Sunday, June 8, 2008

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

Apparently, Mr. Garrison Keillor was in DC during the annual Rolling Thunder Ride to the Wall.

He was not impressed.

A patriotic bike rally is sort of like a patriotic toilet-papering or patriotic graffiti; the patriotism somehow gets lost in the sheer irritation of the thing. /snip You don't quite see the connection between that and these fat men with ponytails on Harleys.

One of those "fat men with ponytails" decided to educate him.

Rocky Mountain News.
Oh my goodness, Mr. Keillor has been inconvenienced once again. Imagine waiting for twenty minutes to cross the street while fat men in pony tails’ jammed the roadway. Worst, these are the same fat men, sans pony tails, and many pounds lighter, that slogged through the jungles of South Vietnam that Mr. Keillor and his college preppies defiled as baby killers.’ I guess us Vietnam Veterans have moved up in his world, now we are just pissing him off by making him wait to cross the street while thousands of brothers ride to the wall to pay respect to their fallen comrades. Respect that they never received when they came home from Southeast Asia. Mr. Keillor failed to mention that most of these grown men playing solider’ played solider forty years ago, saw their buddies die, cried in their bunkers, and prayed that they would make it home in one piece. Meanwhile Mr. Keillor studied English at the University of Minnesota and participated in demonstrations against the war.

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  1. I never really had an opinion of Mr. Keillor before.

    I now think he is a S.O.B.

  2. I've known he's a vile, nasty bastard for a long time.

  3. The Bride of Monster likes listening to NPR when we're driving somewhere. When Keillor comes on, I tune it to a different station, because he can't go five minutes without doing something "funny" only to his leftist buddies.

  4. I used to like Garrison. He used to be funny. Then he married that Swedish gal and moved to New York and renamed the show "The American Radio Company of the Air". And I had to quit listening because the disdain for and raw hatred of New York came out in every monologue he did. Evidently someone pointed this out to him because he started talking about Lake Woebegone again. But he'd lost me by then and I never looked back. Oh I'll listen on the odd occasion that I'm listening to NPR and Prairie Home comes on. But I don't mind turning the radio off of changing the channel. And his left-leaning has become more and more apparent as he gets older. Needs to get a life...


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