Glenn Beck is the most successful pundit in America today. His secret? Bringing the kind of audacious, dim-witted, scandalous comments that are normally reserved for coffee shop conversation to a national television audience.
Beck’s loyal followers break into furious applause. “Somebody finally found the guts to say it!” they exclaim.
His critics gasp in shocked disbelief. “I can’t believe he actually said that!”
Either way, Beck’s notoriety, and market share, continues to expand.
Today, Beck and a holy host of conservative celebrities led by Sarah Palin will be hosting a Restoring Honor rally on the 47th anniversary of Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” speech. If you want my take on Mr. Beck’s odious brand of bigotry you can find it in an earlier post where I introduced you to Beck’s mentor, a virulently racist John Birch propagandist named W. Clean Skousen. Beck’s brand of conservatism is essentially a repackaging of early 1960s John Birch paranoia.
Beck was at his muck-raking best recently when he wrapped himself in the mantle of Martin Luther King and predicted that he “wouldn’t be surprised if in our lifetime dogs and fire hoses are released or opened on us. I wouldn’t be surprised if a few of us get a billy club to the head. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of us go to jail — just like Martin Luther King did — on trumped-up charges. Tough times are coming.”
New York Times columnist Bob Herbert is not amused.
But that’s Mr. Beck’s game. If he can get 100,000 to the Mall in DC he’ll be happy. If he can get New York Times columnists and obscure bloggers foaming at the mouth he’ll be delirious.
But Mr. Herbert couldn’t resist the bait, and neither could I. So once again, Mr. Beck wins.
We’re locked into a weird waltz with the Beckian heresy, and Beck is leading.