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

[bodhi]

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

Tonight on the "No Spin Zone" Bill O'Reilly and Karl Roves were
commenting on how Hillary Clinton appears on Fox News because it's
"Fair and Balanced." O'Reilly asked Karl Roves to call Hillary up and
invite her on his show. "You're friends with her," O'Reilly commented
dryly.

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 WW2 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 desperate 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 goose-stepping 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 the 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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