|Spit Spingola |
A patient at a psychiatric hospital commenting on VH1's I Love The 70's.
What a goddamn lunatic.
You smell like pot, your friends spilled beer on you, that girl you met earlier in the night won't stop screaming so you put the pillow over her mouth to muffle the noise until she stops kicking ...
Flashback to 1990.
So....the 70s were an upstanding example of political unity and simpler, apple-pie community togetherness? Really?
Okay. I'll see your bet and raise you Nixon, gas shortages, and a cold war. Granted, I wasn't alive then, but I'm gonna go out on a limb and say he's sugarcoating it.
The 70's were a better time for real Americans, white culture, whatever he's calling it now. Sure, minorities, women, homosexuals, and non-Christians were worse off. But now they are gaining power and legitimacy, and that scares the hell out of Beck and his followers.
The best time in recent memory for them, was just after 9/11, when W was able to use fear to control that growing movement of people who weren't 'real Americans'. That's the basis for the 9/12 project, Sarah Palin, Hannity's trying to get a gay official fired, Gibson's 'we need more white babies', Limbaugh's race-war vision of 'Obama's America', etc. Its a pretty clear and unified message, so I suspect the reason the media isn't calling it for what it is, is simple denial.
It was an upstanding example if you were a kid and your whole world was TV -- or at least TV commercials between news reports on the Iranian Hostage Crisis, Love Canal, the Energy Crisis and Three Mile Island. I was alive then and it was pretty grim. The solution our parents picked: Reagan and the reality detatchment syndrome that's lead straight to Beck here.
Guy deserves an Emmy for his television portrayal of a stark raving lunatic.
The 70s were a simpler time. Filled with disco, the Bee-Gees, Abba, HR Puf-n-stuf, Charles Manson, Jim Jones in Guyana, the Iranian revolution.
So much simpler back then.
as long as he is always around, jon and steven always have jobs.
that is my silver lining to this massive cloud of crazy.
|The Townleybomb |
This guy is starting to remind me less of Howard Beale and more of that mashup of Paul Harvey talking about bongs.
|Johnny Madhouse |
This feels like an Eric Bogosian piece. It would fit really well with the rest of "Drinking in America".
|Caminante Nocturno |
Just think, in thirty years reactionary conservatives are going to be using VIDEO GAMES as examples of why the turn of the century was a simpler time.
Remember when we laughed at the cute antics of Mr. Driller? Don't you wish acquiring oil was as simple as it was in those days?
When all you had to do to feed your family was stomp on some burger buns while you outrun a hot dog and egg?
I feel really sorry for the types of people that fall under this guy's spell. He's like a cult leader or a pimp that's leading weak willed people into a dangerous place but has the ability to make them overlook the craziness he's entreating people into because he's able to speak kindly and with vulnerability.
At least I assume that's what happens for people that aren't able to see through someone so transparent.
Remember when America was like that fictional commercial designed to advertise a product? Those were the days.
Remember nuclear war drills in school when you had to get under your desk, put your head between your legs, and practice kissing your ass goodbye?
Better time for children, let's bring those back.
|James Woods |
|Binro the Heretic |
What you should have done back then, Glen, was either:
A-Get out of the car and walk back home.
B-Have fun at the party smoking weed, drinking beer and trying to cop a feel from the cute high/drunk chicks since you were going to get in trouble for those things, anyway.
Something tells me you did, in fact, go with option B. I seriously can't imagine you sitting in a house surrounded by your buddies all having one Hell of a time while you nervously huddled in the corner praying they would take you home soon.
But even after all this time, you're still trying to convince yourself that you, being Mister Perfect, would never have done any of those naughty things and that you were wrongly punished by your father all those years ago.
If his friends knew he was going to rape and kill a girl at that party they probably wouldn't have brought him.
The best part about Glen crying? Somewhere, someone watching is getting teared up along with him!
I'd just like to point out that Beck was 11 when that 1975 Kodak ad campaign ("Times of your life") came out.
I suggest anyone's, let alone a former alcoholic and drug user's, memory may be faded and nostalgic for a fuzzy time just two years before his parents' divorce and four years before his mother died in a questionable boating "accident".
In contrast, however, the Mean Joe Green commercial was 1979.
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