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February 2, 2012 Tomgram: Robert Lipsyte, On Super Sunday, Occupy Your Mind
[Note for TomDispatch Readers: Just
to let those of you in New York City know, I’ll be appearing with the
remarkable journalist Jeremy Scahill, just back from the frontlines in
the Global War on Terror and author of the bestselling book Blackwater,
on Friday, February 10th, 6 to 8pm, at the Arthur L. Carter Journalism
Institute at New York University -- 7th Floor Commons, 20 Cooper Square
(Bowery at 5th Street). For directions, click here.
The event is a launch for my new book, The United States of Fear. I’ll read a piece or two and then Jeremy and I will have a conversation about our work and our world. It’s free and open to the public. Hope to see you there! Tom] Are you on tenterhooks? Will Mitt make it out of the Cayman Islands and into the White House? Will Newt take the full “wild and woolly” ride on the primary roller coaster to the Republican convention? Will the two of them and their PACs eat each other alive by next week? Will Rick and his single Wyoming funder hang in there until his “man on dog” sex comment finally fades from Google? And Ron Paul -- yes, we’re on first-name terms with the other three, but not Paul, the guy who insisted he’d be home reading an “economics textbook” while other Republican candidates piously opted for watching a football game -- will he continue to make statements about U.S. global policy that would normally send a Republican to hell? And honestly, did you really imagine that Elizabeth Warren wasn’t going to have something strong and supportive to say about the Pats in the Super Bowl, after the previous Democratic senatorial candidate blew her chances with a dismissive comment about Fenway Park? You thought I was talking about American electoral politics? Not at all. I’m discussing the latest version of The Amazing Race. And if you're like me, don’t you miss the contestants who have already been eliminated: Herman (“Ubeki-beki-beki-stan-stan”) Cain, Michele (who mistook a serial killer for a movie star) Bachman, and the other Rick, whatever-his-name-was, the Texan who just couldn’t count to three? I mean, aren’t you having a blast watching this bread-and-circuses spectacle, which in January captured a staggering 41% of the combined media newshole, 64% of cable TV’s? There’s a headline a second, a new poll a minute, an angry set-to an hour. With only three primaries and one caucus out of the way, the Republicans have already had 19 (count 'em 19!) televised “debates,” and my hometown paper is running daily front-page stories about the race with double- or triple-page inside coverage. In a season when spectacle and Super Bowl normally go together, the entertainment extravaganza of the moment remains the race for the White House -- and in football terms, we’re still in the wild-card round of the playoffs. I mean truly, did you ever dream that a moribund Democratic presidential race and a Republican one led by Mr. Mitt, the plastic quarter-billionaire, would be competition for that single holiest night on the sports calendar when everyone but the Giants, Patriots, and Madonna is expected to couch out? Fortunately, we have TomDispatch Jock Culture correspondent Robert Lipsyte, author most recently of An Accidental Sportswriter, to remind us that, whether you’re watching a Republican debate or the Super Bowl, it’s wild and woolly America all the way to the end zone. Tom Four Reasons to Watch the Super Bowl |
