Dakota War College: The GOP Fake News Operation Protecting South Dakota’s RINO Infestation
Fake Republicans and fake news go hand in hand. In plain truth, neither can exist without the other in a twisted symbiosis that suspends reality for the benefit of a select few and discards truth as first casualty in a genocide of obfuscated fact.
If Lindsay Graham and John McCain lived in South Dakota, rest assured, Pat Powers and the (South) Dakota War College would be their reading material of choice. Probably on the toilet. And probably when they’re not catching up on Tavistock Institute literature or checking their endorsements from the Southern Poverty Law Center or planning new ways to flip the demographics of the country to benefit the United States Chamber of Commerce and the DNC. Pat would be their boy just like Americans for Prosperity is their Daddy. And Donald Trump would call the whole steaming pile of functionalized fiction, “Fake News.” Next.
For most of 20 years, Pat’s fake blog, Dakota War College, has served as the direct propagandized bully pulpit of a paper mache Republican party that has presided over the most corrupt era of public administration in South Dakota history. Dead bodies and millions of dollars missing in bungled programs and misappropriated grant money frosted with squelched investigations and quashed evidence and a surprisingly missing allowance of a normally perfunctory independent investigation to sort any of it out.
No concern for transparency. No time for explanations, public trust be damned. And certainly not an honest investigative peep about scandals like EB-5 and Gear Up from moderate GOP water boy, Pat Powers, on his smallish web operation that draws fewer daily visitors than a kissing booth at a leper colony.
Instead, readers and viewers are treated to what Pat makes his paycheck for: Personal attacks on any conservative critic of the GOP machine and anyone else who dares dissent from the milquetoast Democrat-lite of the South Dakota Republican bourgeoisie and their cookie cutter assumed line of bureaucratic ascendancy that ensures friends go unpunished and promoted and naysayers feel the wrath of the RINO. And it’s all according to plan. Stamp my pay stub, if you please.
Back in the toddler years of internet journalism just after the millennium, it became apparent even to the pedestrian intellects that serve as the brain trust of the SDGOP that it might be useful to build a standalone blog or news site that could be used to carry water for the moderate elephant against the growing din of independent journalists and patriot voices that were quickly supplanting the mainstream media as the credible scribes and describers of local political theatre. They were right. Hogs and acorns and broken clocks, don’t you know.
In short order, the search was on to find someone of requisite skill, articulate eloquence and credibility to honcho such an effort in captaining the newest set artillery piece in the South Dakota Republican armada. Short of those deluxe prerequisites, the need was for a middling ability “Yes Man,” of any description willing to serve as a mercenary propagandist masquerading as an objective reporter. You get what you settle for. And so it was in that grimy embryonic process on a certain day long ago that my office landline in a local television newsroom chirped to life with the car salesman voice of a party acolyte who tried to schmooze me into accepting a job.
What would it take to lure you away from what you’re doing now? We’d really be interested in making an offer. Let’s make this happen. Yada and yada.
With a couple Emmys to my name and a wall full of hardware from various organizations specializing in self-congratulatory plaques and journalistic trinkets of ego and pecking order, big city job offers were frequent and frequently ignored. But an in-state offer had my attention. I had but one question. “Will I have the freedom to report honestly on the actions and policy and legislative process of both parties, regardless of whose interests are at stake or whose sacred cow is rendered hamburger?” I asked, knowing the answer.
In the Rushmore State where Founding Fathers adorn a mountainside, you’d think that Republicans in charge would be the purest of the lot. Reddest of the Red. Conservative as the day is long. In fact, the opposite is true. As often happens whenever and wherever the Republican label is an automatic 20-point head start at the ballot box or country club cocktail circuit, Democrat name changers are the bulk of the GOP elite and South Dakota suffers as many heavy red states do with an infestation of RINO politicians at every level of government. The present chair of the South Dakota GOP Central Committee was most recently a registered Democrat in Iowa. The GOP Lieutenant Governor nominee this time around voted Carter over Reagan in 1980 and sports one of the bluest legislative records by any ‘Republocrat,’ in state history. In fact, that tendency toward masquerade Republicanism is so pervasive that even the opposing party takes pot shots. At a legislative soiree signaling the end of the 2018 session, South Dakota Democrat Gubernatorial Candidate Billy Sutton scored the line of the decade and brought down the house by giving a mock award and open thanks to outgoing Governor Dennis Daugaard, as “the best Democrat Governor in state history.” It might have been tongue-in-cheek if it weren’t so obviously true.
Knowing all of this as I did and do, the telephoned sales pitch that winter’s day left no doubt that expectations would be to promote mainstream party favorites, controlled quantities and compromised political toadies, while bashing independent voices, relegating, ridiculing and suppressing truly conservative grassroots candidates and killing off natural leaders who pose threat to the status quo. Protect the establishment. Destroy conservatives. Ignore reality. Construct fantasy for the benefit of the GOP elite. Provide ample lubrication to the public political shiv job by the marionettes in Pierre and covering fire for the RINO herd. After an uncomfortable silence that reeked of ethical halitosis, my question produced a muddle of stumbles and guttural posturing that sources typically engage in when attempting to prevaricate in real time without a facility for ad lib. I expressed polite thanks for the interest and hung up. I might have sprayed the phone handset with Lysol.
In the years since that conversation I watched with quizzical bemusement as Dakota War College was commandeered to fill that void and has undertaken exactly the prescribed task of protecting the mainstream moderate GOP brand with bonus accoutrement of a meanness of spirit and viciousness at the feast that bely the unhappy blunderings of an operator who found himself rejected by actual media enterprises (when those still mattered) and is taking it out on the people his bosses tell him and pay him to hate. Sources tell me that a salary of $70k a year from benefactors of the South Dakota GOP, plus ad revenue in election years by establishment cronies (or some reasonable facsimile thereof in the same ballpark) is the going rate to get a man to surrender his principles and maintain the pretense of an independent news medium that is every bit as phony-baloney as CNN, MSNBC and the big three and every bit as false as the imitation naugahyde elephant suits that the Dan Lederman’s, Jeff Partridge’s, Dave Roetman’s and Dennis Daugaard’s of the world pull over the eyes of kindly South Dakota folk who are just too polite and trusting not to believe the very best about what their leadership promises and their RINO blogs reinforce.
Bread and circuses to distract from voting records and Pierre chicanery that would make Rod Blagojevich and Al Sharpton blush.
Under Pat’s watchful and twitchy eye and at the behest of those holding his digital leash, people who dare question the establishment narrative are punished, made fun of, shamed and ridiculed in a scene straight out of Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, complete with banner headline balderdash and ardent flourish. Conservatives and candidates saying exactly the things that elected Donald Trump in 2016 are tin foil hat conspiracists, UFO believers and black helicopter paranoids deserving of being forever shamed from polite society. Meanwhile, the effete coterie of South Dakota’s Republican blue-bloods (emphasis on the blue) are thrown rose petals and scented kerchiefs and mints for pillows for behaving like an embarrassing political hybrid of Eddie Haskell and Nelson Rockefeller, minus the cash.
Thankfully, the present awakening to the media deception of the globalist cabal is not limited to CNN and all the demon voices that President Donald Trump has rightfully identified as enemies to the American people, guilty of near fatal deceitfulness that has sown enough confusion and misinformation to bring us to the divided brink of civil conflict in the United States.
It’s understood that Donald Trump is a third-party President assailed from both sides of the fake binary system by exactly those same type of poseurs that inhabit the South Dakota RINO club, forever interested only in perpetuation of political control and an agenda that has as afterthought the wellbeing of American fortunes. At a time when it has never been more crucial to discern actual members of the populist-conservative team from those who are coopting the name and the brand for fun and profit, add to that list anyone who has sold the luxury of their integrity at auction for a few thousand dollars of ad revenue from the establishment candidates who bash Trump populism, wax neophyte on international trade and then spend their establishment campaign dollars giving the false impression that Dakota War College is anything but Josef Goebbels with a web address and a weakness for super size fries.
If politics is show business for ugly people, being the media show organ for those people must be an assignment from one of Dante’s deepest and most miserable rings of hell. For that, and even as the clock winds down on the neoconservative falsity that gave him his position, Pat has my genuine pity and my thankfulness, for willingly filling a thankless job that one can only guess has filled his pockets and emptied his soul with equal facility. And all of that for what some might make in an average month in the commodities futures trade.
Everyone has a price, I guess. Everyone has a price paid for bargains made.
In the words of President Trump, fake news.
You haven’t been called.
WOE TO PATRIOTS, PAT POWERS IS A WILLING COG IN THE ‘TAYLOR MACHINE’ OF SOUTH DAKOTA POLITICS.