What happens when a friendly, pregnant, sandwich-wantin’ Hell Demon shows up at Glenn Beck’s diabetic picnic festival? CHAOS, obviously. “The sign just baffled folks. And out of that bafflement came a lot of anger. Angry, angry TeaPartiers angry about a man, dressed as an expectant demon, expressing her desire for sandwiches.” It’s a sad day for America when a teen-aged pregnant demon is turned away by Sarah Palin fanatics.
OK, I was in Seattle this past Saturday, and so I (thank Jeebus) missed all televised coverage of Beckapalooza in Washington, DC. I wasn’t too worried about that, since I think Glenn Beck is the intellectual and moral equivalent of spackle. Besides, there are an endless parade of pundits ready, willing, and able to provide me with their considered analysis of Beck (allegedly) channeling the Holy Spirit (or perhaps just some bad enchiladas). What none of the pundits will devote any of their considerable energies to, however, is the one question I really want an answer to: WHO was the pregnant demon on the Mall…and why couldn’t she just buy a sandwich? Perhaps the video will provide some answers. Or not.
Aw, Hell…if you don’t care about pregnant demons in pursuit of lunch, then at least stick around for the pictures of loons wearing the even loonier t-shirts…. ‘Course, the loons will be offended by this, and they’ll thinking I’m poking fun at their sartorial excess…which, of course, I am. Would you expect anything less?? If I couldn’t have some fun at the expense of the reflexively brain-dead, I’d have no reason to continue living.
