The revelation came to me in a dream. I was dozing in a recliner after consuming a delicious 14-inch pizza with all the toppings and drinking two liters of coke. Three slices of pecan pie à la mode caused me to feel drowsy and I soon fell into a dream state. Then came my vision of an African doctor wearing a loin cloth and carrying a spear that he plunged into the ground causing a blinding cloud of dust and smoke. When it cleared, the doctor held a newborn in his hands.
Using a machete, he deftly cut horns from the baby’s head while chanting, “Barack Hussein Obama, I anoint you in the name of Karl Marx to go forth and spread socialism in a faraway nation that worships a system called free enterprise.” But first, you must go to an island in the great ocean and learn to surf. However, I warn you to avoid descendants of a tribe that invaded the islands many moons ago. They were called Christian missionaries.
Before my vision began to fade, I saw horns being removed from another child. But I awoke after hearing only a portion of the ceremony. “Glenn Beck, I anoint you in the name of Bozo the Clown……”
Ordinarily, I would be reluctant to share my revelations. But while reading the New York Times today, I discovered I was not alone. Recent polls disclose that nearly 25% of Americans believe President Obama was born in Africa. This means 75% of our nation’s population are fools. Based on the thin evidence of an official birth certificate and contemporary newspaper accounts in Honolulu, these deluded people believe the rumor that Obama was born in Hawaii.
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/19/us/politics/19memo.html?th&emc=th
It is really sad to think that three/quarters of the people in this country accept official documents as fact. Hopefully, all these confused folks will pick up a copy of the Globe tabloid magazine in the check-out lines of local supermarkets. Although the Globe has never published story that was proven to be correct, there is a first time for everything. The tabloid claims to have evidence that the President’s Social Security card is phony and the publication hopes to produce the evidence one day. No doubt, Obama is alarmed. He is counting on receiving his social security checks in sixteen years. That is, if the system survives. GOP hysterics say it’s doomed.
For anyone who doubts my revelation about the birth of our President, let me point out that I’m an award-winning investigative and the proud recipient of four George Foster Peabody medallions and multiples of every other major broadcast journalism award. No telling how many more awards I would have won if I had eaten more giant pizzas.
Since my semi-retirement, my post-pizza eating visions have produced other revelations. For example, I learned that Neil Armstrong never reached the moon. The hoax took place in the Nevada desert where he actually said, “One small step for man, one giant leap for more casinos.”
I wish I could reveal details of another vision identifying the mysterious man on the grassy knoll. But out of respect for the Warren Commission, the shooter’s name must remain secret. I will disclose, though, that he was wearing a loin cloth and armed with a blow dart weapon.
Sadly, the time has arrived for me to leave. I promised my pyschiatrist I would check into the hospital for the weekend. It’s really fun because I always encounter lots of birthers and Tea Party members there. During recreation breaks, attendants unstrap straightjackets so we can toss around all sorts of conspiracy theories.
Meantime, if you are hoping for pizza revelations, skip the anchoves. They have a bad after-taste.
My memoir, Odyssey of a Derelict Gunslinger, is available at amazon.com and independent bookstores. It offers much more than $19.99 worth of laughs. The book is an account of my illustrious (I choose the adjectives) career.
