Fact-Free News "We Deceive, You Decide" (or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Right-Wing Ideologues)

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Fact-Free News "We Deceive, You Decide" (or How I Learned to Stop
Worrying and Love the Right-Wing Ideologues)

It's day three of the Anti-Kerry Republican Campaign Telethon on Fox
News and Right-Wing Ideologue Bill O'Reilly has just finished
concluding that since Kerry had made the statement that young American
soldiers are going into the homes of Iraqis in the dead of night,
terrorizing kids and such, then Kerry must be calling our troops
"terrorists".

Kerry calling our troops terrorist?

It was just another of O'Reilly's classic examples of argumentum ad
ignorantiam ad infinitum and typical
of the Bizarro world of the "No Spin Zone".

Bill O'Reilly is on a roll tonight and while I have 2000 cable channels
at my disposal in front of me, I wouldn't miss his show for the world.
I take a bong hit for every time O'Reilly touches his eyebrow or
otherwise gives secret gestures and buzzwords to his faithful
followers.
I'm pretty stoned by the time Bill gets around to interviewing a
leftist college professor, denouncing him on national t.v. for being
out-of-touch with America.

If the Nazis had won WW11 Bill O'Reilly would be doing his show with a
fake german accent.

The reason I spend so much of my valuable time watching Fox News is
because I'm feeling lately a desparate need to connect with the
thoughts, feelings, and misguided empiricism of my fellow countrymen.

I've lost touch with being American and I haven't even left the
country!

I am a social and historical anomaly. A cultural fossil. A leftist with
views farther to the left than Alan Colmes of Hannity & Colmes. I'm
tolerated so far by mainstream society only because the mainstream
hasn't gotten around yet to marching down Main street in formation.

But that day is coming!

The names of Treblinka, Auschwitz-Birkenau, and Dachau roll off my lips
as i hear a distant train whistle blow.....the train that takes me to a
camp where my name is stenciled over a bunk.
Soon.
In the meantime I'm using all of my abilities as a social chameleon to
adapt to these rugged fascist times. Perhaps some day in the future a
gentle touch to my eyebrow or a discreet tug of my red power tie, along
with inserting the proper buzzword of the day in my conversation, may
delay the inevitable time when I shall be unmasked...and taken
away.....

When Bill O'Reilly points his finger at the camera, do you know whom he
points to?

He points at you.

Be prepared.
Be
a
lert.

namaste;
bodhi
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