"Stop Singing at Me!!"

AirMoonbat Goes Berserk, Again.

This is a pretty typical example of what one can expect to hear on AirMoonbat on any given day. And it helps to explain why the network is crashing and burning with no hope of recovery.

They will not last another year.

The Angry Leftist Network has two problems which will doom it to oblivion. The first is financial and the second is ideological.

The financial adventures of AirMoonbat have recently come to light thanks to bloggers such as Michelle Malkin and Brian Maloney. Now we know that not only did they steal close to a million dollars from widows and orphans via The Gloria Wise Boys and Girls Club in order to stay on the air, we also know that they stiffed their creditors, Multicultural Broadcasting, to the tune of at least 1.25 million with their fake "reorganization." This is a serious criminal event which will, I believe, land several people in jail in the not too distant future. And these financial troubles alone will make AirMoonbat's survival in the future impossible. AirMoonbat is a sinking ship with the water just about up to the first class cabins.

The second problem is one of ideology. The majority of Americans, including many moderate rank and file Democrats, just don't buy into the America-is-the-root-of-all-evil-in-the-world-and-needs-to-be-defeated-for-peace-to-prevail mindset which has possessed The Angry Left and its spokescreatures at AirMoonbat. Byron York talks about this in his book, "The Vast Left Wing Conspiracy" when he says that getting louder amplifiers doesn't give you better music.

Janeane Garofalo's reaction to the caller in the above sound clip is telling. She takes it as a personal attack when the caller disagrees with her and, most importantly, she refuses to engage in a discussion. And this is critical. As Garofalo's screeching loudly demonstrates, the left is both unable and unwilling to engage in the debate over ideas. She is typical of the insularity and brittleness of today's Angry Left. Her hysterical emotional tantrum shows that the left no longer has any tether to the traditional realm of intellectual discourse. And it has no interest in ideas for their own sake. They have been reduced to shouting and screaming at those with whom they disagree. They don't just consider them to be mistaken; they consider them to be evil and thus unworthy. Indeed; debate for The Angry Left is now secondary to destroying their enemies.

In the old days, before the rise of The Angry Left, it was not only possible, but considered desirable for intellectuals to actually discuss ideas. It was understood that ideas were to be taken seriously, whether one was interested in politics, economics, science or culture. Ideas mattered to the left as well as the right because people understood both that ideas have consequences and that you have to convince other people of the value of your positions, whatever they might be. It was understood that to get at the truth of things you had to hash it out and defend your point of view. And if you were unwilling or unable to do so, your position was assumed to be weak and indefensible. But this is a lesson which Garofalo and company either never learned or have outright rejected. For they no longer are interested in persuasion. They have substituted rage for enthusiasm, volume for clarity and style for substance.

The Angry Leftists who came up with the concept of AirMoonbat based their views on a faulty premise; namely that what the left needed was to match what they though was the style of conservative talk radio. Byron York writes:

"And more important, in creating the network, its executives relied on a caricature of what they believed conservative talk radio to be. Conservatives are mean? We'll be mean too. Blow-torch? Wait'll you hear us. That's how Air America ended up with Randi Rhodes talking about killing George W. Bush."

The fact of the matter is that leftist's plan for AirMoonbat, like so many other plans formulated by them, was based on a fantasy of what the world was like rather than the real thing. And when you live by a fantasy, you die by a fantasy.