Hello, Mr. Crow.
Hello, you sick twisted freak.
Well, that's not a very nice way to talk to me.
You self-centered, self-righteous, socialist, out-of-control, dangerous, man-hating bitch. Shut your mouth.
Did someone take away your guns or something? You seem to be in such a foul mood.
I am like Howard Beale. When he came out of the rain and he was like, none of this makes any sense. I am that guy.
You were like twelve when that movie came out. I mean, Christ, you don't see me running around quoting Robin Hood, just saying, Mr. Glenn Beck Crow. Ironically, that movie was a satire against the thing you've become. You are the fear monger. I think you missed the point. Seriously, I want you to watch the entire movie and get back to me.
You know, we all have our inner demons. I, for one - I can't speak for you, but I'm on the verge of moral collapse at any time. It can happen by the end of the show.
Tune in next week when Glenn Beck Crow rapes livestock on national television. Fox would air that. That's the problem. We started listening to people like you and little by little we took in your message and accepted it. Fuck, we messed up. A generation of television viewers and this is the result. Shit, I need to go and read a book.
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