It’s odd to see how slow many people are to recognize the emergence and progression of mental illness in a person. Glenn Beck is showing much of what Jim Jones showed at the Peoples Temple in Georgetown, Guyana. Beck’s venue is simply larger here. The “thinking” he presents is typical of those who want to draw out the sense of victimization in crowds while offering a mesianic call to obedience–coupled with a metaphor of gathering forces for the “Great Battle.” This is inner sickness writ large. It’s not knowing where the self ends and the world begins–and become this knowledge is so often difficult for all of us, many of us don’t see what’s happening until somebody invites us to prove our patriotism and sense of duty by…stepping over to the line where the grape flavored Flavor-Aid is being served.
I finally got around to following the link, and I am still at the stage Teresa described yesterday. My heart rate literally jumped, my ears are ringing, and my hands are trembling.
Maybe I should redirect my energy and set free the telekinetic power within. Okay, not a catastrophe involving bodily harm but maybe a very spectacular, very public embarrassment after which Beck, Palin, and their followers would forever be national figures of fun, harmless butts of a thousand jokes.
Perhaps something on the order of widespread wardrobe malfunctions.
I’m too grossed out by the entire spectacle to form an insightful or rational comment. But I look forward to reading other people’s comments here.
Seriously, though, it makes me want to BARF. And cry. Cry-barf.
It makes me want to resort to violence. I guess I didn’t learn anything from Dr. King.
It’s odd to see how slow many people are to recognize the emergence and progression of mental illness in a person. Glenn Beck is showing much of what Jim Jones showed at the Peoples Temple in Georgetown, Guyana. Beck’s venue is simply larger here. The “thinking” he presents is typical of those who want to draw out the sense of victimization in crowds while offering a mesianic call to obedience–coupled with a metaphor of gathering forces for the “Great Battle.” This is inner sickness writ large. It’s not knowing where the self ends and the world begins–and become this knowledge is so often difficult for all of us, many of us don’t see what’s happening until somebody invites us to prove our patriotism and sense of duty by…stepping over to the line where the grape flavored Flavor-Aid is being served.
I finally got around to following the link, and I am still at the stage Teresa described yesterday. My heart rate literally jumped, my ears are ringing, and my hands are trembling.
Maybe I should redirect my energy and set free the telekinetic power within. Okay, not a catastrophe involving bodily harm but maybe a very spectacular, very public embarrassment after which Beck, Palin, and their followers would forever be national figures of fun, harmless butts of a thousand jokes.
Perhaps something on the order of widespread wardrobe malfunctions.