Daily Archives: September 7, 2010

A Short Personal Post From Lynnrockets (Updated)

Nothing to do with politics tonight. Also, thankfully for me, no story of personal tragedy either (God, I’ve had enough of those already this year). I just thought that inasmuch as so many folks are beginning to put the pieces together and figure out who I am that maybe I would just post a little something about my night tonight. Sort of a diary thing.

As many of you now know, I lost both of my parents (and best friends) in the last few months. I then moved back into the house that I grew up in which is located on an island off the coast of Boston. All in all, not a bad place to be. It is somewhat odd to live in the smallest town in Massachusetts with many folks that I grew up with and have never left. Odd mind you, but now I think I am the luckiest person in the world ( or at least in the northeast).

Everyone comes from somewhere and this is my “where”. Tonight I rambled down to my local pub. This is not a rare occurrence by the way, as I’ve been known to do the same from time to time (OK, most of the time). I had so much fun drinking and playing around (and more drinking, did I ever mention I am Irish?) with so many of my old time school chums. It felt like something out of an old time Currier & Ives illustration. I’m very lucky to live in New England. Quite picturesque and all.

In any event, I was kidding around with some old high school chums of mine ( bookies, killers and thieves) and realized that we all share this same little world of ours. Here I am concerning myself with politics and the big picture while guys just like me are more concerned with the trials and tribulations of everyday life. I then realized that …


It’s not so bad being a beach boy.


This may be it. I think that I am burned out. I will post a few more articles that have been pre-written, but I don’t know if I’ll be back for awhile (if ever). Until then, here is something that always makes me cry. I hope you folks remember me as fondly…

Glenn Beck Lies To His Naive Followers (Again)

Beck: The Kool Aid Nazi

The formerly drug-addled and uneducated Glenn Beck has a bad habit of lying and misconstruing facts on his radio and television programs. The Fox host is known to fabricate stories and resort to misleading hyperbole on a nightly basis. His exaggerations and falsities are all designed to lend support to his fiction-based conspiracy theories and wildly inaccurate character assassinations. Once Beck starts lying, he simply cannot stop.

For example, Glenn Beck lied that Van Jones was arrested and went to prison for taking part in the Rodney King riots. It never happened. Beck lied when he said that no President had been sworn into office without the Bible.  John Quincy Adams used a law book. Franklin Pierce wasn’t even sworn in.  Teddy Roosevelt used no Bible. He lied when he said that the Director of White House Science and Technology Policy, ” has proposed forcing abortions and putting sterilants in the drinking water to control population.” Glenn Beck lied when he said that when consumers used the government’s cash for clunker site they had to agree that their computers would become government property. And he lied when he said that the US was the ONLY country that had a natural birthright provision. The list goes on and on and on and on and….

But as the saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words, so let’s go to the moving picture show, shall we?

Want more?

Not convinced yet?

Just last week Beck told a real whopper to his sycophantic worshippers in Washington D.C. at his “Restoring Honor Rally”. In fact, his lie involved George Washington, the President that allegedly could not tell a lie. Beck proclaimed,

“I went to the National Archives, and I held the first inaugural address written in his own hand by George Washington.”

Problem is, Beck lied yet again. Archives spokeswoman Susan Cooper insists that Beck didn’t lay a finger on any precious documents, much less George Washington’s inaugural address. That would be a major violation of policy. “Those kinds of treasures are only handled by specially trained archival staff,” she explains. Cooper acknowledges that someone at the archives did show the document to Beck, but that was the extent of it.

You see, like the true compulsive liar that he is, Glenn Beck cannot speak the truth even on matters of little to no consequence. He could have made his point (whatever it was) merely by saying that he read Washington’s inaugural address. But he could not tell the truth. Beck was compelled by his own lack of veracity to embellish the story to the effect that he actually held the original document in his bare hands.

Glenn Beck is an untrustworthy liar of the highest order. We can only wait in excited anticipation for this September 11th when Beck and sister serial liar, Sarah Palin appear together at an event in Alaska. Who knows what doozies these two crackpots can come up with if they put their confused heads together?

Please click on the song link below to familiarize yourselves with the tune and to have more fun singing along with the song parody.

Last Train To Clarksville song link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScXXaBu1Ing


(sung to the Monkees song “Last Train To Clarksville”)

Take the last train to Nutsville
Beck will meet you at the station
You can be there by four-thirty
Cuz Fox made your reservation
The Beck Show, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!

Glenn lost his mind without warning
And it won’t be back again
Glenn Beck’s facing stormy weather
And it’s causing quite a strain
So, he must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no
He might have a lobotomy on his dome.
Take the last train to Nutsville
Glenn Beck is their famous patient
If he’s not crying he’ll blow some kisses
But don’t attempt conversation
Oh… oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!

Take the last train to Nutsville
That’s where Glenn Beck now calls home
We can’t hear him making noisy
Conversation all alone
He’s feelin’ low. Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don’t think that Glenn’s ever coming home.

Take the last train to Nutsville
Take the last train to Nutsville
(repeat and fade)