Laments of a philosophical pessimist. Notes on society, politics, and culture.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
The Life of O'Reilly
It must be soul-killing to play a pompous, boorish nincompoop mouthing patent inanities, even if you're paid millions annually to do so. At least your average Tea Partier truly believes every element of his fantastic ideology. It informs his worldview, sustains his soul, and makes his heart jump with life. The life of O'Reilly is pathetic by comparison; a perfectly intelligent person wilfully playing a fleshly puppet spewing stupidity into the ether, to be recorded by posterity as nothing more than a pimp selling ignorance, all so he can trade on his empty celebrity and pose with the powerful.