I don't want to watch his show.
This is from the Huffington Post. It's a clip of Mr. Beck going all weepy, this time for an American past as sentimental as an old Kodak comercial, as sweet as a shared Coca-Cola and as fraudulent as Mr. Beck's concern.
Mr. Beck wants to return us to a simpler, whiter America. Back in a misty time when women didn't question their men, blacks knew their place, and everybody went to church and prayed to the same white, Christian God.
A time when America liked Ike and a man could enjoy a good kike joke at the restricted club bar.
A time when the upper income tax rate was 91%.
OK, maybe not that America. But an America that can be reached in Mr. Beck's faulty Wayback Machine.
Beck admits America was never perfect, but there was a time, he says, when "we used to be united on some basic things."
Really? What basic things? Like belief in the dignity of all people? Like loving your neighbor as you love yourself? Those basic things?
My question is, when the fuck was that?
Have a good weekend. We'll see you Monday.