I’ve usually avoided listening to Michael Savage because I don’t:<\/p>\n
* Like listening to commercials
\n* Don’t want more negativity and anger in my life.<\/p>\n
Almost all talk radio seems aimed at inspiring rage.<\/a><\/p>\n Here’s a good article in Salon<\/a>:<\/p>\n Long before Trump\u2019s arrival on the scene, it was conservative radio talk show host Michael Savage, the idealogical godfather of \u201cTrumpism,\u201d who galvanized this insurgency. Savage gave it a voice and a powerful narrative, one that proved extremely helpful to those, like iconoclastic Senator Ted Cruz, who rose to prominence taking on the very same GOP beltway insiders that Donald Trump is now making so nervous.<\/p>\n Years before Trump, Savage had already redefined the nature of the American political landscape when he blew up the Republican Party establishment\u2019s hold on its working class base. Trump can come or go, but this insurgency has a depth and breadth that can\u2019t be ignored.<\/p>\n I have been a longtime listener to Savage because I think that, as a journalist, you risk being blindsided if you ignore someone to whom millions of your fellow Americans are tuning in. I saw the rise of Trump coming several months ago precisely because I know how deep the support runs in so much of America for Savage\u2019s nativist mantra, that the very survival of the nation is threatened by the erosion of our \u201cborders, language, and culture.\u201d<\/p>\n Between American multinationals, who do everything and anything to avoid taxes, and American politicians, who so often trade on their office to amass vast fortunes, regular working class Americans feel abandoned. For decades, as businesses have increasingly exploited undocumented immigrants for cheap labor or moved operations out of the country entirely, these voters have become resentful, watching their wages stagnate and full-time jobs with benefits become scarcer by the day.<\/p>\n For many of them, Savage\u2019s \u201cSavage Nation\u201d is a kind of sanctuary. In his running commentary, he\u2019s gone after the duopoly of Republican and Democratic elites. While Trump was still playing nice in polite society and donating money to Democrats, Savage was building a huge audience skewering political correctness and going after what he perceived as the excesses of both parties.<\/p>\n Savage calls liberalism \u201ca mental disorder,\u201d and blames it for the disintegration of a national cohesion that gave America the backbone to conquer fascism in the Second World War, and the persistence to outlast the Soviet Union in the Cold War that followed. For Savage, the classical foundations of western civilization are innately superior to whatever else is out there.<\/p>\n Yet, he will go on populist rants denouncing U.S. multinationals for outsourcing tech jobs. He has zeroed in on the bi-partisan tradition of elected officials that go on to enrich themselves by doing the bidding of corporations, and even foreign interests.<\/p>\n Savage is a raconteur of many parts, with roots in New York City, where he grew up. He is a bestselling New York Times author, has a master\u2019s degree in medical anthropology and a Phd from the University of California at Berkeley in epidemiology and nutrition sciences. He says he is an avid conservationist and animal lover, yet dismisses global warming as a hoax.<\/p>\n His extemporaneous musings about his daily comings and goings, his 11-pound poodle Teddy, and about his days growing up in working class New York, are poignant and display a rich emotional arc. Unlike his rightwing colleagues, that rant on politics exclusively, Savage\u2019s dynamic range makes him engaging company.<\/p>\n He can talk to listeners about what he had to eat and drink the night before, and, in the process, share the vicissitudes of growing older with millions intimately. He\u2019s speaking to you and only you, especially if you fit his key demographic, the disaffected white conservative voter. Back in a flattering 2009 New Yorker profile Savage\u2019s show was described as \u201cone of the most addictive programs on radio, and one of the least predictable.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n The New Yorker profile is indeed flattering<\/a>:<\/p>\n \nAlthough his father was a devout materialist, Savage seems to have spent much of his life searching for the right way to articulate his Jewish heritage. For a time, in the eighties, he attended Friday-night services at the Chabad House in Berkeley. And he loves to talk about his well-worn Hebrew Bible, which is full of annotations and Post-it notes. Despite his alliance with evangelical Christians, he seems untempted by Christianity itself. \u201cYou go to a graveyard, and someone\u2019s dead, and they give the mumbo-jumbo,\u201d he told his listeners one afternoon. \u201cYou want to believe the Resurrection. Do you actually believe it? Many of you do.\u201d But, on another afternoon, he riffled through the Book of Revelation in an attempt to explain the latest perfidies of the Obama Administration. \u201cWe now have a prophecy emerging in front of our eyes,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n When Savage gets really apocalyptic, it can be hard to separate his political observations from his medical complaints, and maybe he\u2019s not quite convinced that they really are separate. Recently, he has had vision problems, which have come to acquire a symbolic significance. \u201cI feel as though, almost, I\u2019m losing my sight from looking every day at such horror,\u201d he says. \u201cI feel as though my eyes are closing on me, because they don\u2019t want to see it anymore.\u201d When he talks on the air about his homes in \u201chidden locations,\u201d he suggests that he\u2019s worried about some crazed liberal assassinating him. \u201cI have to watch out for them, because they\u2019re all psychopaths,\u201d he says. Listen to Savage long enough and you may be persuaded to think that liberalism is code for all the stupid things we just can\u2019t conquer: weakness and decadence and human frailty and death itself.<\/p>\n Near the end of \u201cPsychological Nudity,\u201d Savage writes, \u201cI\u2019m watching the sands of time fall into the hourglass. There\u2019s more sand on the bottom now than there is on the top.\u201d And he makes reference to his own death with startling frequency: a few times an hour, week after week. Just about anything can set him off. A beautiful pair of Shetland sheepdogs in the mall reminds him of the dogs\u2019 kindly owner, which in turn reminds him of unkind dog owners, which makes him think about Michael Vick\u2019s dogfighting operation, which brings to mind dead dogs, which leads him, inexorably, to a consideration of \u201cthe old boxeroo, waiting at the end of the road for all of us.\u201d His thoughts on dying are often informed by Buddhist theories of enlightenment and reincarnation.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’ve usually avoided listening to Michael Savage because I don’t: * Like listening to commercials * Don’t want more negativity and anger in my life. Almost all talk radio seems aimed at inspiring rage. 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