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.
If by a "Liberal" they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone who welcomes new ideas without rigid reactions, someone who cares about the welfare of the people - their health, their housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights, and their civil liberties - someone who believes we can break through the stalemate and suspicions that grip us in our policies abroad; if that is what they mean by a "Liberal," then I'm proud to say I'm a "Liberal." - John F. Kennedy
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Cautionary Tale
For those of you not familiar with Mark Morford of the SF Gate. His columns are always good and sometimes great. Regardless, his prose is just good to wade through. Here is an excerpt from his latest concerning Bill O'Reilly and his recent comments about SFO.
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Today Mark Morford tempted readers to flirt with the notion that maybe, just maybe, the tide is beginning to turn. Democrats in Congress have finally grown a pair. Senators are using obscure rules to demand accountability and shouting on the Senate floor. John Edwards admits he was wrong to vote for the war and Jimmy Carter is pointing out how un-Christian our country has become. Most Americans are beginning to see the light that the rest of the world has always seen. Bush's approval rating continues to drop like an IED hucked into a hotel compound in Baghdad.
For a moment, I imagined we were in The Lion King and that scene is just starting where rain begins to fall on the parched barren earth, sprouts of green grass emerge. Animals and birds come out from the shadows as the glowing sun begins to rise. It's a new day! Cue the hopeful, glorious music and the joyful chorus of renewal. The evil imposter king has been dethroned. Simba has brought peace and prosperity back to the Serengheti.
Hold on there, Rafiki. We're not there yet. Our "Scar" is still in the White House and he and his band of hyenas are far from defeated.
It was a nice moment, but we can't bust out with a "Hakuna Matata" chorus just yet.
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