Glenn Beck and the Tea Party Ghost by P.J. O'Rourke

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Glenn Beck and the Tea Party Ghost - Paul J. O'Rourke - Open Salon

He stood on the stage bathing in the adulation of the assembled dignitaries. The Nobel Prize! At last, his body of work had been given the honor it deserved. As the standing ovation went on he thought of his critics. He knew they were watching. Did this great hall look like the rubber room where they said he’d spend the rest of his days bouncing? Ha! His struggle had been so worth the effort…



Glenn Beck was awakened from his dream of adequacy by the sound of a man clearing his throat. He sat up and, as his eyes adjusted, saw a glowing white Colonial ghost standing beside his bed.

“Who are you?”

“My friends call me Ben. We have been watching you for some time, and see how loyal you are to our cause. I have been sent to grant you the privilege of attending the real Boston Tea Party, that you may then be able to advance our cause with more familiarity and fervor. We haven’t much time. Touch my sleeve and join the cause.”

Glenn reached out and in an instant was transported to colonial Boston. A group of men were parading down the street with purpose in their step and eyes. “This is it!” he thought as he fell in beside a man disguised as an Indian and carrying a tomahawk.

Click the link, it only gets better from there.

 

[Old Rocks]

Lol

 

[bodecea]

Glenn Beck and the Tea Party Ghost - Paul J. O'Rourke - Open Salon

He stood on the stage bathing in the adulation of the assembled dignitaries. The Nobel Prize! At last, his body of work had been given the honor it deserved. As the standing ovation went on he thought of his critics. He knew they were watching. Did this great hall look like the rubber room where they said he’d spend the rest of his days bouncing? Ha! His struggle had been so worth the effort…



Glenn Beck was awakened from his dream of adequacy by the sound of a man clearing his throat. He sat up and, as his eyes adjusted, saw a glowing white Colonial ghost standing beside his bed.

“Who are you?”

“My friends call me Ben. We have been watching you for some time, and see how loyal you are to our cause. I have been sent to grant you the privilege of attending the real Boston Tea Party, that you may then be able to advance our cause with more familiarity and fervor. We haven’t much time. Touch my sleeve and join the cause.”

Glenn reached out and in an instant was transported to colonial Boston. A group of men were parading down the street with purpose in their step and eyes. “This is it!” he thought as he fell in beside a man disguised as an Indian and carrying a tomahawk.

Click the link, it only gets better from there.

Great Article!

 

[Barb]

It took a moment for Glenn to grasp the meaning of it all. “Let me get this straight. We’re on an American ship destroying a private company’s legally purchased product, even after they have, through tax cuts and market innovation, trimmed their overhead, eliminated the middleman, and brought you quality tea at a low price. George, I’m sure you think yourself a patriot, but you are attacking the very engine of liberty!”

Priceless. I've always loved P.J. Don't always agree with his conclusions...but always loved his style and sense of fair play.

 

[Intense]

Glenn Beck and the Tea Party Ghost - Paul J. O'Rourke - Open Salon

He stood on the stage bathing in the adulation of the assembled dignitaries. The Nobel Prize! At last, his body of work had been given the honor it deserved. As the standing ovation went on he thought of his critics. He knew they were watching. Did this great hall look like the rubber room where they said he’d spend the rest of his days bouncing? Ha! His struggle had been so worth the effort…



Glenn Beck was awakened from his dream of adequacy by the sound of a man clearing his throat. He sat up and, as his eyes adjusted, saw a glowing white Colonial ghost standing beside his bed.

“Who are you?”

“My friends call me Ben. We have been watching you for some time, and see how loyal you are to our cause. I have been sent to grant you the privilege of attending the real Boston Tea Party, that you may then be able to advance our cause with more familiarity and fervor. We haven’t much time. Touch my sleeve and join the cause.”

Glenn reached out and in an instant was transported to colonial Boston. A group of men were parading down the street with purpose in their step and eyes. “This is it!” he thought as he fell in beside a man disguised as an Indian and carrying a tomahawk.

Click the link, it only gets better from there.

What can I say? I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take anymore! LOL

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Which Glenn Beck???
Howard Beale? Maroni? Gabriel? Thomas Paine? Girlie Boy? The Prophet? The Clown?

Please clarify? Be Specific? LOL

He is good and on target children!!!

 

[Toro]

lol

awesome

PJ has always been one of my favorite writers.

Here is an article I saw today that I was going to post in its own thread but might as well post here, since it touches on the same things as the OP, not as funny though.



The Truth About the Tea Party (the Original One)
1. The Tea Party was not a protest against high taxes.
2. The Tea Party was prompted by a corporate bailout.
3. The Tea Party was a grass-roots movement -- with an element of AstroTurf.
4. The Tea Party wasn't always a touchstone of American nationalism.

The Truth About the Tea Party (the Original One) | Capital Gains and Games

 

[jillian]

Glenn Beck and the Tea Party Ghost - Paul J. O'Rourke - Open Salon

He stood on the stage bathing in the adulation of the assembled dignitaries. The Nobel Prize! At last, his body of work had been given the honor it deserved. As the standing ovation went on he thought of his critics. He knew they were watching. Did this great hall look like the rubber room where they said he’d spend the rest of his days bouncing? Ha! His struggle had been so worth the effort…



Glenn Beck was awakened from his dream of adequacy by the sound of a man clearing his throat. He sat up and, as his eyes adjusted, saw a glowing white Colonial ghost standing beside his bed.

“Who are you?”

“My friends call me Ben. We have been watching you for some time, and see how loyal you are to our cause. I have been sent to grant you the privilege of attending the real Boston Tea Party, that you may then be able to advance our cause with more familiarity and fervor. We haven’t much time. Touch my sleeve and join the cause.”

Glenn reached out and in an instant was transported to colonial Boston. A group of men were parading down the street with purpose in their step and eyes. “This is it!” he thought as he fell in beside a man disguised as an Indian and carrying a tomahawk.

Click the link, it only gets better from there.

PJ O'Rourke is brilliant. I have always loved reading him.

 

[CrimsonWhite]

O'Rourke is a genius. Great find.

 

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Bump

A bump in the night.

 

[Intense]

Never trust anything out of Boston. They have been playing us from the start. LOL

From the Tea Party, to Ted, to the Red Sox, it smells like Low Tide. LOL

 

[JWBooth]

Glenn Beck and the Tea Party Ghost - Paul J. O'Rourke - Open Salon

He stood on the stage bathing in the adulation of the assembled dignitaries. The Nobel Prize! At last, his body of work had been given the honor it deserved. As the standing ovation went on he thought of his critics. He knew they were watching. Did this great hall look like the rubber room where they said he’d spend the rest of his days bouncing? Ha! His struggle had been so worth the effort…



Glenn Beck was awakened from his dream of adequacy by the sound of a man clearing his throat. He sat up and, as his eyes adjusted, saw a glowing white Colonial ghost standing beside his bed.

“Who are you?”

“My friends call me Ben. We have been watching you for some time, and see how loyal you are to our cause. I have been sent to grant you the privilege of attending the real Boston Tea Party, that you may then be able to advance our cause with more familiarity and fervor. We haven’t much time. Touch my sleeve and join the cause.”

Glenn reached out and in an instant was transported to colonial Boston. A group of men were parading down the street with purpose in their step and eyes. “This is it!” he thought as he fell in beside a man disguised as an Indian and carrying a tomahawk.

Click the link, it only gets better from there.

Thanks, O'Rourke is always amusing and has a higher accuracy rating than the one Limbaugh claims to have.

 

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Glenn Beck and the Tea Party Ghost - Paul J. O'Rourke - Open Salon

He stood on the stage bathing in the adulation of the assembled dignitaries. The Nobel Prize! At last, his body of work had been given the honor it deserved. As the standing ovation went on he thought of his critics. He knew they were watching. Did this great hall look like the rubber room where they said he’d spend the rest of his days bouncing? Ha! His struggle had been so worth the effort…



Glenn Beck was awakened from his dream of adequacy by the sound of a man clearing his throat. He sat up and, as his eyes adjusted, saw a glowing white Colonial ghost standing beside his bed.

“Who are you?”

“My friends call me Ben. We have been watching you for some time, and see how loyal you are to our cause. I have been sent to grant you the privilege of attending the real Boston Tea Party, that you may then be able to advance our cause with more familiarity and fervor. We haven’t much time. Touch my sleeve and join the cause.”

Glenn reached out and in an instant was transported to colonial Boston. A group of men were parading down the street with purpose in their step and eyes. “This is it!” he thought as he fell in beside a man disguised as an Indian and carrying a tomahawk.

Click the link, it only gets better from there.

It took a moment for Glenn to grasp the meaning of it all. “Let me get this straight. We’re on an American ship destroying a private company’s legally purchased product, even after they have, through tax cuts and market innovation, trimmed their overhead, eliminated the middleman, and brought you quality tea at a low price. George, I’m sure you think yourself a patriot, but you are attacking the very engine of liberty!”


George was not pleased with Glenn’s accusation. “I have no more desire to be taxed without representation by Parliament and King than I do to be ruled by an incorporation! First a monopoly on tea, then who knows what next? Will they control everything we…”

“Socialist!” Glenn shouted as he pushed George over the rail into the cold water below.

Glenn Beck and the Tea Party Ghost - Paul J. O'Rourke - Open Salon

btw, up until the end, Benedict Arnold was an honorable man pushed to the brink by a weak national governing body who refused to do what was right.


and...people like Glenn Beck are traitorous to the causes of liberty and freedom. They just can't see the forest for the trees.