After
Tucker Carlson’s dust-up with Jon Stewart last October, I concluded
an article on that objectively
interesting CNN spectacle with the following:
"Crowd pleasers like Jon Stewart and George W. Bush would have
us believe that divisiveness and confrontation (crossfires) are unhealthy
for democracy, which is why both assiduously avoid actual debate whenever
possible. Instead of engaging opponents, these types of people pander
to their audiences. They avoid disputation, complexity, and feed off
the same reactionary, trendy energy which permeates our culture. They
win on style, not substance, and Jon Stewart is winning big in 2004.
It now looks like George W. Bush could do the same.”
Not
bad. Not only did I call the election (well…), I also captured
the essential flaw of popular faddists like Jon Stewart: they don’t
want to argue with anyone or to defend their points; they want to tell
you what they think and then smugly walk away as if they’ve just
performed an act of public service. Even worse, Stewart’s herd
of fans and other associated social climbers celebrated the CNN melee
as a Stewart victory and no doubt felt better about themselves for doing
so.
An
acquaintance of mine recently wrote me an email that took the form of
a lecture. It is replete with unsolicited criticisms of my lifestyle,
attitude, and behavior (a real doozy - one of those ‘I hate to
be the one to tell you this, but someday you’ll thank me’
letters – wait, am I the only one who gets those?). Instead of
ingesting The Wisdom, I countered with some pumped up digs of my own.
My correspondent was shocked by this insolence and I was made out to
be the bad guy for turning the tables on her sermon – a set of
views she had pompously and naively assumed were truisms.
Stewart,
similarly, thought he could climb off his pedestal, swoop down and tell
the lowly boys of Crossfire what’s what (“you’re
hurting America”), without ever bothering to make himself available
for a conversation or give and take. I really don’t understand
the mentality of these sorts of people: they take a dump on your doorstep
and expect you to keep silent while they do so? Watch the Stewart-Carlson
clip (make sure you watch the whole thing too, because Stewart becomes
visibly stumped at the end when he realizes his whole premise - too
much crossfire in our culture/not enough pointed questioning –
runs the risk of seriously contradicting itself) and notice how every
time Stewart gets cornered he panders to the audience by resorting to
a comic throwaway line, at which point the issue at stake, as I wrote
back then, “gets drowned out by the easy laughter.” Jon
Stewart is guiltier of the things he accuses Tucker Carlson of than
Carlson is.
Well,
at least that’s what I thought. Observe the sequel: Carlson leaves
CNN and Crossfire and gets his own show (“The Situation with…”
which began last week) on MSNBC. Now he has the chance to break through
and put on a real debate show. Unfortunately, as it turns out, Carlson’s
not a big fan of “too much” debate and argumentation either.
For the entire hour, he surrounds himself with his friends -- the three
principals who appear every night are Air America’s Rachel Maddow,
sleazy
conservative guy Jay Severin, and contrived “contrarian”
Max Kellerman -- and they chat their way through every goddamned subject
and non-subject that’s in the news that day (you know, “The
Corpse of Natalee Holloway Inks Book Deal” – that sort of
rubbish). “Quick, quick, quick, quick,” Carlson says in
the ad for the show. Indeed. Gore Vidal noted that some talk show hosts
used to ask him to explain the meaning of life, just before telling
him he has twenty seconds to do so. I don’t encourage the aged
relative to tune in to MSNBC any time between 9 and 10pm weekdays.
Because
of the ultra-fast pace and because the show goes so far out of the way
to avoid unpleasant exchanges (ala Carlson-Stewart), nothing is ever
truly probed or explored. How can you shed any light, Tucker, if you
purge all the heat?
“The
Situation” is dorky; it reeks of an incestuous little affair put
on by rich boys from the Yale Club. They complacently sit around and
imagine themselves - as they state their typically pre-prepared, “witty”
take on a subject - engaged in sophisticated debate. Far too superficial,
Carlson and Friends jump to the next subject just as outright disagreement
begins to surface on the preceding one. A shame, that. None of the talkers
are all that bad (though I think Severin should be dragged out into
the street and shot) – it’s largely the set-up that makes
the program suffer. Live television can be interesting because of the
element of unpredictability and the requirement of improvisation. But
Carlson and Friends comes close to wiping out both facets. The three
times I watched it, my eyes glazed over about halfway through and I
found myself pottering around the room looking for other things to do.
And the ratings for the first week reinforce the point: despite all
the hype and the great time slot, Carlson’s numbers were notably
lower than MSNBC Keith Olbermann’s unfunny show at 8pm and Regular
Joe Scarborough’s 10pm show.
I’m
still holding out hope for Carlson, who bravely took down both Jon Stewart
and more recently Don “Rat Face” Imus, to alter the show
and set matters right. He needs to have some guests who will inject
a bit of gravity and depth, and even a few people he actively dislikes
to spice things up. Carlson is at his best when pressed and provoked,
not as emcee of a cable news cocktail hour. Stick to being an unforgiving
prick, Tucker, and use that wit of yours to attack the self-righteous,
the stupid and the powerful, not crack jokes with your blue-blooded
buddies.
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Mark
Grueter is the Managing Editor of Me Three. He writes book
reviews for Stop Smiling
and blogs for Snarksmith.
Write to him at grueter@methree.net