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In Atlanta or Washington: It’s What You Choose to Believe


“Democracy is a pathetic belief in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.” – H.L. Mencken

If you read the front page of the Atlanta Journal Consitution online on Sunday, then the sense that “all’s well” in America probably came over you. Friday night’s high school football scores were scrolling there. Pebblebrook beat South Cobb 28-12, and the stadium lights dimmed across the land where minute contention is a good thing, and world crises are weekday conversation pieces. In the United States, like everywhere else on Earth, everyday life is what’s important. But behind the curtain, the industrial wizard work hard.

Football scores topping the Sunday news in the South’s most important newspaper is nothing new. If it’s not football, then baseball or basketball occupy locals whose tradition has always been good, clean athletic competition that teaches kids their values, and that obfuscates darker truths. Just analyzing media like the AJC can show us our priorities alongside those of media moguls, politicians, and the American oligarchs that run the big show.

Take for instance the lead headline this past Sunday. It’s a story about former Georgia Governor and U.S. President Jimmy Carter, and how humble the old statesman has always been. The story is brilliant propaganda, though hardly anyone reading the newspaper will notice. In an America that has been disconnected from its own roots, the humble demeanor of smalltown heroes like Carter is a literary reconnect. Many Americans, you see, are on the threshold of panic over that legendary “dream” having been convoluted into a kind of macabre fantasy vision. God, family, and country having metastasized into an explosion of empowerment for lasciviousness. Carter being shown in contrast to Bill Clinton, Reagan, and the rest of America’s superrich past chief executives – well, I already said the story from Jeff Bezos’ Washington Post was brilliant.

Yes, you read that correctly. The Atlanta newspaper republished the Washington Post piece about Carter. Such syndication solves a lot of problems for the deep state technocrats running the media game on Americans. First, it saves the Atlanta Journal a lot of money to republish the work of authors paid by Bezos. More importantly, a bigger chunk of American Baby Boomers can be soothed by rediscovering humble leaders for the same propaganda buck. I know this sounds cynical, but this is how the American media bubble is formed.

Returning to the quaint image of 94-year-old Jimmy Carter walking the sidewalks of his tiny hometown of Plains, Georgia, the thread of hope is sewn into the mental fabric of older Americans. Younger people could care less about old fart presidents or their stinkier rich current versions, but most of the money and power in the United States is not yet owned by Millennials or Generation Z. These demographics only has iPhone buying power so far, and the technocrats at Amazon, Google, Microsoft, and Apple already own them body and soul. I know you are catching up with me now. But this little media truth lesson goes a bit deeper.

Jimmy Carter is one of the most powerful men who ever lived. His “wealth” cannot be weighed in the same way we look at Barack Obama book deals or Bill Clinton speech fees. The Washington Post and its media collaborators paint a far more elaborate lie than most people can ever see. The best lie, you see, is comprised of two-thirds truth and one-third fabrication for a specific purpose. Everybody’s Mama taught this. Yes, “Jimmy Carter shuns riches, lives modestly in his Georgia hometown,” just like authors Kevin Sullivan and Mary Jordan say he does. What Bezos’ authors don’t tell readers is what every political science student is taught in their first year of college. Jimmy Carter is not humble, self-sacrificing pushover the power elite sometimes like to portray him as. The work of the famous political scientist James Barber in categorizing presidency according to their worldviews needs mentioning here. Barber, a professor at Duke University, devised a system of organizing a president's character as being either active-positive, passive-positive, active-negative, or passive-negative. I won’t get into the specifics of Barber’s theories, but suffice it to say that Jimmy Carter is the exact opposite of the portrayal of him in this Washington Post piece. The president these two authors are describing is not active-positive as Barber classified Carter, but passive-negative like Dwight D. Eisenhower, for instance. Without delving too deep, the strong sense of duty and the avoidance of power, the dedication to serving others the authors attribute to Carter are all Eisenhower or Calvin Coolidge traits. We needn’t get into a lengthy discussion here, for most of my political science brethren will agree on my contentions at some level. Jimmy Carter simply values real power over monetary gain. He enjoyed wielding power, the job, and he loves the presidency. End of story.

In order that we understand what’s beneath Friday night football scores mixed with bullshit presidential fairytales, it’s more important to look at what Jimmy Carter did during his time in office. From January 20th of 1977 until January 20th of 1981 Jimmy Carter served as a placeholder in between elitist presidencies. After the Watergate mess left by Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford would serve as a “cool down” chief executive to be succeeded by the same “good ole boy” we see canonized in today’s Atlanta Journal-Constitution. Remember I alluded to the need to “soothe” the loss of the American Dream for most citizens? Well, this was desperately needed once OPEC put the clamps on America’s energy dependence, and once gas prices and unemployment to a grip. Domestically, there had to be a scapegoat and a flexible target. Carter was it for four years.

That was domestically, in a nutshell. It was Carter’s foreign affairs effort that showed the real decisiveness and active-positive nature of this president. While many people perceive Carter as the mild-mannered hillbilly, the man who served in America’s first nuclear program under the legendary Admiral Hyman G. Rickover is a gentleman, but no pushover. I’ve not space for delving into Carter and the notorious Trilateral Commission, but his toughness, even ruthlessness shone through in dealing with the Panama Canal question, the whole Iranian hostage crisis mess, and especially in giving the Soviets what National Security Advisor Zbigniew Brzezinski termed “their own little Vietnam.” There’s not enough space here to outline Carter’s connections and policies. For those who assume the man from tiny Plains, Georgia should be sainted, Carter took up the slack for a conservatism that destroyed the government of the United States of America and assumed leadership of Democratic leadership in the nation had been decimated, by scandal, Vietnam, and the JFK and Bobby Kennedy assassinations.

Ultimately Carter paved the way for an even more powerful Ronald Reagan, who set the stage for the American hegemony we see running roughshod over the world today. It’s fair to say that Reagan could never have created the massive arms buildup he enacted without having Carter as a smart whipping boy for Americans to shun in 1980. I recall the 600-ship U.S. Navy, the Trident program, the MX missile, Star Wars and SDI, Iran Contra; all put the technocrats and military industrialists back on track financially. Today we see the same Reagan era belief in a winnable nuclear war (see the Pentagon’s 1984-88 Defense Guidance document) resurfacing from Washington think tanks and the Pentagon. But our newspapers calm our abundant fears with high school football, good old farmer presidents, and the legacy of the famous Varsity hotdog. Behind the scenes, in the place where reality affects the world, Jimmy Carter was, in fact, Rockefeller’s man in the White House. This 1977 story at The Atlantic reveals the other side of Carter for those interested. But this is a story for another day. For now, I leave you with shots fired in an Atlanta apartment complex and family and children services nightmare story of a little girl starving to death in America. Maybe you can believe those football scores as true.

Author: Winston Smith