Elias Isquith has been thinking about the attachment of some “lefties” to John Huntsman:
[W]hile it’s probably the case that some Democrats like Huntsman because so many Republicans don’t, I’d guess that what’s happening is actually simpler and even more superficial: they just like the guy, and any policy-based cognitive dissonance is shrugged off or waved away.
Considering the strong and getting stronger temptation to speak of the Huntsman ’12 campaign exclusively in the past tense, further committing any interest in it to the realm of the simple and superficial puts the value of the whole exercise in doubt. Yet, at the risk of merely rehearsing my prejudices, I’ll suggest that something deeper or more essential underlies the otherwise quite entirely unimportant minor infatuation encountered amongst a certain kind of “lefty” with Huntsman, something that also has to do with why I put “lefty” in quotes.
One of the key premises that joins all liberals together is an insistence that politics remain un-serious in Schmitt’s sense: That, whatever our differences, we remain committed to working them out rhetorically and logically, according to the rules of politics as a game. The concept speaks to a difference between those who are committed to the bourgeois-liberal system as virtually an end in itself, if not the only end of politics, and those who see it as at best a tool, in other ways as an obstacle, to “getting what they really want.”
What the left and the right really want is justice as they define it, and the “harsh partisans” or “radicals” on either side in their own way follow the biblical precept: no justice, no peace. Neither right radicals nor left radicals – rightists nor leftists properly speaking – acknowledge the liberal definition of politics to be desirable or even philosophically tenable. They are wont to see the to the liberal all-important laws, forms, and precedents as empty show, concealment for the real and in the final analysis lethally violent coercion that is always going on, whether or not the variously useful and not very useful idiots of the broad liberal center are even capable of conceiving of their role in the prepetuation of that violence.
The recognition erupts into public consciousness in the captivating rage of so-called insurgent candidates and movements, or the outbursts and actions of the heroes of popular culture, connected by subterranean channels to the sacred bloody fount. (“You can’t handle the truth!”) Contra Corey Robin, who tends to see bloody-mindedness as somehow more typical of the reactionary right, at least in our day, this tendency can still be found across the further-left wherever it seeks to distinguish itself from uncertain allies nearer the political center. In the absence of visible and militant organized leftwing movements, especially after the fall or self-abnegation of the Marxist-Leninist powers, we are more like to encounter the shadow, the attitude, a relatively quiet, suppressed invocation of the lethal seriousness of politics, rather than anything remotely resembling an open call to arms. The pacification of the last militant holdouts seems to correspond with the reflexive quasi-pacifism of the further left. Figures like Glenn Greenwald, Jane Hamsher, or Cornel West are able or are compelled to operate in this zone, whenever they indict, with flagrant impotence, the moral failings of the compromisers – as though those who have already been ostracized are ever in a position to insist on a new round of proscriptions. It was in part this political flailing of the further left, easy to depict as self-indulgent, irrelevant, detached from reality – in a word, infantile – that once sent the likes of Christopher Hitchens as well as most of the liberal power structure, with the signal exception of relatively minor figures like state senator Barack Obama, fleeing into the arms of the much more serious Neo-Cons with their visions of a civilizational fight to the death with the likewise serious radical Islamists.
To round our way back to Huntsman, I find it impossible to take him seriously in any sense, but I can recognize in the idea of a general election campaign between him and the incumbent president the fantasy of a rational, logical political competition, a competition that would be serious only and precisely in the apolitical way that liberals define “serious politics” – an intellectually somewhat demanding occupation for gentlepeople, chiefly characterized by careful examination and adjudication of administrative issues susceptible to a probabilistic analysis of comparative utilities – and no essential, no Schmitt-serious disagreements to be found. It could not therefore matter at all what half-recycled garbage now sits in the Huntsman platform. In the light of rational discussion, its foolishness would stand out for all rational gentlepeople to see, and Huntsman and his party of rational conservatives would lose both the argument and the election to the exponent of progressive rather than reactionary neo-liberalism.
In Huntsman – a callow, hesitant, and incoherent politician whose every word and gesture betray his status as a son of immense privilege and thoroughly suppressed urges to rebel – liberals, but not lefties, glimpse victory twice over: A significant electoral victory to come, one in which all of their splendid arguments and insights receive a favorably dispassionate presentation; and a victory already won, of a political discourse defined entirely on liberal terms, endlessly to their liking. As pleasant fantasies go, it’s little more than a daydream, as forgettable as Huntsman ’12 gives every indication of being.
Well he does have a sliver of a point, two details, though at least some of the scientists that have been killed, might have had Green Movement affilation, also in retrospect, we should have targeted Johannes Stark and co, the German head of the A bomb program, even though his incompetence, probably helped us in the long run,