Even God Hates Glenn Beck

It is 4 am, and I cannot sleep. I fear that this is not medically nor psychiatrically related, but merely a case of Glenn Beck haunting my worst nightmares. Let's face it, he does not have the eyes of a sane human being, and that chalkboard haunts my dreams. Freddy Krueger would kill me, but I think he as well fears the chalkboard of madness drawn from the clawed fingers and melted mind of a true sociopath. I am going to try and sleep now. Maybe Freddy and I can take him if we work together, me with my murderous rage and him with his claws and one-liners. If we fail, I fear the Ragnarok shall occur. If this happens, I am sorry, please forgive me and do not kick my ass while we all burn in hell for eternity.

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Stand in the corner and scream with me

Mind Eraser, No Chaser

Only the folks at Cracked could come up with the visual aids needed to support my own (and the rest of the sane worlds) opinion that Glenn Beck has managed to lose his fucking mind...more than once. It's as if he lost it, found it in the lost and found box at the Special Olympics, did a lobotomy with his zombie hands (weepng like a little bitch the whole time), cried, made racial remarks over the air, cried some more and became the unofficial spokesperson for Time Cube (viewer beware).

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what does it mean when the knife and the hands are your own

Sad, But True

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