His subject matter: The attack on the Yale singing group in San Francisco. The story, for those that are unfamiliar with it, is simple enough to understand--- A Yale singing group was performing at a San Francisco New Year's Eve party when a group of people started shouting homophobic slurs at them, then beat them up after they launched into "The Star-Spangled Banner".
Yet somehow, on Fox News, "multiculturalism" and "diversity" are to blame--- When in reality, the attackers sound more like Fox News fans than people obsessed with diversity.
Here he is in all his glory, thanks to the miracle of DVR.
And yes, he is this stupid and incoherent--- I couldn't make this up.
Did you hear the one about the Yale singing group that got stomped lie a fat guy at Altamont for singing the National Anthem at a New Year’s Eve party in San Francisco?
The National Anthem. Folks, it’s official--- The aggrieved minority now is now [sic] the majority.
Now granted, there are times when I’ve just heard John Mellencamp’s “This Is Our Country” for the eight hundred fifty seventh time in forty minutes, and I contemplate living abroad, but short of that, what is wrong with a little patriotism?
Every freakshow life choice in the world is now celebrated in San Fran, except what they deem to be “square”. You know, a guy taking a whiz in the middle of Union Square is celebrated as a Uremic Stream Corrosion Artist, but woe unto you if you crank up “The Star Spangled Banner”.
So this is what comes of San Francisco’s migraine-inducing fixation with diversity, multiculturalism, and moral relativism? Hatred for a Glee Club?
You know, the liberal ideal is folded back in on itself like a Tarentino script and is now beginning to feed on the host organism. Nineteen losers jammed into a Scooby Doo van, just cruising around, looking to beat up some singers. HEY YOU IDIOTS! Even Ken Kesey eventually got himself a nice midsize.
And how did nineteen attackers show up so quickly? One phone call. To the San Francisco City Council. No doubt if someone had cranked up the Iranian national anthem, there would have been that quivering, tilted head, slightly nodding, misty-eyed moment of unspoken reverence for “the other”.
Well mark me down for the home team and OUR school song. You know, after these kids heal up, Pashmina Pelosi should open a session of the House by having them sing the national anthem. She should, but she won’t because she’d have to hide behind the podium like Elvira when Kolchak flashed a crucifix at her.
Oh, and by the way, how many hours a day does Pelosi and her scarf wrangler [sic] spend adjusting and readjusting for a perfect drape on her juji-fruit-colored neck gear?
You know, maybe in the future, all glee clubs entering the Bay Area should first make a physique adjustment stop at the epicenter of muscle enhancement, Barry Bonds’ house for a few nibbles off whatever multigrain wafer he used to go from lanky newcomer to Bib, the Michelin Man overnight.
Back to you, Hans and Frans.