Figurative Wingnuttia

John Cole wonders if we haven't moved into a new era of wingnuttia, where nothing is even meant to make sense:

Dijongate—along with a great deal of what happens on Glenn Beck—doesn’t make any sense. It isn’t clear to me that it’s even supposed to make sense.

It’s been said that it’s almost impossible to follow the real plot of a Raymond Chandler novel (famously, Chander himself was unable to account for one of the bodies in the “Big Sleep”), that the books work more on the level of conveying some vague, overriding sense of corruption and decay. Is wingnuttia moving away from simple easy-to-follow diatribes about Islamofascism and soc-ial-ism and towards more vague, inscrutable, doomy stuff? Or am I getting carried away here? I can’t help but feel that the whole texture of wingnuttia is starting to feel different these days. And that more generally, any kind of mythology eventually moves towards forms that cannot be understood on a literal level.