It has been brought to my attention that a former muse of mine, Glenn Beck, has had an...epiphany of late. The epiphany in question appears to concern shades of 'regret' over former feelings, and the intemperate language used to express those feelings.
Excuse me while I stifle a mild chuckle, dear reader.
Right, I'll carry on. The only things, IMO that Mr. Beck 'regrets' are losing all that sweet, sweet ad revenue and the legions of wild, fiery eyes glancing in his direction while he danced his little pavane on the corpse of reasonable discourse.
Disclaimer: I do have a three-legged mutt in this low-rent race...being called out on FOX network and not having my name spelled right may have ruined a 1/4 second of an hour in a day like any other. But I'll get over the pain, in time.
Nevertheless...Since I'm stubbornly basking in the butthurt of days gone by, let's review some of Glenn's contribution to my portfolio, shall we?
Imagine that...I'm starting to feel better already.