Under the wigs, a formless void…

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Even I never imagined the teatards were this fucking dumb:

“Tea party” activists drawn to Williamsburg and its portrayal of Founding Fathers

WILLIAMSBURG—The original Tea Party may have been in Boston, but some modern-day “tea party” activists are finding a powerful narrative this summer at a different historic landmark: Colonial Williamsburg.

Amid the history buffs and parents with young children wandering along the crushed shell paths of Virginia’s restored colonial city, some noticeably angrier and more politically minded tourists can often be found.

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“They all should come here and listen,” said Bob Rohrbacher, a retired plumber from Floral Park, N.Y., who opposes President Obama and was inspired to visit Williamsburg while watching Glenn Beck on Fox News. “They’ve forgotten about America.”

Well, if Beck has to inspire the drooling halfwits who watch his show to take action, it’s better that they should visit Colonial Williamsburg than load an arsenal into their mother’s SUV to go kill a bunch of liberals.

The executives who oversee Williamsburg said they have noticed the influx of tea partiers, and have also noted a rise in the number of guests who ply the costumed actors for advice about how to rebel against 21st-century politicians. (The actors do their best to provide 18th-century answers.)

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Sometimes, the activists appear surprised when the Founding Fathers don’t always provide the “give ‘em hell” response they seem to be looking for.

I bet these morons corner Goofy for dog training tips when they go to Disney World.

Posted by Betty Cracker on 08/02/10 at 04:57 PM • Permalink

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Beck doesn’t care if insane people act on his daily exhortations to do what you must to keep American from being destroyed.

Beck doesn’t care who dies as a result of his fact-free, bullshit recreations of Reality on a blackboard.

Beck doesn’t even care who gets burned by the gold-pirates who advertise on his show.

Beck is JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER PSYCHOTIC EX-DRUNK WHO EVER DRIED OUT AND FOUND JESUS, except that he isn’t cruising small-time AA meetings trying to score crack and guns and fuck sad divorcees. BECK IS IN IT FOR BECK. PERIOD. Take my word for it.

Glenn Beck is my worst nightmare—a totally conscience-free, guilt-ridden six-year-old serial killer with a microphone, a free-pass from “Bill” and 50,000 watts of power.

GLENN BECK IS A DUMB HANNIBAL LECTER WITH A LAUGH-TRACK. Feel free to quote me. It can’t be said enough.

Amen. Beck is one with Rush Limbaugh, Ann Coulter, and every other RW media whore: he’s a con artist who’s playing his audience for saps and laughing all the way to the bank.

As for those… people… asking the “Founding Fathers” for activism advice: I can only imagine one of the Colonial play-actors finally having enough, taking off his hat and wig, and telling one of these dimwits, “Look, man—I’m just an actor. I’m not REALLY George Washington. Leave me alone already, huh?” and the dimwit bursting into tears, stomping his feet, and shouting, “NOOO!!! You ARE George Washington!! You ARE!!!”

Frank, I kinda like to imagine the Williamsburg re-enactors telling the teabaggers “Listen, this is how we did it back in the 1700s. Go out and drink a few quarts of bleach then jump of a cliff. It gives you superpowers. Seriously, how else do you think I survived to the modern age?”

I bet these morons corner Goofy for dog training tips when they go to Disney World.

Betty, I just hope the pistol-packin’ Tea Partiers never get hungry and end up wandering in to Moo and Oink.

Of course, I think the neighborhood is a little too, er, “dusky-hued” for them to feel like they could spout their usual insanity without fear of retribution.

Also, in the annals of “commercials that use happy cartoon images of the animals whose carcasses are being hawked,” this one takes the sweetmeats. For truth in advertising (or fried chicken), it’s hard to beat Harold’s Chicken Shack.

Comment by Oblomova on 08/02/10 at 07:16 PM

Sometimes, the activists appear surprised when the Founding Fathers don’t always provide the “give ‘em hell” response they seem to be looking for.

This not going to end well.

HTP, I was thinking the same thing. Who will be the first to take out an Un-American Impostor? My money is on Rick Barber.

Comment by Oblomova on 08/02/10 at 08:42 PM

I think this is a good thing.

Think of all the nice families there trying to enjoy their vaca in Ye Olde Williamsburg, and there’s some jerk hassling the nice actor who’s playing George Washington.

When they get back home and hear that rhetoric, it’ll ring a bell: Hey, those people are talking just like that asshole who loused up our Williamsburg tour!

I hope there’s video somewhere. Jon Stewart, the William & Mary alum, will have a field day with it!

I laughed so hard reading that article yesterday I almost collapsed.  We live near Plimoth (sic) Plantation and I have a friend who was a re-enactor there.  I bet you they are delighted to get someone who is at least interested in what they have to show and say. (I have always had great conversations with the re-enactors just to give them a chance to strut their stuff. I asked a young woman “Puritan” once why they’d left Amsterdam and she blurted out “too many jews!”  which was, I believe, quite accurate for her perspective.)

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I can’t wait until Captain Crunch shows up in Williamsburg and is hauled off for harrassing the actors.

I pray thee, good gentleman sirs, grab thy muskets and let us rise up to oppose this Tyranny which has been both thrust upon us and rammed down our throats!

What’s that?  Your muskets aren’t loaded?  Acting?  What do you mean, acting?  I demand a refund!

What do you mean I wasn’t… ?  Then charge me an admission, so I can demand a refund!

THESE COLORS DON’T RUN!  UNITED WE STAND!!

(Did you see what I said to him, honey?  Did you?  I told him we should “rise up” and then I said “tyranny”!  Did you get our picture?  YES, I’m the man! Grab me a power bar out of the fanny pack, will ya?  I gotta keep my carbs up.)

I laughed so hard reading that article yesterday I almost collapsed.  We live near Plimoth (sic) Plantation and I have a friend who was a re-enactor there.

Years ago my mother-in-law was a reenactor there.  The reenactors really do try to get the beliefs language and accents right, unlike our teabag friends, who just project their fantasies back in time.

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