You can’t be any geek off the street. Gotta be handy with deceit, if you know what I mean, earn your keep! Bloviators! Mic up!
What Real Americans look like
San Francisco is Bill O’Reilly’s latest target. His producer’s footage looks positively Berkeleyesque! Note how he comments that he wouldn’t go to The Presidio at night, and that Fisherman’s Wharf (the only other part of SF that O’Reilly has heard of) has “dope everywhere”.
What’s truly disturbing about O’Reilly is his capacity for bloviation (speaking with undue grandiosity, over-expansively and self-importantly). H.L. Menken’s description of Warren G. Harding perfectly encapsulates bloviation, both in its subject and its form.
He writes the worst English that I have ever encountered. It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm of pish, and crawls insanely up the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.
I’m now considering renaming the blog “Dark Abysm of Pish”.
