Watching Bill O’Reilly on David Letterman last night was, to say the least, a bittersweet experience. Each made sort of a fool of himself, but each also did just well enough that partisans on both sides predictably declared their guy the winner of the skirmish. Ho hum.
I was quite disappointed, though, that Dave didn’t debunk Bill when Bill pulled out the fully discredited story about the “Silent Night” lyrics at a school in Dodgeville. Dave, that could have started the segment out with a slam-dunk. Try preparing for interviews next time, OK?
But mainly, I have a message for Bill. Hey Bill: if I want to change the lyrics to fucking “Silent Night,” or fucking “Good King Wenceslas,” or whatever, I’m going to fucking do it. If I want to have an “Atheist Holiday Solstice Pageant” like on South Park, where the cute moppets run around in grey jumpsuits holding up cardboard face masks of Noam Chomsky wearing a Santa hat, I’m going to fucking do it.
(now there’s an idea!)