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Farmer Beck Reaps What He Sows or Panic In The Park

Reported by Aunty Em - June 29, 2011 -

This post isn’t about Glenn Beck planting his survival seeds and getting a good crop of cucumbers, squash and melons. It’s about, in the words of Reverend Jeremiah Wright, the chickens coming home to roost. If you live by the sword, you die by the sword. If you act as a hate-monger, you shouldn’t be surprised if some of that hate splashes back on you. However, Beck is either so completely out of his mind that he truly doesn’t understand that, or he’s feigning ignorance. And, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s done so on Fox “News.”

Yesterday Beck began a touching story of wanting to take his adult daughter, her boyfriend and his wife, to an innocent night in New York’s Byant Park to see Alfred Hitchcock’s “The 39 Steps.” What could possibly go wrong? Watch the video while I pick it up in mid-story:

I arrived around 7 o’clock. It didn’t take long for the comments to begin. Now, I get it. I’m Glenn Beck, it’s New York City; I’m used to getting comments. Uhhh, I didn’t go into this one blindly. It comes with the territory. But not [almost choking up] the territory for my children or for my wife. You would think that there would be some common decency, especially among the culturally superior here in New York. But it didn’t take long for people to start whispering, pointing, and pretending they weren’t taking pictures and texting and posting.

Welcome to the 21 Century, Glenn. Any celeb in a public gathering would have encountered the same. As you say, it comes with the territory and you didn’t go into it blindly. So, STFU. What’s that? You have more? Please, go on.

It started to build and the next thing you knew people—this one woman actually stood up and pointed her finger at the four of us and said, “You’re in New York and we [begins to imitate shrieking woman] hate Republicans.” I wanted to tell her, so do I, we have so much in common. [Studio audience laughs.] Ummm, I didn’t respond. Ummm, she yelled at—she yelled at us that actual comment.


It wasn’t too much longer that the umm people that were sitting behind us [Glenn does air quotes] “accidentally” ummm spilled a alcoholic beverage all over our blanket and all over my wife’s back. Ummm, they laughed about it. And, I thought to myself, boy, Mom and Dad must be proud.

Let’s hold up right there to see of there’s another side to the story. Oh lookie here: Lindsey Piscitell, who claims to have been one of the people behind Beck, writes in to New York Magazine:

Just a quick FYI -saw your article on Mr. Beck and his numerous FALSE claims about the way that he was treated at Bryant Park last night. Myself and several of my friends were seated immediately behind Mr. Beck & co (have pictures) and I can tell you that while the crowd was certainly not *thrilled* that he had shown up, his family was left completely alone, and for the most part he was too. Conversely, it was his security detail (two body guards) that seemed to be unnecessarily prickly with the crowd, scolding myself and my friends for acrobatics and other harmless activities taking place well before the movie started, and contributing to a considerably less relaxed atmosphere than is typically experienced during BPMN (I've been going for about six years now).

S’funny, Beck makes no mention of his bodyguards in his recitation of the “facts.” But I digress.

It was my friend that spilled the glass of wine on Tanya -and I can assure you that it was a complete accident. A happy one, to be sure, but nonetheless a complete and utter accident. As soon as the wine spilled (and I question how Tanya became soaked from a half glass of wine) apologies were made and my friends pretty much scrambled to give Tanya & co napkins -no doubt aware that it would look terrible and that their actions could be perceived as purposeful. No words were exchanged after that, as I think that it became pretty clear to Beck & co that my friends and I were doing everything in our capacity to help clean the "mess".

Oddly enough, Lindsey Piscitell goes on to make the point I would have (and still will below):

I'm sure it's unnecessary to point out the hypocrisy in Glen's [sic] statements that we were being hateful. I can assure him that we don't need his sympathy. Incidentally, none of us have made a career of "spewing hate" on the radio, or any other media platform. We live our lives intolerant only of those who don't tolerate: We have chosen New York as our city for that very reason. We do things like go to Bryant Park Movie Night, and vote to legalize gay marriage. We don't taunt Glen [sic], or his family. And we certainly don't waste our wine, even on Tanya.

Oh snap!

All of this back-and-forth, he said/she said, becomes necessary to get to the bottom of this incident. And, at the very bottom of this incident is Glenn Beck’s 2 and a half years of non-stop hate-mongering on Fox “News.” But here’s the thing that’s truly amazing about this story, no matter which side you wish to believe: Beck’s cognitive dissonance. A little later Beck says:

We have to be able to live together no matter how much we disagree. I disagree wildly with people like Van Jones or the president. But all I could think of as I was sitting on that blanket last night, was this: I had to beg you that if you ever find yourself on a blankets, or in a restaurant or anyplace, next to a guy who you vehemently disagree with—be it Van Jones, Michael Moore, it doesn’t matter—don’t kick your beverage on them. And certainly not their wife. Don’t become them. The woman behind me kept shouting about diversity. It didn’t ever occur to her that she has become everything she claims to despise. They were the bigots.

I have gay friends. I have gay co-workers. I have gay employees. I have minority friends. I have minority co-workers and I have minority employees. I have wildly progressive and liberal friends and employees and co-workers. I don’t not hire them because of their viewpoint. I don’t shut down their rights or shout them down in the hallway. That’s not who we are. My company is run as a team. Our country needs to be run as a team. Isn’t that the way we’re supposed to be? That we agree on principles and values. These clowns didn’t even realize what they were doing. They’re becoming what they despise. While they were shouting to me about diversity, they couldn’t even handle the fact that someone near them didn’t agree on their policies. If your lack of tolerance begins at diversity of opinion on policies, you might want to examine your beliefs and your courage.


The ones who did the hating—I told my daughter—this is where you begin. Feel sorry for them. I really felt sorry for them. I will pray for them. Because they have no idea they’re creating a world that they’re not going to like when they’re finished, unless they’re in the majority. They better not ever deviate. When they’re finished creating it they’re going to see how much anger and hatred has built it.

Do you not see, Glenn, how much your anger and hatred—spewed during your 4 hours on the airwaves every weekday on radio and tee vee—created the world in which you now find yourself living? Do you not see how your never-ending hate-mongering contributed to the less-than-civil reception you received in the park? Silly questions, I guess, because without taking a breath, and with no other words in between, you went on to say:

And maybe they will start to recognize that they were simply pawns. They didn’t have anything to do with anything other than they were being used—by a global corporation like General Electric. Or special interests like the labor unions, politicians, the Democratic Party, or George Soros. Oh, they hate the wealthy so much, the wealthiest of the wealthy. And when they wake up, it may be too late for them to get out. Pity them. Love them. Pray for them. Don’t strike back.

Glenn, even as you decry the hatred spewed at you, you can’t resist attacking, can you?