Then this morning (yes, to a blogger, 12:57 p.m. is "morning") I found, via TBAiT's aggregator's pick-up of "You Forgot Poland," this comment by Mark Morford on the Chronicle's SFGate website:
Here's the takeaway, the only thing you need to know: Bill O'Reilly is a walking, snorting cautionary tale. For those of us who occasionally tread similar terrain of barbed political commentary (tempered, I hope, with satire and hope and sex and humor and fire hoses of divine juice), he is the Grand Pariah, the threshold, the Place You Do Not Want To Go as an intellectually curious human soul. He is the guy you can always look to, no matter how bad it gets, and say, Wow, at least I'm not him.At least I'm not Bill O'Reilly, but I'd like to count myself in the company of the likes of Mark Morford.
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What is clear is that BOR has made a Faustian bargain of the ugliest kind, taken on a worldview where there is no room for humor and light and sex and joy and grace, whereby he gets to unleash streams of rather appalling ignorance upon the progressive segments of the nation — like, you know, cities that dare to encourage peace and nonviolence and a measured, respectful response to the world — and he gets paid enormous sums and lives like an angry, sneering king, while the gods of karma can only sigh, and shake their heads, and wait. — Mark Morford, SFGate.com, 2005-11-16. Hyperlinks added by the Third Path.
About a month ago — well before this latest bloviation — I was visiting my parents in a very much "redder" part of America. One of the neighbors, on hearing that I live in San Francisco, asked me what I think of Bill O'Reilly. I replied that he can be entertaining, and that every once in a while, if only for a change of pace, he might say something that's actually true.
Friends don't let friends watch Fox News.
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