"Being There" meets "Left Behind:" Glenn Beck & The Rick Perry Story...
This is a 10-star, absolute must read story from the man who broke so many stories
on Wall Street's bankster-gangsters, the Rolling Stone's Matt Tabbai.
Here's an expose of the man Glenn Beck ideologically so loves and admires,
(even though as the story reveals - Rick Perry makes The Whore of Babylon look
like Mother Teresa) that Beck said:
"Rick, I think you and I could French kiss right now."
*(more later on Glenn Beck and his proclivity for kissing men - see if you can connect
the dots between Beck's "proclivity" and his sudden exodus from mainstream TV,
his 180 degree turn from preaching understanding and acceptance of all religions,
to a 24 x 7 infomercial for extremist-Zionist war mongering... and from being branded
as "antisemitc" by the ADL after his expose's on George Soros and Reform Judaism,
to now receiving a pro-Zionist award for being a french-kissing, blackmailed puppet...)
Money Talks: The great thing about black mail is once you have 'em by the balls,
their hearts and minds soon follow...
Glenn Beck receives Zionist Award From Casino Money-Magnate Sheldon Adelson
Anyway, back to the one proclivity for which his conversion to Mormonism couldn't shake...
the object of Beck's desire -- yet another puppet blackmailed for his proclivities...
a former male cheerleader who reportedly has never met a tranvestite bar he didn't like,
Texas Governor Rick Perry a.k.a...
"The Best Little Whore In Texas"
By Matt Taibbi
The Rolling Stone
10/26/2011
http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/news/rick-perry-the-best-little-whore-in-texas-20111026
Early morning in a nearly filled corporate ballroom at the Cobb Energy Centre, a second-tier event stadium on
the outskirts of Atlanta. It's late September, and a local conservative think tank is hosting a get-together with
Rick Perry, whose front-runner comet at the time is still just slightly visible in the bottom of the sky. I've put away
five cups of coffee trying to stay awake through a series of monotonous speeches about Georgia highway and
port reform, waiting for my chance to lay eyes on the Next Big Thing in person.
By the time Perry shows up, I'm jazzed and ready for history. You always want to remember the first time you
see the possible next president in person. But as every young person knows, the first time is not always a
pleasant experience. Perry lumbers onstage looking exceedingly well-groomed, but also ashen and exhausted,
like a funeral director with a hangover.
In a voice so subdued and halting that I think he must be sick, he launches into his speech, which consists of the
following elements: a halfhearted football joke about Texas A&M that would have embarrassed a true fan like
George W. Bush, worn bromides about liberals creating a nanny state, a few lines about jobs in Texas, and a
promise to repeal "as much of Obamacare as I can" on his first day in the White House.
"I will try," he says, "to make Washington, D.C., as inconsequential in your life as I can."
Then he waves and walks offstage. The whole thing has taken barely 10 minutes.
I can't believe it, and neither can the assembled crowd of Georgia conservatives, who hesitate before breaking
into polite applause. I feel like a high school cheerleader who just had her leg jizzed on in the back of a
convertible. That's it? It's over? That was Rick Perry's stump speech?
"Low energy, low substance," sighs Justin Ryan, one of the conference attendees. "That's sort of the candidate
in general."
But this is America, remember, where one should never underestimate shallow. And Rick Perry brings shallow
to a new level. He is very gifted in that regard. He could be the Adolf Hitler of shallow.
Perry's campaign is still struggling to recover from the kind of spectacular, submarine-at-crush-depth collapse
seldom seen before in the history of presidential politics. The governor went from presumptive front-runner to
stammering talk-show punch line seemingly in the speed of a single tweet, rightly blasted for being too
incompetent even to hold his own in televised debates with a half-bright pizza salesman like Herman Cain and
a goggle-eyed megachurch Joan of Arc like Michele Bachmann. But such superficial criticisms of his weirdly
erratic campaign demeanor don't even begin to get at the root of why we should all be terrified of Perry and
what he represents. After all, you have to go pretty far to stand out as a whore and a sellout when you come
from a state that has produced such luminaries in the history of political corruption as LBJ, Karl Rove and
George W. Bush. But Rick Perry has managed to set a scary new low in the annals of opportunism, turning
Texas into a swamp of political incest and backroom dealing on a scale not often seen this side of the Congo
or Sierra Leone.
In an era when there's exponentially more money in politics than we've ever seen before, Perry is the candidate
who is exponentially more willing than we've ever seen before to whore himself out for that money. On the
human level he is a nonpersonality, an almost perfect cipher – a man whose only discernible passion is his
extreme willingness to be whatever someone will pay him to be, or vote for him to be. Even scarier, the
religious community around which he has chosen to pull his human chameleon act features some of the most
extreme end-is-nigh nutcases in America, the last people you want influencing the man with the nuclear football.
Perry is a human price tag – Being There meets Left Behind. And sometimes there's nothing more dangerous
than nothing at all...
Read the complete story, with bombshell after bombshell at:
http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/news/rick-perry-the-best-little-whore-in-texas-20111026
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