From Countdown, Keith walks us through the crazy-train that is the Glenn Beck show.
Olbermann: The comfort of today's mythical, homespun, aw-shucks, totalitarian, Lonesome Rhodes Glenn Beck is that every day he gives away the essential truth that he is... an idiot.
If you're going to warn the colonists that the English have arrived in the bay, you're not going to get very far by jumping onto a horse and yelling, the "brutish are coming! the brutish are coming!" If you try to tell Mr. Chambers that the alien book to serve man is not about helping people, but eating them, you kind of lose your credibility if you say, "Mr. Chambers, don't get on that ship! The rest of the book to serve man, it's a phone book!".
Here's Mr. Beck last week with the zeal of Paul Revere, and the panic of Mr. Chambers' assistant cryptographer Pat and the spelling ability of a third grader.
Ah...I gotta' question. Don't you rehearse? 'Oligarhy?' Or, did Obama steal the letter "C"?!