Okay, I know Glenn Beck wants me to write about this. I know that his fatuous giggles to Bill O’Reilly are supposed to give him a trap door escape when I or anyone else calls him on it—Glenn is only funnin’, and of course he’s not saying the president of the United States is in reality an incarnation of Mnemoth, the demon of hunger whose body is composed of a swarm of locusts, or Beelzebub, the true Lord of the Flies, or any other creature that Egon Spengler might look up in Tobin’s Spirit Guide or Hellboy might have to put down quick. Glenn is not saying those things. He’s just blowing on his dog whistle really, really hard:
And then there’s this:
If you’re not a fundy or a Hellboy fan or a Mormon (like Beck), all this talk about angels and demons probably goes right over your head, and the joke you hear is that Obama is drawing flies—and you know what draws flies, right? Alternatively, if your sense of white identity is so strong that it bars sympathy for starving children in Africa, you might see the fly on Obama’s upper lip as jessdunto does in his comment on Free Republic: “That is one of the most dsgusting [sic] pictures—did he become accustomed to it when he lived in Kenya?”
Well, the problem with Orly Taitz is that she’s a moderate. True believers know there is no such thing as extremism in the pursuit of Virtue, and what’s more extreme than End Times prophecy? After all, Beck was using his sit-down with Papa Bear to promote his own End Times novel, The Overton Window, with its interesting cover illustration that substitutes a spear for the book in the Statue of Liberty’s hand.
The conventions of prophecy, unfortunately for Glenn, do establish a few low bars in order to rule out mere coincidence, like the invocation of multiple examples. That’s why O’Reilly says he was aware of only two incidents involving houseflies, and Beck rather nervously counters, "No, no, no, there’s three”—though it rapidly becomes clear that the third example of tiny winged vermin at the White House is established by Michelle’s beehives on the South Lawn. The addition of the vole running across the Rose Garden during a press conference is the sort of forced symbological piling on Glenn does every day on his show—Beck calls it a rat, of course, because rats are the universal sign of corruption, and voles are merely garden pests—but it also helps out with the short count for flies. If you’re not paying close attention, the concatenation sounds like three plagues all happening at once. OMG!