Many of you know that Mr. Beck had recently been fired. For those of you who did not you are either very young, in a hole somewhere (Alice Cooper your cave in the middle of Arizona counts), or very un-interested in news. If you do not know who Glenn Beck, you should.
Born in a manger sometime within 1,000,000 years Glenn Beck was the son of the ex-virgin Mrs. Beck. He had a peculiar talent, from then till now Glenn Beck has had, "the gift." Being clervoient Mr. Beck has never actually been wrong about anything. He pretended to be wrong so that people wouldn't catch on.
This was a good thing for Beck, until recently. He was chillin' all 'lax' and actin' all cool and shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of republicans who were up to no good starting making trouble in his upper middle class white neighborhood, he got in one little fight and fox got scared and said you're fired for getting super angry at the one black person in Bel Aire. The black person ended up being John Stewart, and the retaliation that followed was one with more deaths than anyone could have ever imagined.
The democrats had a secret base in a nuclear plant in Japan so Beck and his crew desided to light a sack of poop on the front door, the fire from said poo caused the plant to over heat and now everything has gone to hell. (Damn Logan we told you, it is too soon. Still? Yes, still, we will tell you when it is ok. Fine).
He pulled up to his house about seven or eight and yelled to his maid, "Yo, Loretta come give me some flavor." He looked at his kingdom, he was finally there, glad he's not Palin killing dragons and bears.
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