How Did Glenn Beck Start Crashing So Fast?
I suppose I should have assumed Glenn Beck's half-life couldn't be longer than Morton Downey Jr.'s was, way back when. It's obvious he's not a sane man, and not a patient one when thwarted. He has the eyes and attitude that some would call the markers of a psychopath. If that's an act, as some say, it's an odd one to put on.
It was a most peculiar moment that time he interviewed Sarah Palin and read to her from his diary, and even she--who I think is just an old-fashioned charlatan trying to milk the GOP and its base for as much money as she can--found herself overwhelmed by being trapped with this obsessive psycho, much like Jerry Lewis' discomfort with Rupert Pupkin. It was the most lovely look of, "What the fuck have I gotten myself into" frozen in a polite rictus on her squirrelly PTA face. It looked like the most awkward blind date ever.
Then Massa began Beck's fraying.
Beck, handed what he thought was a perfect opportunity to throw crap that would stick to the Democrats, instead ended up like Attila in 1900
in the scene where the peasants, er, throw certain things that come from horses at him.
Beck, panicking, decided to go extra-paranoid, lauded McCarthy nonsensically, and then tried to sever Christians from the concept of compassion. He tried to convince Christians to leave churches that talk about "social justice." And claimed Nazis believed in the concept. He claimed it's code for...commusocialnazism or whatever he's calling it this week.
The latter accomplishing something I've rarely seen: near-universal agreement between Christians of all stripes, except maybe whatever Fred Phelps is. In revulsion, at him. Including his own faith, the Mormons.
Beck is heading toward a wall right now and thinks if he speeds up he can go through it like the Flash.
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