Yeah, that Glenn Beck. He looks a bit like spectacle-less Drew Carey, ghostly pale with a boot camp buzz cut and he acts like he’s on an overdose of freshly minted Adderall. It’s sometimes hard to keep up with his pie charts, his ping pong table full of pennies demonstrating our deficit, his open consumption of toll house cookie dough on air (while he’s speaking), his massacred whole salmon flesh and an array of dry erase doodles complete with converging arrows. He’s on Fox News now *gasp* but I followed him over from CNN’s Headline News, where he was the political bookend to Nancy Grace’s crime related and similarly rant-infused show. (I’m still working at 5 p.m. and usually watch the second showing late night.) He’s also wildly popular online.
Okay, so the guy sobs openly on TV. Real tears, I think. He might be incredibly human or he might be giving an Academy Award performance. I can deal with it. He’s an entertainer, and he’s also a catalyst. Like me, he is wary of all politicians, no matter which party affiliation they claim. He can be downright scary when outlining conspiracy theories, and that’s one reason why I like him. Watching his show is like taking the rickety 100-year old wooden roller coaster at Cedar Point, it’s a thrill a minute. At least he has the cojones to ask the questions, off the wall as they may be, in the first place.
Why else would I like him? Well, he’s not as prickly as Sean Hannity, Bill O’Reilly, Anne Coulter or Rush Limbaugh. When he’s not crying, Beck’s smiling. Broadly. At least he’s good-natured about our current crisis, which is coincidentally how I view the world (yes, even with my bitching). He appears to be genuine, unattached to any one party, and I like how he questions the mentality and ethical fiber of every politician who seems to be morally bereft. Lightning rod? You betcha. That’s what happens when you don’t believe all you hear and dare to question authority.
(Shades of the late ‘60s early ‘70s!)
I picked up Glenn Beck’s Common Sense over the weekend as I perused the $4 book offerings at Sam’s Club. Since making the pledge to stay away from television (snow storms, school closings and tornado watches the exception), I read more – a lot more. (The book was a few pennies more than my usual $4, but not as much as what it would have cost on Amazon.) With only six chapters, Glenn Beck’s portion of Common Sense is a quick read; I’m still mulling over Thomas Paine’s Common Sense which Beck has so conveniently placed behind his own version. Paine’s musings were a tad shorter, but not by much. Both books encouraged the citizens to take control of their future.