Okay, I'll admit it--I've got a slant here. I'm hardly neutral, even though I've never caught the guy's full act. I've never once watched an entire segment of the Glen Beck Show, so I suppose, in that way, I've no right to an opinion one way or another. But I've seen snippets galore--I too have witnessed those wonderful, breathtaking, patriotic tears.
Last night I saw Jon Stewart "do" Glen Beck, as he has, once before; and I'm quite sure that Stewart's nutso parody of Beck's mannerisms was over-the-top. But then, from what little I do know, what little I have seen, it's hard not to be over-the-top when you're talking about or doing Glen Beck who is, might I say?--over-the-top when it comes to being over-the-top.
If I was associated with one of the many pre-millenarian seminaries in America, I'd be on my knees in thanks because Beck gave most sincere dispensationalists a bad name with end times visions that were vastly more scatalogical than eschatological. I'd trust the Mayan Indians more than I would Glen Beck--I admit it. Or Harold Camping, the ex-civil engineer and ex-Christian Reformed layman and long-time Christian radio host, a man who insists that this coming May 21 is the day we believers all sprout wings and rise to glory. Mark it.
Anyway, hallelujah, the ding-dong witch is dead on FOX, and I count that a blessing because now my 92-year-old mother, sitting in her chair in the home, can't listen to his insane blatherous ravings any longer, then fall into paranoia that her little Oostburg, soon enough, will be under the rule of Islamic law, or that a ragtag coalition of atheists and muslim fundamentalists will shake hands and take power and sweep totalitarian rule throughout "the land of the free and the home of the brave."
Yes, they're coming.
Beck is gone, and to some it's going to be scary because, as he says himself, it's as if Paul Revere himself is going to stop screaming his warnings to a sleeping nation.
Last night I saw Jon Stewart "do" Glen Beck, as he has, once before; and I'm quite sure that Stewart's nutso parody of Beck's mannerisms was over-the-top. But then, from what little I do know, what little I have seen, it's hard not to be over-the-top when you're talking about or doing Glen Beck who is, might I say?--over-the-top when it comes to being over-the-top.
If I was associated with one of the many pre-millenarian seminaries in America, I'd be on my knees in thanks because Beck gave most sincere dispensationalists a bad name with end times visions that were vastly more scatalogical than eschatological. I'd trust the Mayan Indians more than I would Glen Beck--I admit it. Or Harold Camping, the ex-civil engineer and ex-Christian Reformed layman and long-time Christian radio host, a man who insists that this coming May 21 is the day we believers all sprout wings and rise to glory. Mark it.
Anyway, hallelujah, the ding-dong witch is dead on FOX, and I count that a blessing because now my 92-year-old mother, sitting in her chair in the home, can't listen to his insane blatherous ravings any longer, then fall into paranoia that her little Oostburg, soon enough, will be under the rule of Islamic law, or that a ragtag coalition of atheists and muslim fundamentalists will shake hands and take power and sweep totalitarian rule throughout "the land of the free and the home of the brave."
Yes, they're coming.
Beck is gone, and to some it's going to be scary because, as he says himself, it's as if Paul Revere himself is going to stop screaming his warnings to a sleeping nation.
Me?--I think it's cause for great rejoicing. My mother may well not be free from the curse of the radical right--is there anything we can do about Michael Savage?--but at least she's going to have to learn to work that remote better than she can right now to find the jackass back.
As one guy put it: Hooray, Beck is gone. Don't let the door whack you in the butt. Oh, what the heck! Let it.
As one guy put it: Hooray, Beck is gone. Don't let the door whack you in the butt. Oh, what the heck! Let it.
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and Keith Olbermann should have stayed a sportscaster.
Thank you for sharing the adventures of your friendly cardinal family and their joy in Creation. It's good to be a part of their celebration of life. But I still can't figure out what the heck is a "Beck". That "Fox" stuff is way out there some where. Are there any real fox left in Sioux land? That would be really good news. We still have real fox and jack rabbits in our neighborhood. One family was living in a ravine near the lumber yard in Gallup. They are beautiful and fun to watch, but one may steal a little left over dry dog food in your back yard if yor pal doesn't finish his supper.
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