With the news of Rupert Murdoch's latest transgression against taste, journalistic standards, and human decency making headlines in both Great Britain and the United States, the departure last week of Murdoch's own Glenn Beck already seems like ancient history - his show the antics of a clown rather than the actions of a despot. And there's enough of the self-learner inside me to have a small amount of respect for Beck's autodidacticism, however wrong-headed and ignorant it was most of the time. Still, his momentary absence from the non-subscribing airwaves should give all but his most rabid fans a sense of relief- our contemporary Father Coughlin has stepped down.
In the spirit of Beck's fragmented approach to reality and fever-pitch monologues, I offer a poem in his honor - words spoken during his final program, rendered in verse.
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COMRADES!
Comrades!
Comrades, there is good news from the Western Front!
This is the last episode of the Glenn Beck program.
We've learned a lot
together.
Buckle up, because it could get very bumpy.
You name it,
we have it.
Out of control government
George Soros theater
Ben Franklin, Andrew Jackson, Alexander Hamilton, the Black
Founders
Fascism
Socialism
Unions and their roots in Communism
The Coming Insurrection
Hitler Youth
Heil Hitler!
Margaret Sanger
The other NRA
Bullying & intimidation
ACORN
The Caliphate
This Mussolini thing.........Hitler
The real Thomas Jefferson, the wives of the Signers, George Washington's Sacred Fire, the five thousand year leap, the road to serfdom
Have you ever - ever - heard this before?
There's no truth.
Staggeringly long monologues.
Holding money.
Great evil.
I always hated philosophy, because......
I love philosophy.
We have people who actually make magnets.
"Well, we only call a wheel a wheel because we call it a wheel"
-- shut up.
To paraphrase Martin Luther King.
This is the dumbest damn show on television.
We can use it to teach people things.
Not really television.
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