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ImprobableSage

Member Since: November 30, 2010

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  • Make no mistake, Diane: There is evil, unspeakable, diabolical, innovative evil, in the world. Not to worry: God’s judgment is the ultimate manifestation of the adage, “What goes around, comes around.”

  • So THIS is what the President, his Cabinet, and the Administration spend their time doing: Directing / flogging the Executive Branch staff to “push” this ego-enhancing competition in the hopes of (artificially) inflating the numbers of people who solicit him as a graduation speaker. ‘Cause it CERTAINLY isn’t, you know, running the country or bringing down the national debt or stamping out genocide in North Africa or anything.

  • Some random, unfiltered observations concerning “the Winner”:

    > If Charlie were just a little bit smarter, he’d qualify to be a Scientologist. He’s certainly crazy enough.

    > Dude looks as old as his dad, which is really saying something, since Papa Sheen’s just this side of Gary Busey, looks-wise.

    > Some children should apparently be Sheen, not heard.

  • Consider this an “open letter” to Glenn, folks… and to all who support him.

    Okay. Here’s the thing: On one level, I sorta kinda see what David Carr is saying, here. Not only that, but I agree. In recent months, but especially since about mid-January, I have become concerned for Mr. Beck’s mental stability.

    Which is not to say that I disagree with the man. To the contrary — I feel he, and his staffs at Mercury, The Blaze, and his radio and television productions, may just be the only persons of even minimal acumen, discernment, and reliability, in the entire Western media to have pulled aside the veil of insipid, sound-bite-recycling head-bobbing and irrelevant, inchoate, incoherent fist-shaking that defines the overwhelming majority of the modern news-oriented media and to have, at least partially, put the great, imposing, unnerving forest out there for all the world to see, even those of us who are naturally inclined to stare at its bright, shiny trees. To friends, colleagues and associated, I am fond of comparing Mr. Beck to United States Weather Bureau Chief Meteorologist Isaac Cline, who alone, through diligent research, careful observation, painstaking comparison, and not a little inspired guesswork, managed to pull together the disparate and previously unrecognized threads of scientific explorations and facts being haltingly assembled from all over the mid-Atlantic and Caribbean regions, and assemble them into a monstrous, scarcely conceivable picture: Of a massive, once-in-a-century superstorm bearing down on one of the hemisphere’s wealthiest and most important cities, bringing untold destruction and loss of life, and potentially altering the future history of an entire corner of the United States just at the dawn of its own rise to superpower. The year was 1900, and the city was Galveston, Texas. A pioneer in the truest sense, Cline used his experience, his intrepidity, and his instinctual good sense to draw an unnerving portrait of a threat, a tragedy, and a danger to an entire way of life, and shouted his conclusions from the rooftops… too late. His strident warning was not so much ignored as it was unable to penetrate, coming mere days before the Great Storm fell upon thriving Galveston, all but annihilating that prosperous port city (at the time considered of at least equal commercial importance to the burgeoning New Orleans, and of American cities west of the Mississippi, second only to San Francisco in terms of per capita wealth), killing up to 12,000 of its 42,000 citizens (including his wife and unborn fourth child), rendering homeless virtually the entire surviving population (some 30,000) of the island, and permanently removing Galveston from any list of critical, influential, or consequential American municipalities. (Houston, some fifty miles north of Galveston, would rise to international prominence in the wake of Galveston’s decimation.) Put it another way — Galveston’s reduction, were the same proportions applied to Hurricane Katrina’s impact on New Orleans, would have resulted in the following, sobering statistics (using the most conservative estimates from the 1900 disaster): 69,240 lives lost; 172,100 homes destroyed; 30,300 businesses closed. (Can you tell that I’m both a Texan AND an amateur historian?)

    However, I digress. Here’s my point: Like Isaac Cline, Glenn Beck is in the position of using a multitude of new and emerging technologies, all the resources and data streams available to him, and his own integrity, dedication and determination, to sound the alarm of impending disaster on a fat, complacent, unaware population. The storm is coming, but the roar of commerce and frivolity and inane banter in the streets is drowning out the furious clanging of the bell, and it’s too late to do anything but watch as the awful tide begins to roll in.

    [Being pressed for time, I'll continue this later with a response to this post. Having compared Mr. Beck to Isaac Cline, now I'll equate him with someone much less real, but far more (in)famous: Howard Beale.]

  • “What he did was wrong… in the eyes of the law… and society… probably.”

    Peace, love, charity, and the occasional release of perfectly understandable gunfire to punctuate one’s own frustration, stress, and confusion. That’s the world that vacuous nitwits like this want to inhabit, and it‘s the one they’re creating, every single day.

  • A shame the little brats didn‘t visit Margaret Cho’s house instead… There are a few other tongues, here and there in America, that could use that sort of, erm, attention… don’tcha think?

    (Kidding. Almost completely.)

  • …No, but she‘ll think it’s rude when, being the slovenly and antisocial malcontent she clearly is, she is allowed to sleep through the holiday — as she did Thanksgiving — and misses all the food and presents, which is, apparently, the ONLY reason to wake up for ANY holiday. Neither family, nor industry, nor piety shall keep her from her appointed rounds… in bed.

  • Elizabeth Edwards Dies in North Carolina

    December 7, 2010 at 6:06pm

    In reply to ImprobableSage.

    Reetzbee, it’s NOT “tragic” for the country, but for her and her family.

    When we stop having compassion for our political opponents, they cease to be merely “opponents”, and become “enemies”. The path to the Obama side, that is, hmmm?

    Others have commented on Elizabeth Edwards’ assistance to the Clintons and in other less-than-savory political enterprises. Fair enough… She, like many of us I suspect, was capable of poor judgment, deception, even outright wrongdoing. And she will be judged for all of that, I’m sure… But not by me. No matter that I disagreed with her about just about everything ideologically, politically or what have you… She had many fine qualities and suffered in this world with dignity and a certain degree of integrity. And she was a human being, and from what I can ascertain, a good mother and exceptional partner, and an example of grace under pressure in an age full of shallowness, whining, and sanctimony.

    She deserves respect, and sympathy, and that’s all there is to say.

  • Elizabeth Edwards Dies in North Carolina

    December 7, 2010 at 5:26pm

    A courageous, faithful, and sacrifical lady has passed. Regardless of her political affiliation or ideology… This is a tragedy.

    John Edwards, you bum. You did not deserve this woman, who suspended treatments to campaign for YOU. Who suffered the jokes and mocking and disdain of an entire civilization for your selfish and tawdry transgressions and deceptions. Who provided a sterling example of Christian faith and fidelity that brought honor to her own vows, while exposing the lies that were YOURS.

    You are a disgrace and an embarrassment to all men, sir. Elizabeth Edwards died, according to the statement, with family and friends all around. I fervently hope that YOU die a dog’s death, and a mangy, diseased one at that: alone, unmourned, and unremembered.

    We will remember you, Elizabeth. Go to meet your Lord, and God bless you.

  • Interesting… on her blog, Ms. Hartley brags about her actions (”I made the news!”) and just a bit later talks candidly about being bipolar (she fails to mention her narcissism, however). Another interesting tidbit… she may be “Shaken” (“Shaken Silence” is her blog “handle”), but she managed to not be “stirred” on Thanksgiving… She whines about not being WOKEN UP for Thanksgiving dinner, that she had leftovers Friday morning, but it just wasn’t “the same”. I’m not entirely certain why missing Thanksgiving would be such a big deal to her, anyway; it’s unclear WHO, exactly, she’d be giving thanks TO. (Presumably, the moon goddess, Gaia, or perhaps Buffy the Vampire Slayer. More likely, she just cherishes that day for the food, and leaves “giving thanks” to those pesky, rights-violating Christians she mocks so hatefully.