by Scoobie Davis
Why Bill O’Reilly Creeps Me Out
Bill O’Reilly creeps me out. It’s not so much his political message because his rhetoric isn’t half as poisonous as that of Limbaugh, Coulter, David Horowitz, Joseph Farah, or fellow Faux News twerp Sean Hannity. However, there’s something about him that really gives me the heebie-jeebies in ways the other wing nuts don’t. For the longest time, I couldn’t put my finger on the reason for the creepy feeling I get when I hear his voice.
Over the weekend, I figured it out. My aversion to O’Reilly is primal. Growing up, most of us had an old man on the block who was mean to the neighborhood kids. When we retrieved our Frisbees from his yard, he was the one who came out and yelled, “You kids, get off of my lawn!” Bill O’Reilly is that man. Worse than that, he is the archetype of the grumpy old man on the block. I’m certain when grumpy old men around this great nation get into their Ford Crown Victorias to drive 45 in the passing lane of the highway, they tune into O’Reilly’s Radio Factor. So when I do things like refute passages in his book (scroll down to Saturday) or prank-call his show, it’s the equivalent of the burning sack of dog poop on the front porch. It makes me feel good.