like coupons and lotteries. But the real liar was, Perlstein says, poor Willard from Massachusetts, whose lying and more lying (and even more!) just wasn't quite enough lying to convince the base of the “conservative” electorate (Tea Partiers, fundies, homo and women and illegal haters) that he was really lying this time. I mean genuinely lying. Not with previous pro-choice and pro-health care reform positions. And he was such a lousy liar! Wow, lucky me, two Rick Perlstein pieces.