(07-31-2016 09:43 AM)The Lizard of Oz Wrote: If Trump could meet with this Khan couple and treat them with real gentleness and respect, while holding firm to his views and proposals on what must be done to protect the country, it would the kind of move that sways voters and wins elections.
Ignore the Actors in the situation and whatever emotional response is being prompted. It's manipulation.
Any kind of conciliatory reaction is a signal to the Left that his campaign is vulnerable to the Appeal To The Pathetic, so they just need to find the most pathetic actor.
You know where this ends up? The Disney Film Bullshit that I think of as being "The Sad Crying Kitty Shivering Under A Tree In A Thunderstorm" moment.
You'll end up with a tiny, cute-but-damaged in some way six year old Mexican girl hobbling up on stage, perhaps on a crutch, telling 'Mister Twump' that she escaped persecution / saw parents killed / survived brutal border crossing and how terrified she is of being sent back home because she came here "Iwegalwy".
This is classic manipulation. I'll bring this up, not to be pretentious, but to show you how far back it goes.
'Oliver Twist' (1838) came up in conversation this morning. Dickens was a Social Reformer, and that novel is a classic example of making political points and urging social action whilst using the pathetic to gain sympathy for his causes, and this played well with the upper and middle classes, who became scandalised by the treatment of the poor (whilst simultaneously-thrilling to the class tourism), and demanded that Something Must Be Done.
As such, the 'good' characters are painted as Moral Saints whose agency is restricted institutional structures (class, poverty, far beyond their control. The implication is that it's these structures that taint their innate higher morality, and threaten to lead them to commit crime to survive.
So you have Nancy, the hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold, with the implication that she would have been a good woman if poverty hadn't forced her into prostitution.
There's a ridiculous / hilarious scene - I find Dicken's verbosity and over-the-top sentimentality very, very entertaining - where two of the saintly Workhouse Children are fighting illness, and one child holds the dying other one as he gives a speech along the lines of "It's OK to die. I'll go to heaven to see God and I'll get to see [even more pathetic little sister who died the year before] again."
"Mister Twump, don't sent me back to that bad place...."
Here's Oscar Wilde, (the Victorian version of Milo Yiannopoulos), calling out Dickens at the time, referencing "The Old Curiousity Shop":
Quote:"One must have a heart of stone to read the death of Little Nell without laughing."
Back to your earlier comment:
(07-31-2016 09:43 AM)The Lizard of Oz Wrote: Too many guys here mistakenly believe that voters will just see through all the bullshit and emotional appeals; this is simply not true, and it's not true in particular of the voters that Trump needs most: middle class suburban white women.
This problem was accelerated by An Appeal To The Pathetic:
Which is why this similar Appeal To The Pathetic is guaranteed to be playing even heavier on Middle Class White Women, and, as such, I haven't been surprised to hear the conversation change.
Why this in particular?
It punctures the Female Aspirational Fantasy bubble.
Ages back I jokingly-mentioned what I think of as being
the ubiquitous aspirational fantasy trajectory of women.
It was something like Vampire Boyfriend (teens) -> New York Magazine Writer (20's) -> Rural Vineyard Owner in the South Of France or Tuscany (late 40's).
The romantic construct of France is as Basic Bitch as you can get. Go into any stationary store or female garage sale. Read their Facebook and Pinterest feeds. Look at the cheap art on the walls of their twenty-something dwellings or the note their 40-something Hamptons Sterile Cold Chill White Spaces, methodically-designed with the belief that these Useless Pretty Things arranged
just so are evidence of their inner higher value.
Somewhere in all of your interactions with things aimed at women, I guarantee there'll be some image of the fucking Eiffel Tower on something, which some kind of tacky Instagram-ish Filter feel to the art.
Paris (and France by extension) as Aspirational Fantasy is
Core Female Instinct.
So, in the middle-aged female mind.
Terrorist Attack at a Rock Concert? They're older than that, they've never heard of the band. Shrug.
Terrorist Attack on Public Transport? They don't know anyone who doesn't have a 4WD. Shrug.
Terrorist Attack on an Army Base. Male space. Not her world. Shrug.
See the pattern?
By constrast: walking along the water's edge in a city in France, trendy eateries around you, watching the fireworks with your tall, mysterious, dark and sexy EatPrayLove French husband, your cute little girl, dressed adorably and just so, sitting on his shoulders, all watching the holiday fireworks together, with her clapping her hands excitedly and holding up her doll so she can see the fireworks too. She's up so far past her usual bedtime, but soon you'll all go back to your renovated rural Chateau together - he's such a good carpenter! his hands are so strong, yet so gentle - and you'll hang her little hat on the coatrack that is actually a repurposed aged wooden stepladder you found in one of the barns that was just
so cute and
shabby chic. You remember him dabbing the whitewash brush on your nose as you both painted it together. She'll be yawning, and Mr EPL will smile at you charmingly, and tell you, don't worry, he'll put her to bed - oh, he's so good with children! - and why don't you pour a couple of glasses of your own vineyard's award-winning wine, relax on the couch and he'll join you soon....
Do you see now how a photo of a little girl with a Michelin Tyre Tread imprint across her skull on a French Promenade is a deep, personally-relatable attack on your average, sheltered middle class woman? You couldn't ask for a stronger narcissistic injury other than Terrorists gunning down the cast of 'Sex In The City'.
Realistically, there'll be another attack soon enough, and all this will be forgotten.