I’d like to either volunteer or hire out to set up security for Michelle and others, and also to personally oversee her direct safety, yet I have a family, a wife and three children, and I would not wish to end up in prison for protecting her or Coulter, or Limbaugh, or anyone else. The law is not always fair or just, and many a good Samaritan is in prison for doing the right thing.
Best bet, keep people away from Michelle. Keep obstacles between Michelle and the public. Keep a safe room available and secured. Keep several escape routes available for a quick escape. And those who protect her should not all be right up with her. They should be unknown and should be able to swarm her and cover her like a football huddle, and escort her off to safety, while others doing security for her should be mixing in the crowd, ready to do whatever is necessary to stop attacks and help in whatever way the can.
Quick point, if you do security for someone like Michelle, you must have good people working with you. People you can rely on, people who will take orders, do exactly what you tell them, when you tell them. If you say “Stop the guy in the gray suit and red tie,” You don’t hesitate to stop the guy in the gray suite and red tie. If he resists, stop means stop, so you knock him on his ass, and your fellow security persons make sure to get him off his feet and incapacitated immediately. You don’t play games, you don’t play patta-cake, you don’t play compassion and love. You play, take this target out NOW! and you do it NOW!
I’d like to point and laugh, or point and be afraid, but mostly I point and pity, because it’s just so … sad. The neediness of it. The desperation. This guy really wants to be somebody’s hero and this is what he’s picked to accomplish that: fantasy scenarios of rescuing Michelle Malkin, a woman so comfortable with violence that she incites it against journalists. That’s who he chooses to have his fantasies about saving.
I wouldn’t waste time on him (there’s lots of tragedy in the world, after all) except that I think it plays into the ongoing discussion at Greenwald’s place and elsewhere about the pseudomasculine persona Republicans cultivate among their followers and the ways in which they cement allegiance with it. Yeah, we may be raping the country, but at least we’re not girls about it.
Because people want to belong, and they want to be important, and there’s nothing wrong with that exactly, except when it stops being about producing anything of value, and becomes about power for its own sake. What good is it to be part of the mob if you don’t know (or don’t care) what the mob is for? Is it fun being part of a crowd if you don’t know (or don’t care to know) the reason that crowd is assembled? It’s not an evil purpose so much as it’s just general purposelessness, like kids breaking windows after their sports team wins. Give them something to do.
I talk about this a lot, about our society’s devaluation of work as a motivation in life, about the fallacy of the whole “nobody ever died wishing they’d spent more time at work” trope, about the essential horseshit of “working for the weekend” and seeing 70 percent of what you do with your waking hours as dues-paying without payoff, and the reason I talk about it so much is that I really do think it’s got something to do with what’s happened to this country in the past seven years. With the general dumbing-down of the public discourse. If you’re not doing something that you think matters, that you enjoy, with even part of your time much less most of it, you’re going to go looking for that. And you’re going to find it, in many cases, in the kind of crazy that Tbogg cites above.
That poor fucking dope is so worked up, so totally convinced he’s a part of the struggle, so totally wrapped up in finally finding something that gets him excited (and it’s Michelle, and I don’t get it, but she’s kind of beside the point). He’s like a kid having his first beer. And all I can think is, imagine all that enthusiasm, all that energy, all that gloriously righteous purpose directed not at psychotic revenge fantasies against imaginary assailants but at work that would benefit others, work that would have lasting societal benefit of any kind. Work that builds up, instead of tearing down.
I just look at it as a waste of resources, really, and to put it in a way the commenter might understand, if only you’d use all your power and might for good.
He wants to belong, that poor fucking guy. And this is what he found to belong to.