Article: O, Sweet Jesus, I Don't Hate Bill O'Reilly, But...

I mean, how can you hate a guys who's usually the comedy highlight of the day? A guy who doesn't realize he's a second-rate copy of the brilliant Colbert Report, but carries on anyway thinking he IS the most brilliant of his god's creations.

If I don't hate Bill-0, I do love the vendetta between him and Keith Olbermann. Olbermann's Monday through Friday "Worst Person" segment draws me like a magnet to see if Bilge-0 has made the list.

Of course, the most fun is to see if K.O. picked up on the same bodily waste coming from Bilge-O that I did to enthrone him in either the "Worser" to "Worstest" categories.

I don't hate Bill O'Reilly, but I hate the fact that so many people lap up the crap he dishes out on a twice daily basis, and gobble it up as if it were the most fabulous dessert concocted by a world renown French chef. A bombe, in fact, in every sense of the pronounced word.

I hate the poisoned garbage that spews out of his mouth and pen. He must broadcast his shows and pen his columns from the "throne room," because it all has to come from somewhere in the nether regions.

The "facility" he uses must be the size of three men's rooms at Grand Central Station, because of all the crap flows from every orifice and pore of that man's body.

I do hate that thousands of people that soak up the venom that comes forth from him to be regurgitated at a later day, or worse...to cast his vote on the basis of it.

I hate that the gullible and the naive pay him -- actually pay him real U.S. currency -- to be a "Premium Member"; buy his merchandise and books, therefore making him richer and further inflating he already massive head.

I hate that they absorb all his vicious accusations through every pore in their bodies, which flows upward to destroy what were once normally functioning brain cells.

I hate that he cannot make his point by using a cogent argument, but rather by using the tactics of reputation destruction and character assassination of people and groups.

Most of all, I hate the fact that he a liar. Nothing got my kids a worse punishment than lying; it's the lowest form of cheating.

As the "folks know," Bill-O always tells it the was it is...except when he doesn't, which is most of the time.

Not only doesn't he understand the concept of "truth," but apparently he's living in the 19th century before the advent of recording devices. An obvious fact that many, many people have pointed out to Bill-0, and one which he seems to be toally oblivious.

That fact alone should keep him on the straight and narrow path of truth telling, because everything he says is on tape to be heard over and over.

The latest example is when Sen. Chris Dodd (D-CT) appeared on the TV Factor. Armed with some examples of O'Reilly's unfairness and horrid utterances, Dodd reminded Bill-O that he wished a terrorist attack on the people of San Francisco, gave the terrorists carte blanche to attack the City by the Bay, and wouldn't shed one tear for them if it happened.

Bill-O's response: I never said that. When did I say that?

To which Dodd responded: I believe right here on your radio program.

Again a denial from O'Reilly.

Well, Bill you did say it. It's on tape. I heard you say more than once from 3,500 miles away in my left coast home. A hundred Web sites, including sweetjesusihatebilloreilly.com and dailykos.com immortalized it in electronic print.

Here is exactly what you said to San Francisco: "If Al Qaeda comes in here and blows you up, we're not going to do anything about it. ... You want to blow up the Coit Tower? Go ahead"

And if Al Qaeda comes in here and blows you up, we're not going to do anything about it. We're going to say, look, every other place in America is off limits to you, except San Francisco. You want to blow up the Coit Tower? Go ahead."

Bill has a tendency to repeat himself, just in case the "folks" didn't get it the first or third or 300th time.

Your can run all you want from the truth, Mr. O'Reilly, but you can't hide, you can't lie, you can't obfuscate.

You may cook up the lies, which I hate, but there are plenty of us sous-chefs out here to clean up the mess you made.