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I am turning into Glenn Beck!
You know, this guy is 100% right. 100% your brother. Smarter than most of us. And reminding me now why I removed myself from any association with progressive-fascists. I was so crazy to do as much as I could for election integrity that I donated most of my time to it. I overlooked quite a lot to stay faithful to that goal for quite some time, but then gradually the politics started offending me. At first it was every so often; then every other day; then every other hour; then every other minute; until finally it stopped skipping even seconds.
Even if I had not been right smack dab in the middle of progressive central to receive all the most current mindfucks as they happened, I still would've gotten all those cues the instant I turned my attention to any media, to any polite company. Us well-educated liberals are so nearly perfectly turned out zombies they almost don't have to bother hooking us up to their NSA bugs. We are gorgeous androids. We are spectacularly reliable. One part of one phrase overheard in a crowded restaurant. One glimpse at an image. One barely perceptible tone. We know what to do.
After... lort... at least a year of practically unremitting revulsion by the glib little slogans and filthy cleverisms flying around that site at such a steady clip, I blew. The last straw was some broad making strident stand-up routines about "teabaggers". Something she posted broke the dam. Ever since I have taken great offense whenever anyone dares even imply I am a progressive.
I am a foaming leftist with heavy, heavy, heavy rightist sympathies, okay?
You can even imply I'm a nazi and I'm down with it. I admit I banish waitpersons who offer me the choice between 1% and skim to concentration camps! If I were not committed to saving sentient beings I would surely have their bosses lined up and shot. I admit I would take the opportunity for world domination in a heartbeat... albeit only for long enough to stop the slaughter, rape and pillage.
Yessirreebub... I can so picture myself seated at some monster console, snapping out directives into various screens coming in from all over planet earth. Only psychopaths wouldn't be happy with that. But you count me in with the zombies they control and you might find yourself with bleeding stumps where you expected your legs to be.
Not very Zen?
Heh. That was the response to every single move I made to release myself from the clutches of zombie central. I would die for this guy... because he is putting his life on the line for us. It's immaterial whether Glenn Beck is a creep, whether all he's doing is controlling the opposition for the psychopaths, whether this beautiful human has been fooled into supporting a force that means him harm... whatever. Pick your cleverism.
He means us life!
