Remember this guy?
The guy who Roger Ailes hired to make Lonesome Rhodes
look like William Sloan Coffin?
The culture-war criminal and profiteer who made a fortune whipping the Pig People into a state of constant, unholy frenzy
and then made another fortune selling them prepper seeds and doomsday gold and an endless supply of Threshold Edition-published claptrap?
The guy who, one year ago, was busy hyping his own Randite Epcot walled-off Utopia scam called
Yeah, that guy.
Well now he's branched out from fake outrage bomb throwing and conspiracy mongering to fake contrition
over his suddenly epiphany that a career spent exhorting imbeciles to set the woods on fire at 50,000 decibel might have somehow caused some, y'know, woods to be set on fire.
Over on my Liberal teevee, Squint and the Meat Puppet were so blown away by Mr. Beck's sincerity (Because OMFG, he has So Much Money!) they devoted an entire segment to tag-team tongue-bathing him (which was extra-super special because, as Meat Puppet explained, no one has been more harsh in their criticism of Glenn Beck than he.)
According to your Liberal teevee, how big a deal was Mr. Beck's few minutes of fake atonement? So Fucking Big that, as Meat Puppet explained, it didn't even matter if he was lying about it because (no kidding) Capitalism!
Don't try to figure it out. Just let the authentic frontier wingnut gibberish over you and move on.
How big a deal was it?
So Fucking Big that instead of using their regular workaday tin cup to drizzle their Fake Centrist poison into America's political discourse, they went ahead and emptied an entire slop-trough of the stuff, raw, into the well-water.
So Fucking Big that, by my count, they had to scamper down to the Liberal teevee cellars to bring up another Nebuchadnezzar of Both Siderist Special Reserve five different times to properly celebrate the occasion of Mr. Beck's crocodile tears: