Or: how I spent 5 hours on a windy, blustery Sunday evening because I was bored and not in the mood to watch Mad Men.
Yes, yes, of course I was trying to update the poster from the 1957 movie starring Andy Griffith.
It would have been a lot easier if I could have found a photo of Glenn Beck in profile, but I’m beginning to think there aren’t any. None. Zip. Nada. So I made do with what I could find. Not perfect; not ideal; and besides, Glenn Beck is not actually the living embodiment of Lonesome Rhodes. Not entirely.
Lonesome Rhodes could undoubtedly sing better.
Spot posted the image on the Cucking Stool with a link to the IMDB plot summary for the 1957 film.
Also I doubt Glenn Beck could later get a job as a sheriff. Even a TV sheriff. Any kind of a sheriff. Let’s hope not, anyway!
Aw; you’re so niize.
Barney Fife was twice the man Beck is.
Sheer perfection, Tild. The blubbering Beckpic evokes the ending of the film, where Rhodes is begging the woman he screwed literally and figuratively to pleeeeeease come back to him.
Just wanted to say that I love this site!! I stumbled upon it while doing a little research on that awful Bachmann woman and was rewarded by finding wit, humor and delicious-sounding recipes for veggies!
Did you hear that Diageo, maker of Guinness amongst many other fine beverages, has pulled their advertising from Beck’s show? I honestly think that Beck is very bad for this country and am glad to hear that he’s losing advertisers.
Happy 250th birthday Guinness! Cheers!