I never, ever thought this day would come. For years, I have believed that Bill O'Reilly was as bat-shit insane as people like Rush, Coulter, and the rest of the Fox, Clear Channel propaganda squad. Or, if not insane, then immoral enough to espouse ridiculous arguments and blatant lies in exchange for a pay check. But something must have happened to Bill. Maybe it was his interviews with Obama. Maybe Obama inspired something in Bill to say to himself,
"Maybe being bat-shit insane isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Maybe there's something to be said for rationality, justice, and other Enlightenment values. Maybe I can make some effort, at least on occasion, to lend a voice of reason to the guano-pool that is Fox. Maybe I owe that much to the public and the common good."
To be honest, I don't really care what it was. The fact remains that on May 25, 2010, what I once held to be impossible has, indeed, come to pass. For the first time since I became aware of Bill O'Reilly's existence, I am not, at least temporarily, ashamed to be a member of the same species of mammal. Even more amazing, on that date, I was actually proud that we shared a common genetic code. For the first time ever, I found myself
not only agreeing with O'Reilly, but cheering for him.
His guest on May 25th, 2010 was that formerly semi-human pile of greed and journalistic whoredom, John Stossel, who had wandered onto Bill's show to prop up the Tea Party Bigot, Dr. Rand Paul, and defend the right of private enterprise to freely discriminate against people because of their race, sex, religion, shampoo preference, you name it. In other words, Stossel believes that private enterprise should be free to ignore the Civil Rights Act of 1964. By extension, then, Stossel must also believe that the Civil Rights Act should be repealed, or at least amended to protect the rights of private citizens (which corporations are, quite naturally, as ruled by the SCOTUS) to be as racist, sexist, homophobic, as they wanna be. Government, after all right, has no right to dictate what people think or how they exercise their right to pursue happiness. If I want to exclude Christians from my internet cafe, then the government should protect my right to do so. Screw the rights of those Christians to drink MY espresso or mooch off my wireless internet.
John Stossell doesn't care what I think about him, of course. But Billo sure did make that wormy little rat-faced prick shrink down in his seat. Watch this video and tell me if you don't think Bill hurt his little feelings and disappointed him that a fellow Foxian would kick his scrawny ass to the curb. Under the circumstances, I'd say that Bill exercised lots of restraint. And because he did exercise such restraint and didn't just kick Stossell's ass harder, I am once again ashamed that Bill and I are members of the same species.