Killing a Rotter - The Title of Bill O'Reilly's Last Book?

"Rotter is a beautiful word because - to me - it sums up a particular type of person who's a middle-aged untrustworthy cad. I think of the actor Terry-Thomas, someone with a pencil moustache and brilliantine hair who will pick your pocket while smiling." BBC slang historian Tony Thorne

“O'Reilly has had tremendous run,” Drudge

Whatever.

I watch Fox News at 5 P.M. CST.  Brett Baeir is the best news anchor since Frank Reynolds.

I appreciate the nice looking girls who dominate Fox News and they get less than a glance from me,  as I am  over sixty, been a widower for over a decade, raised two lovely daughters and a son who treats women like he did his mother and welcomed a granddaughter to clan Hickey in February.

I worship women and know the difference between Megyn Kelly and Camille Paglia.  I read Camille Paglia as I have for more than thirty years and have yet to glance at a review of Ms. Kelly's Settle for More.  I do, Ms. Kelly.  I do.

Barbara Tuchman is more. Eudora Welty is more.  Edna Ferber is more.  George Eliot is more. Camille Paglia is way more.

Why settle for less?

Dopes do all the time.  They order Fifty Shades of Grey when they could read A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century.  They order Nutri-System, when they could learn to make wholesome meals.  Old dopes settle for their ego, a thick wallet and all that it can buy, or the vanity of human wishes. They buy them vanity wheels, with the savings from hiding assets in an ugly divorce, as well as gallon jugs of little blue pills, when Mr. Johnson goes on the fritz,


Old guys drooling over hot babes is the gateway to porn addiction, Lads.  Worse, Old Guys using their power and position to force their wicked ways on toothsome young ladies is, was and always shall be loathsome - be they sporting silk bathrobes, academic gowns or corporate gray worsted wool.

Decrepit debauchers and reprobate Romeos deserve equal revulsion - Bills Cosby and O'Reilly.

O'Reilly I know of, due to public opinion and a brief sampling of his schtick ten years ago, which was about as enriching and enjoyable as being handcuffed for days in an old AT&T phone booth to a blacked out drunk, marinated in Wild Irish Rose since the Clinton Adminstration, with irritable bowel syndrome.

My O'Reilly awareness is only due to commercial breaks on FOX touting the latest in his series of KILLING books - Jesus, Kennedy, Robert Hall, Earl Scheib and the Kingston Trio and the American news media.  Fox News buys up tones of copies and Bill-O gets a positive rank on the New York Times Best Sellers List.  Try and read one.  Go ahead! I dare you.

I understand Mr. O'Reilly (aka Martin Dugard) is having trouble with some young women and it appears that his star is in rapid descent - 'They mount, they shine, evaporate and fall!'  Do they not. O'Reilly's career seems to be falling apart, like a Robert Hall suit.

Well, he had himself a fine old time.  Now, the world might be saved from having its tired old ears pounded about Bill O'Reilly's latest KILLING Book.  Might it be titled, Killing Me?

No.  Vain clowns use the third person when discussing themselves. Vain clowns force themselves on younger women. Rotters manage to succeed and expect to get away with it.

Killing a Rotter - the Bill O'Reilly Story serves nicely.

London, 1928:Mr. Belloc Called it Right, But There Is Still Time To Get It Right

I guess Bill O'Reilly and John Stewart went at it last night.  They had a debate -  A gifted comic genius and an ego on steroids.  

John Stewart is brilliant.  Bill O'Reilly has a massive following.  Politically, I might be closer to O'Reilly, but that is about it.  I don't get the guy.  John Stewart on the other hand has a mind like a Swiss CPA and good humor and comic timing of a Chicago Homicide Detective.



I imagine John Stewart mopped the floor with Bloviating Bill.



Eighty four years ago, two literary giants went tusk to tusk in London  George Bernard Shaw and GK Chesterton. Read the debate. I am going to see a dramatic presentation of this event this afternoon at the Provision Theatre* ( 1001 West Roosevelt Road).  



The conclusion by the moderator, Hilaire Belloc is the pay-off.



Mr. Belloc scored the only real hit in the verbal combat with his prophetic analysis of the end of the industrial age.


MR. BELLOC:  I was told when I accepted this onerous office
that I was to sum up.  I shall do nothing of the sort.
In a very few years from now this debate will be antiquated.
I will now recite you a poem:
    "Our civilization
    Is built upon coal.
    Let us chant in rotation
    Our civilization
    That lump of damnation
    Without any soul,
    Our civilization
    Is built upon coal.
    "In a very few years,
    It will float upon oil.
    Then give three hearty cheers,
    In a very few years
    We shall mop up our tears
    And have done with our toil.
    In a very few years
    It will float upon oil."
In I do not know how many years--five, ten, twenty--this debate
will be as antiquated as crinolines are.  I am surprised that
neither of the two speakers pointed out that one of three things
is going to happen.  One of three things:  not one of two.
It is always one of three things.  This industrial civilization which,
thank God, oppresses only the small part of the world in which we
are most inextricably bound up, will break down and therefore
end from its monstrous wickedness, folly, ineptitude,
leading to a restoration of sane, ordinary human affairs,
complicated but based as a whole upon the freedom of the citizens.
Or it will break down and lead to nothing but a desert.
Or it will lead the mass of men to become contented slaves,
with a few rich men controlling them.  Take your choice.
You will all be dead before any of the three things comes off.
One of the three things is going to happen, or a mixture of two,
or possibly a mixture of the three combined. (emphases my own)

After finally watching the Obama/Romney debate which I recorded, I re-read the above.

Mitt Romney gets what Belloc spoke about, especially his fifteen words about using clean coal as a path to relieving some of our economic burden. The day after the debate, I read where coal stocks soared on the markets.  President Barack Obama fully embraces the words of Belloc that I emphasized in dark ink.

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Shaw vs. Chesterton: The Debate

Review by Lauren Whalen 

Opposites attract: the principle doesn’t just apply to romantic relationships. To quote one of my favorite sitcoms, “We’re friends. We don’t need to have anything in common.”George Bernard Shaw and GK Chesterton – two of the finest literary minds of the 20th century – had very little in common. Shaw was an atheist, socialist and vegetarian, while Chesterton was a Christian distributist who loved meat. Yet the two remained best friends who relished a stirring yet respectful debate. Based on actual exchanges between the playwright and journalist, Shaw vs. Chesterton: The Debate is an intelligent peek into the minds of two brilliant men, though the talk-heavy format may not appeal to everyone.

The play begins with Shaw (Lawrence McCauley) and Chesterton (Brad Armacost) preparing for an onstage debate, while bantering playfully and assisting moderator Belloc (Michael Downey) with his bloody nose. Throughout an intermission-less 85 minutes, Shaw and Chesterton interact with audience members, tease Belloc and embark on friendly verbal sparring: first on the topics of politics and religion, then in a “lightning round” with spectator input. But Chesterton has a secret that, when revealed, will throw Shaw for a loop and could change the friendship forever.Some elements of Shaw vs. Chesterton feel superfluous: for example, Inseung Park’s otherwise spot-on set design includes chairs bolted to the walls. Why is that necessary? Also, the play opens with Jim Poole’s video compilation of famous debates from this century and last, involving Barack Obama, Sarah Palin and Richard Nixon, among others. Because this audience is attending a play with the word “debate” in the title – and most of them have probably watched television in the past decade – they are well aware of what a debate actually entails and don’t need it spelled out for them.

And at its core, Shaw vs. Chesterton is just that: an hour-plus-long debate. Only two scenes showcase Shaw and Chesterton’s relationship outside of the back-and-forth: more human and less showy, these were my favorites, and I wanted more of the same. While the talk of property and religion is both interesting and frighteningly relevant, I wasn’t always engaged. I could appreciate the intellectual sparring, but I wanted to learn more about the men themselves and their unique friendship.

Despite a script that doesn’t always compel, the three actors have a wonderful time onstage and share this joy with the audience. Downey brings a light comic touch to his moderator role, with relatable frustration when the sparring gets slightly out of control. As Chesterton, Armacost articulates conservative beliefs with a jolly fervor and a deep respect for his opponent. And McCauley’s bombastic and hilarious Shaw radiates wit and good humor with flawless delivery of lines such as “I’m an atheist – and I thank God for it!” He wields his pocket watch like a weapon, dispelling the friendliest of fire, with brotherly love for Chesterton shining through every syllable.

As this contentious election year has proved, people find comfort in their beliefs. They also find comfort in each other. Shaw vs. Chesterton: The Debate effectively illustrates what happens when two brilliant individuals agree to disagree, chatting all the way.Timothy Gregory’s direction of two stellar actors is promising – if only his adaptation had been more engaging.

http://www.chicagotribune.com/entertainment/sns-rt-bill-oreilly-debatemt1thewrap59586-20121006,0,7546780.story

Obama Boffo as Queeg & O'Reilly Delivers in McCain Mutiny on Factor

O'Reilly:
The witness is understandably
agitated. I request a recess.


Obama:
I don't want a recess.

O'Reilly:
- Did you conduct such a search?
- Yes.

Obama:
My disloyal friends failed me,
and the key couldn't be found.


O'Reilly:
wasn't this whole fuss
over a quart of strawberries?

Obama:
The pilfering of food is a very
serious occurrence on board a ship.

O'Reilly:

You were told that the mess boys
ate the berries. There was no key.


Obama:

The key was not imaginary. I don't
know anything about the mess boys.

O'Reilly:

Have you no recollection of
a conversation with William Ayers?

Didn't he tell you that
the mess boys ate the strawberries?


Obama:

I remember he was grateful
for his community grant. His wife was nuts.

O'Reilly:

Do you know
where he is now?


He's in Chicago. He can be flown
up here in three hours if necessary.


- Shall we have him testify?

Obama:
- No, I ... ( takes two stell balls from the pocket of his Aramani jacket and rolls them throughout the interview)

I don't see any need of that.

Now that I recall, he might have
said something about mess boys.

I questioned many men, and Ayers
was not the most reliable Democrat.

O'Reilly:

The defence has no other recourse
than to produce William Ayers.

Obama

There's no need for that.
He'll only tell you lies.


All the candiates were disloyal.
They were always fighting me.

If the crew wanted their
shirt-tails out, they'd let them.


Take the tow line ...
defective equipment.


But they began spreading wild
rumours about steaming in circles, -


- and then "Old Yellowstain". I was
to blame for McCain's incompetence. ( rolls up a storm here!)


McCain was the perfect candidate,
but not Barack.


But the strawberries,
that's where I had them.


I proved with geometric logic that a
duplicate key to the icebox existed.


I could have produced that key. They
were protecting some candidate...


Naturally, I can only cover
these things from memory.


If I've left anything out,
just ask me specific questions -


- and I'll be glad to answer them
one by one.


O'Reilly -

Tomoorow! Don't miss Part Trois of our series of Masterpiece Theatre with Senator Barack Obama - Live from Community Orgainizer's Playhouse - On the No Spin Zone!

Cut! Cut!!!! Cut!!!!! God Damn it!!! I'll read the script! I'll write the script ! We Off? Oh That's just great!!!

Al Sharpton's Popping For Florida Vote Expenses?

Crown Heights Al Sharpton, who came to Chicago, left Chicago, and that mattered how? - and still gets mug time on Fox goofball Bill O'Reilly whenever a bird flies over Al's Bentley, is warning up a plenty!

The Activist Race -baiter who told Jews to pin back their Yarmulkes and get ready to 'get it on,' told Bill-O that there will consequences and repercussions if something is not done about Florida! It was, as per usual with Crown Heights Al, unclear exactly what would come round the corner, if his latest demands, about what I have no idea, are not met! Al seems ready to Jew hunting Florida - he likes that demographic, probably more Jews than Crown Heights! They've been hogging the Holocaust! Al's got to turn up the heat!


“If the Jews want to get it on, tell them to pin their yarmulkes back and come over to my house." Rev. Al -

From Rich Lowery:
Those were the immortal words of the Rev. Al Sharpton during the Crown Heights crisis in New York City in 1991. A car driven by a Hasidic Jew had run over a black child in the Brooklyn neighborhood, prompting black-Jewish tensions that eventually spilled over into antisemitic riots. Sharpton's contribution to civic peace was statements like the above, together with such classic anti-Jewish smears as: "Talk about how Oppenheimer in South Africa sends diamonds straight to Tel Aviv and deals with the diamond merchants right here in Crown Heights."

http://www.nationalreview.com/lowry/lowry200312030840.asp

Oh, yeah - this clown needs to be heard! Bill-O more face time!



This from the New York Sun on Bill-O's Comfy Chair for Crown Heights Al:

'. . .If Mr. Obama is denied the nomination because of "back-room deals" made by superdelegates, he said, "you not only would see people like me demonstrating, you may see us talking about whether or not we can support that ticket."

I thought that Barack Obama would be dignified by the honorific SENATOR? Senator Obama, Al; give man his due! Shoot.

'Pin back them Yarmulkes!' Tell Howard Dean that Crown Heights Al and his NAN Network will spring for the votes! Al's ready to pull change out of his deep pockets - He's the Agent of Change . . .and folding money!

Way to go Bill-O.