WHEN THE WATCHDOG BARKED, AMERICA CENSURED HIM FOR DISTURBING HER REST

I do not think we need fear too much about the Communists dropping atomic bombs on Washington. They would kill too many of their friends that way.
~ Senator Joseph McCarthy

There ought to be a drink named after Joseph McCarthy. Call it a SENATOR JOE. Something red, white, and blue. Check that. NO REDS. Just white and blue. Better yet, black and blue. And REALLY strong! But how are we going to concoct a black and blue alcoholic drink? Tell ya what, let’s just hoist a drink – any drink – in McCarthy’s honor, and remember a truly great American patriot.

On this date, May 2nd, Joseph McCarthy died in 1957. He was only forty-eight years old. He was also the most unjustly vilified person in American history. More lies have been said and written about the man than about any other person in the history of this world. And excluding Jesus Christ Himself, McCarthy is my all-time biggest hero. To say that I love Joseph McCarthy is to seriously understate my feelings for that fighting patriot.

I find it very intriguing that McCarthy passed away on May 2nd. I have never read or heard where anyone else has ever made this observation, but I find it perhaps not coincidental that although very ill, McCarthy managed to hang on and make it past May 1st before giving up the ghost. May 1st (May Day) is almost universally celebrated by the Communists. Some have speculated that it’s because this is traditionally acknowledged as the day in 1776 that Adam Weishaupt founded the Illuminati, and there is certainly an ideological bond (if not an actual historical/biographical line that can be drawn) tying the Illuminati and the Communists together.

Whatever the reason for the communists honoring May Day, it would have made their celebrations double sweet if McCarthy had expired on that day in 1957. But that stubborn fighting man would not return to his Maker until the following day. I have often contemplated and relished this fact and I like to think of it as the last punch McCarthy threw at those bastards. And I also like to think that this original observation on my part somehow highlights the great kinship between Senator Joe and myself and the depth of feelings I have for that Real Man.

Another thing I find oddly intriguing is how I came by my pseudonym. Probably about a dozen years ago, while I was sitting in a Coco’s restaurant, I was attempting to come up with an appropriate pen name for myself. It had to reflect my spiritual world-view; it needed to illustrate my love for the L’s: Liberty and Literature; and it had to make reference to my Constitutional patriotism and disgust for Socialism. Honestly, it also had to reflect my love for Senator Joe. STEPHEN, the first person known to have been martyred because of their personal testimony on behalf of Jesus Christ met the first requirement. The middle initial T. for Henry David Thoreau (one of my very favorite writers and philosophers) met the second. And obviously McCARTHY nailed the third. There it was: Stephen T. McCarthy. In the late ‘90s, I began using that name in conjunction with my writings.

Despite my years of in-depth study in the subjects of Joseph McCarthy and “McCarthyism”, it wasn’t until I read - immediately upon its publication in 2007 - the book BLACKLISTED BY HISTORY by M. Stanton Evans that I learned, amazingly, Joseph McCarthy actually had a biological brother named Stephen T. McCarthy. I’m not a big believer in coincidences to begin with, and this bizarre “coincidence” only further established for me the fact that Senator Joseph McCarthy and I are Brothers In Arms. I couldn’t possibly have dreamed up a better pen name for myself all those years earlier. And in fact, I don’t believe I dreamed this one up either. I believe it was “given” to me by an Authority that knows and sees more than I could ever imagine.

Incidentally, the story of McCarthy and McCarthyism is an incredibly complex story constructed upon a simple good versus evil foundation. It’s an utterly fascinating topic and, in my opinion, it’s America’s current political problems played out in microcosm. Should anyone really wish to dig in and learn about it, there are many good, valuable books I could recommend - most, sadly, now out of print but available used from various sources. But I suggest you begin with the aforementioned BLACKLISTED BY HISTORY. It’s the most up-to-date and comprehensive tome and it is readily available.

At the conclusion of this Blog Bit, I will also link you to an excellent and lengthy online essay titled ‘The Real McCarthy Record’ by James Drummey. My many years of extensive independent research have confirmed the accuracy of this fine essay. I feel Drummey downplayed McCarthy’s drinking issue slightly, but otherwise, the piece is highly accurate. And even McCarthy’s notable battle with the bottle didn’t occur until after he was censured by the Senate, and even then, it never interfered with his duties. Nor is there any actual evidence that he ever appeared in any official capacity under the influence of alcohol, as his lying, immoral critics like to claim. Late in his life, after censure, he privately drank too much, and that’s the end of that story.

I almost miss my many debates with the Liberal Maroons at Amazon.com. I did not actively seek arguments with the many Liberals on that site in general, but when I found someone attacking the name and reputation of Senator McCarthy, that was a whole different story. For some reason, I took that sh#t personally. You could run your Marxist/Socialist mouth (or fingers) all you pleased and I wouldn’t come after you, but the minute you slandered McCarthy, you had me to deal with. And I had the facts on my side, and I knew what those facts were, too! Yes, if a person attacked McCarthy, he or she was going to have to debate me, unless I felt the person was so retarded that he or she was already their own worst enemy.

I referred to those debates as my “McCarthy Wars” and I never lost a single battle in those Wars. Eventually, Amazon.com, which is owned and run by Leftists, censored me by deleting my old comments throughout their website and removing my ability to leave comments on that site in the future. But I took that as a compliment to my patriotism and effectiveness. Just as the noble Senator, McCarthy, was censured by the Senate, I was censored by Amazon for similar reasons. I’m in great company and consider it an honor to have stood by McCarthy and been unjustly silenced as a result. For the full story, read Amazon: Just Another Way To Say “Big Bitch”; Part 1, and Part 2, and Part 3.

As my new friend Edward recently posted on Xtremely Un-P.C. And Unrepentant:

I just wanted to say how much I have enjoyed reading your reviews on Amazon particularly on geo-politics, and especially on McCarthy which I thought was a detailed and very thorough analysis. I was shocked to see that Amazon had gagged you by deleting your brilliant ripostes to the comments aimed at undermining you and your reviews.

I think it was inevitable, since all the detritus thrown at you failed to stick, and you kept demolishing the attacks incisively and often with good humour, which served to strengthen your argument, and undermined theirs – no wonder they cut you off. They were beaten.

I still recall a couple of highlights from my McCarthy Wars at Amazon.com. For instance, one boob named Thiel posted a bunch of outrageous lies about McCarthy and then when I challenged him to prove them, he made it a point to tell me that he was a Harvard man, thinking that would intimidate this C-average high school graduate. Ha! It didn’t help him out of that bind but it did give me a hearty laugh. When I continually insisted that Thiel provide the evidence to support his charges against McCarthy, he suggested we each study some famous philosopher (I forget now which one he named) and debate that philosopher’s views instead of the McCarthy issue.

I told Thiel that he was like a man who enters a boxing ring and then prances around, making all sorts of victory poses for the spectators, but then runs out of the ring and heads straight for the synchronized swimming event the moment another boxer (me) climbs into the ring with him. Yes, I was definitely impugning Thiel’s manhood, but I’m not convinced the “Harvard man” was bright enough to realize that.

Another clown I remember mixing it up with was named Beusch. I called him Mr. Beusch-it. A couple of times he wrongly referred to me as a “facist,” so I told him to stop using the word until he could spell it.

During our debate, Mr. Beusch-it posted a long diatribe about the supposedly changing number of names of Communists McCarthy claimed to have on a list. And Beusch-it said to me:

“McCarthy backed down from 205 to 57 communists not during his Wheeling speech, but on the floor of the Senate on February 20, 1950 -- 11 days after the Wheeling speech (it's in the Congressional Record in case you want to read what actually happened instead of your buddy Drummey's creative account).”

Well, I responded by going point-by-point through his diatribe and I absolutely blew up every one of his fallacious arguments. I quoted McCarthy at length and then (truthfully) informed Beusch-it that I was quoting McCarthy directly from the Congressional Record which was in my lap as I typed. I could almost hear that clown yelp “Doh!”

After later reading this rebuttal to Beusch-it, my good friend The Flying Aardvark sent me an e-mail that said, “Yowza! You tore him several new ones!”

Unfortunately, when Amazon obliterated all of my comments from its website, all of my grenades thrown at the McCarthyites in my McCarthy Wars were lost forever. All but one that is: About 6 months ago, I found buried in an old computer file my final posting to an anti-McCarthyite stooge calling himself Groupzero. I am posting it in the Blog Bit below, just in case anyone wants to get an idea of the tone and style I adopted in my McCarthy Wars. (I miss those days, because when it came to the anti-McCarthy Marxists, I was always RRRRREADY TO RRRRRUMBLE!)

Let’s examine some things that were said by and about Senator Joseph McCarthy.

Following are selected quotes BY McCarthy:

I thought we were losing to international Communism because of incompetence and stupidity on the part of our planners. I mentioned that to [Secretary of Defense, James] Forrestal. I shall forever remember his answer. He said, “McCarthy, consistency has never been a mark of stupidity. If they were merely stupid they would occasionally make a mistake in our favor.”

Whenever I ask those who object to my methods to name the objectionable methods, again I hear parroted back to me the Communist Daily Worker stock phrase, irresponsible charges and smearing innocent people. But as often as I have asked for the name of a single innocent person who has been smeared or irresponsibly charged, nothing but silence answers.

Today, we are engaged in a final, all-out battle between communistic atheism and Christianity.

[McCarthy had a good sense of humor, as the next few quotes will prove.]

From the book ‘McCarthy’ by Roy Cohn:
McCarthy remarked that Flanders’ unfounded attacks were not the result of viciousness but “perhaps senility,” later adding to reporters: “I think they should get a man with a net and take him to a good quiet place.”

If you’re not familiar with Dean Acheson, take it from me, the man was a traitor to the United States of America and to humanity at large. McCarthy often referred to that natty son-of-a-bitch as “The Red Dean of fashion.” In a speech before the Senate, McCarthy once referred to Dean as, “The elegant and alien Acheson – Russian as to heart, British as to manner.”

Following are selected quotes ABOUT McCarthy:

M. Stanton Evans:
He was a tough customer who wasn’t afraid to mix it up with all comers as might be needed. At Marquette, he had been a collegiate boxer, known for his straight-on methods of attack and willingness to take a punch in order to land one. He was powerfully built, strong and fearless…

McCarthy didn’t fit in very well with the Washington social scene or its upscale customers. He remained a steak-and-potatoes guy whose idea of a good time was an all-night pokerfest, a day at the track, or a backwoods hunting party.

The impulsive, lone-wolf side of McCarthy’s nature would make him a problem in other ways as well – at least for some of his opponents, and occasionally even for his allies. Most notably, and central to the story, he simply couldn’t be CONTROLLED.

We now consider the rhetorical challenge more directly, on its own less-nuanced merits. Can we in fact name ONE certifiable Communist McCarthy ever came up with in all his speeches and contentious hearings? The answer is that it’s indeed hard to cite one such person – just as it’s hard to eat one potato chip or salted peanut. Once the process starts, the temptation is to keep going, which would result in a long string of names…

FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover:
McCarthy is a former Marine. He was an amateur boxer. He’s Irish. Combine those and you’re going to have a vigorous individual, who won’t be pushed around … Certainly, he is a controversial man. He is earnest and he is
honest. He has enemies. Whenever you attack subversives of any kind, … you are going to be the victim of the most extremely vicious criticism that can be made.

Fulton Lewis, Jr.:
The forces that combined to first oppose, and then destroy Joe McCarthy – and they succeeded today [May 2, 1957] – were respectable people, people of position, people with pasts, who were afraid that unless Joe McCarthy was destroyed, they themselves, sooner or later, would be exposed and disgraced.

I have never seen such a shocking exhibition of distorted reporting and reportorial untruth, as I witnessed throughout the coverage of the Army-McCarthy hearings. It was a journalistic lynching party, spurred on by powerful and frightened groups, who were in for the kill. The objective was to discredit a man whom they feared as much as death itself. … And the same was true of the members of the Congress, particularly the members of the United States Senate, who were stampeded into passing judgment on him.

Never, in 35 years of reporting, have I seen such an organized lynching as was given to the junior Senator from Wisconsin, and I have no hesitancy in sitting here at this microphone and saying so, forever and forever.

Senator McCarthy was a much softer personality than the public was ever allowed to believe.

Lionel Lokos:
The sustained repetition of wholly undocumented hearsay, the fantastic propaganda of the Far Left and its liberal friends, have infected all but the staunchest anti-Communists. Some conservative voices have been silent in the face of the most blatant lies about the McCarthy effort. ... We need his courage and dogged persistence in the face of a hostile and bloated propaganda machine.

John T. Flynn:
I think it is a fair assumption that Senator McCarthy, a normal American, a newcomer at the time into the field of controversy with the Reds, must have been astounded at the blows that were immediately dealt him, not by the Communist Party openly, but by the New York Times, the New York Herald Tribune, various conservative magazines...

Roy Cohn:
He was rough-hewn, never managing to throw off his country-boy origins. He was warm and friendly. He took his job seriously but never himself. He would go to great lengths to help those he knew who were in trouble. He had more real personal courage than almost any man I ever knew.

McCarthy was never pompous; he had simple tastes and a horror of the fancy life. He was miserable in a salon and rarely went to the parties for which Washington is famous. In all the time I knew him, I can only recall two formal Washington functions he attended. He had a miserable time at each. … He would never have made the list of best-dressed men: he paid little attention to clothes and before he was married, his ties and socks would match his suit only on a lucky day.

When he wasn’t working, McCarthy could always be found at home. He was once described by a woman journalist as “home-loving, wife-loving, baby-loving,” which may sound sticky but isn’t far from the mark.

What is indisputable is that he was a courageous man who fought a monumental evil.

McCarthy did not conform. He was not a hypocrite who acted one part publicly and wielded his brass knuckles in the cloakroom. He was the maverick, the unpolished one who did not speak softly, who upset hallowed traditions. Senator William E. Jenner, the quick-witted Indiana Republican, phrased it best: “Joe,” he once told McCarthy, “you’re the kid who came to the party and pee’d in the lemonade.”

They gave Joseph McCarthy a state funeral in the same chamber where sixty-seven senators had voted to condemn him for unsenatorial conduct less than three years before. Joe would have loved the irony.

Remarking on that same irony, William Schlamm once said:
Never before had an outlaw been so honored by the posse.

William Rusher:
Of medium height, with rather hairy hands and a tendency to five-o’clock shadow, he was a thoroughly masculine example of the type called “black Irish.” His manner was pleasant, soft-spoken, almost shy. … Bitterness simply wasn't in character for him.

Perhaps in view of all that has been said about him, I should add what ought to be unnecessary: at no point did McCarthy recklessly or casually impute Communism to non-Communists who disagreed with him, or whom he personally happened to dislike.

He also shared with Bob Morris what I have concuded may be a characteristically Irish feeling that to decline to drink with him was truly and greatly unkind. Almost anyone, friend or foe, would be invited to join him in a drink, and the libation symbolically affirmed a friendship that, on McCarthy’s side, easily rose above political differences.

This mild, rather soft-spoken man came to represent to a large number of his fellow Americans and virutally all foreigners, evil incarnate.

Joe McCarthy died on Thursday afternoon, May 2, 1957, in the National Naval Medical Center at Bethesda, Maryland. … The next evening I walked down to Gawlor’s Funeral Home on Pennsylvania Avenue at 17th, to pay my final respects. Joe McCarthy seemed handsomer in death than he had ever looked in life, but the hairy hand that held a rosary was familiar enough. In the visitor’s book, not far above my own signature, a woman had inscribed beside her name a quiet valedictory: “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.”

[William Rusher’s 1968 book ‘Special Counsel’ is about America’s Congressional fight against Communism in general, and only one chapter specifically relates to McCarthy. Nevertheless, it supplies several interesting personal touches about McCarthy by a man who knew him, and it is an excellent publication overall. Its final chapter includes this valid point: “What America has most to fear is not the Communists either at home or abroad, but our own good-hearted, well-meaning fellow citizens of the liberal persuasion, whose unintended effect has been to sap the survival powers of free societies everywhere.”]

Medford Evans:
Who was Joe McCarthy? He led the Fight for America. He lost. Which means that you and I lost.

The great commandments of Communism are: Thou shalt hate God, and thy neighbor as thyself.

You can imagine the approaches that must have been made to McCarthy. How many times do you suppose he was taken up on the mountain top and shown the kingdoms of the earth and promised them in return for just letting up on Communism? They probably wouldn’t have wasted much time threatening him, but they would have promised him anything. No deal. … Joe McCarthy never sold out.

Many if not all of those who destroyed McCarthy KNEW that he was a good man. Indeed, that was the reason why he was destroyed – he was too fearless to be intimidated, too innocent to be corrupted, too charismatically gifted to be ignored.

The restoration of McCarthy … is a necessary part of the restoration of America, for if we have not the national character to repent of the injustice we did him, nor … the intelligence to see that he was right, then it seems unlikely that we can or ought to survive.

Senator Joe! Someday in Heaven, sir, I will shake your hand. But for now, I’ll have to settle for raising mine with a drink in it (Jameson Irish whiskey, naturally!) and toast your patriotism, your courage, and your fighting spirit. You were gone before I was born, Senator Joe, nonetheless, I love you, sir.

~ Stephen T. McCarthy

Postscript: Don’t stop now! Read 'The McCarthy Wars: A Bullet From My Musket' (my Blog Bit below this one). But more importantly, read ‘The Real McCarthy Record’ by James Drummey and maybe even The “Real Man” Series: #12) Senator Joseph McCarthy.

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