Beck’s Latest Bobble

Was the dumbest man on radio right about Iraq?

Talk radio doesn’t promote brilliance.

Its standard format straps stars to their microphones three hours a weekday, and if those stars didn’t speak until they had something brilliant to say, we’d likely be stuck listening to fifteen hours of dead air each week, broken up by commercials for which soon no one would pay, and it is about the money.

So no matter how circular or mundane, the stars talk, and talk, and keep on talking in mostly pedestrian, and less than pedestrian rants, during which they frequently contradict themselves (like dogs catching their tales) and when they run out of mundanity, move on to things less than mundane.

When even that fails them, when faced with a live mic, and absolutely nothing sane pops into their thought bubbles, the things that pop out of their mouths and escape onto the airwaves can be and sound truly insane.

Like — war as an object lesson.

That wasn’t my thought bubble, it was — his:

Where’s my polka dot bowtie?

Glenn Beck, who, via his three hour radio show, and GlennTV and special appearances on Blaze…