Bleeding But Not Dead: My Apology to Redstate

Dear Redstate,

Sorry I haven’t written for a while, but work has been busy, etc… I’m sure you know how it goes. Anyway, I was watching a movie last night and it made me think of you in a roundabout way.

Mongol: The Rise of Genghis Khan, the 2007 Academy Award-nominated, epic Mongolian-language film from director Sergei Bodrov, began in such a way that I thought it would be one of the best movies I had ever seen. There were moments of brilliance, but then the air seemed to be sucked right out of the movie and it ended up struggling across the finish line. When the final credits rolled, I sort of let out a quick sigh, eyebrows upturned, wondering what could have happened during production to cause the bottom to drop out so completely.

I decided it must have been the production staff and the director. Maybe they got lazy. Maybe they were making their first movie and lost their way. I wondered why it occupied my mind the way it did, and then I realized the entire movie experience was not unlike this last election.

To deconstruct.

Genghis Khan, the brutal warrior from history popularized by John Kerry during the Winter Soldier hearings, is presented in this film as a sensitive lawgiver who overcomes adversity trying to unite his people under a banner of new laws and justice, not unlike our new president.

Of course, the true warrior in this race was John McCain, a man who spent his career protecting the world from people like Genghis Khan, but was tarred by people like John Kerry for having the qualities of cruel Genghis Khan of history. The Revisionists took the day on this and many things. They seem to have won the election.

You see, as Dylan said, “The truth it twists…”.

My point is, I still like John McCain, but now I feel guilty for having supported him so vociferously during the primaries. If I had known that McCain et al was going to run such a disappointing campaign, I would not have argued with so many of my fellow Redstaters with such passion. McCain’s campaign, like the film, started strong and ended with a whimper. And disappointment of disappointment, the old hero is silent now that one of his comrades is being attacked by his own staff.

My disappointment is palpable, and I hope there is a new Khan out there for us, waiting in the wings, ready to bring justice to conservative tribespeople who are huddled in their yurts wondering who will lead them across the plain to victory.

Next time, I will listen with a more humble ear to the council of my fellow Redstaters.