Well... actually not, but then again...
Alright, I've watched almost ten minutes of Keith Olbermann and now, as you can probably tell, I'm becoming schizophrenic. It happens.
Help yourself to mind-numbing partisanship woven around a ridiculous rant about racism and what is clearly a warped version of reality, Liberal Progressive style.
About 1.3 million people a night (2 million, if you count the second run) get their fill of lunatic fringe from this hopeless case of a "infotainment jock" and his parade of moderately educated if not completely partisan guests.
Now see... I'm falling into his trap. The game of the left is to mock and name call to the point that you expect your audience will buy into your attempted dismissal and - without so much as the lift of an investigative finger - parrot the points put forward during your diabolical diatribe.
Quick to play the race card is Olbermann, and he is equally prepared to present Glenn Beck as a warrior in a duel; whereas to listen to Beck and truly understand his motives, this is not for individual gain or celebration.
Rather, this is to Beck something far more important, therefore incredibly difficult for a former sports jockey turned liberal teleprompter reader to comprehend. This is about Love of Country.
This is about Freedom, and the preservation of the Greatest Social and Political Experiment in the history of Mankind. Ratings are no concern, and advertisers can flee like rats from a sinking ship. Dollars be damned, there will be no trophy on a mantle, or mounted on a wall in the home of Glenn Beck.
Ultimately, I believe his wish is my wish, and I believe it to be yours as well.
Stars and Stripes Forever, and the preservation of the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave.