Confessions of a former Inside-the-Beltway Kool-Aid drinker.
“Limbaugh’s language is not that of politics. It’s the
language of a cult.”
— David Frum on Rush Limbaugh and his audience
In his Newsweek article, “ENOUGH! A Conservative Case Against Limbaugh”
I belonged to a cult.
With David Frum.
I know, I know. Things like this, when uncovered, are career-enders. Whole futures are destroyed. Families, disgraced. Congressional hearings run by John Conyers and Henry Waxman loom.
Don’t worry about me, though. My family did an intervention. I left the cult a few years ago and was successfully deprogrammed, or, as the deprogrammers prefer to say, given extensive “exit counseling.” Frum, on the other hand, wasn’t as lucky.
It’s time to get all of this sordid, unsavory business out in the open. To brightly shine the light of truth on the darkest of secrets. With the support of my family, I have decided to go public.
As a former cult member, I resolved to write a book about my experience because I felt I owed an accounting to my family and friends. I was determined, in the words of my old friend André Malraux, to be “one of those who did not return from Hell with empty hands.” The book, originally titled Say What? has now at my editor’s urging been re-titled simply Witness. It is scheduled for publication when finished.
So….here goes. Here’s what I know.
The object of this cult, as with all cults of course, is mind control. Something that can only be achieved with deceptive techniques designed to recruit and indoctrinate the members. Ultimately, as pointed out in Treatment Today Magazine some years ago, the clever deceptiveness of the whole program results in a targeted individual like myself or poor Frum having a reduced capacity to assimilate and critically analyze some combination of the following three things:
* The individuals exerting control over him or her (the group’s leadership).
* The conditions affecting his or her well-being (including diet, living conditions, health or safety hazards).
* The influence of his or her actions, because of these circumstances and conditions, on others (such as family, peers, or more helpless members of the group).
How, you may ask, did I ever get myself involved with such an insidious group?
It started, as it always does, so innocently. The bright lights beckon to the boy from the provinces (in my case Pennsylvania via Massachusetts) dazzled by the cult’s glossy, larger than-life image. The Invitation to join the cult arrives after college, always from someone already a cult member in good standing. The small first-car is packed, the leave-taking of teary-eyed, anxious and (in retrospect) cult-wary parents is had. Day One on the job, at my first cult reception, I was given a smiling pat on the back by a longtime cult member who said, quite literally, what all cult members believe to their core: “Welcome,” he said, “to the Center of the Known Universe.”
Who wouldn’t be thrilled? I always knew it! What fabulous Kool-Aid!
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