Cousin Fucked
October 25th, 2006
I have this trick I do every morning. I wake up with a ringing in my ears and a crushing
weight on my chest.
But then as I wake up a little more, maybe have some coffee, I conjure up a
personal reality distortion field and the weight is lifted and I can go
about my business. And business is pretty good, so who am I to complain?
However, for some reason (jetlag?), I couldn’t quite pull the trick off
this morning. And unfortunately, it’s that trick that for the most part
keeps political blathering off of pcal.net.
I have nothing new to add to the discussion of the unmitigated disaster
that is our current foreign policy. As they say,
opinions are like assholes, and for the most of the current century, 300
million of them have been on prominent display in the US. I have no
illusions that anyone wants to take a closer look at mine.
However, I will discuss someone else’s opinion, one which appeared on the op-ed page of
the Times yesterday. I do this mainly because it introduced some
unusual disturbances into my reality distortion field that are still
with me today.
Almost in passing, the writer describes having a number of sociologist-
and anthropologist-type friends who had done studies on the middle east.
One of these studies was focused on producing and analyzing the following bit
of knowledge:
One half of all Iraqis are married to either a first or second cousin.
The revelatory power of this tiny fact is simply amazing.
(Fill in the blanks: the Iraqi population is structurally incapable of setting
aside clan loyalties and embracing a nationalist democracy). In capsule form,
the sociologist offers an explanation for our current failures in Iraq.
We see why we never had a chance of succeeding in the first place.
20/20 hindsight, you may say, but this argument was advanced (if less
succinctly) by many of us well before March of 2003. Evidently, most voters
at the time did not find the argument persuasive.
And that is where I find the source of the recent disturbance in my
distortion field.
For whatever reason, in recent decades it has become fashionable in this
country to deride the liberal arts. (Homeless guy asks: “Socratic dialog,
anyone?” Hardie-har-har). But today, I can’t help but wonder that if it were
even just a bit less so, that if a few thousand voters in some swing state
somewhere were just a little less inclined to reflexively reject conclusions of the
so-called ’soft sciences,’ then maybe, just maybe, we wouldn’t be so
completely and utterly, miserably, despairingly fucked as we are now in Iraq.



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