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Right-Wing Talksters Are People, Too

I have no idea if Glenn Beck advances the national conversation in a meaningful way. I only saw one show on TV, his very first. So honest, I really don't know. And frankly, I liked it. There was a guy who had written a book about the European fascist roots of contemporary progressivism. It was one of those "I need to read that" moments, but never wrote down the title.

Anyway, I'm at least aware enough to notice that progressives dislike most, if not all, conservative radio hosts. But frankly, that doesn't tell us much, given the fact that most progressives defend the constitutionally, morally, and logically indefensible in deeply personal, hostile ways. I can say with a clear conscience that I have never been personally angry at an opposing politician like they have. Mitt Romney is one of the kindest, most personally generous, and intelligent men to ever run for president. Ever. And I don't even like his policies, generally. But you saw what they did to him.

Anyway, I'm not going to be in a rush to throw anybody under the bus at the behest of progressives and their media buddies. It doesn't mean that I agree with whomever; it means that he or she is a person, entitled to say whatever it is he or she want to say. I don't make arbitrary pre-emptive decisions about what counts as "civil" or "extreme" at the suggestion of those who wouldn't know civility if it walked up and said, "Hello."

Thank you.

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