Summon Old Scrotum, the Wrinkled Retainer
Savannah, GA. Bill O'Reilly's brain is liquid at room temperature. Like the toxic element Mercury his cranial gruel sloshes about from one perceived injustice after another--when it isn't arguing with the voices inside his head. A self-appointed grunt ("traditionalist") in the Ragnarok of "the secular-progressive movement (also known as the S-P Crew)", he fights his adversaries with "superior analysis", if not humility. He likes to brag and spin tales about his so-called humble beginnings; he dodges a sex harassment suit while confusing loofahs with ground, spiced, chickpeas rolled into little balls, something he's certainly familiar with through suffering the indignities of TMM (Tiny Meat Madness). Classic symptom: Anger basted in self-importance.
Billo seems to currently have his moob tits in a wringer over a recent episode of 'Law & Order: SUV'--a primetime entertainment fictional drama, mind you--where a make-believe character said, "Limbaugh, Beck, O'Reilly, all of 'em, they are like a cancer spreading ignorance and hate… They've convinced folks that immigrants are the problem, not corporations that fail to pay a living wage or a broken health care system."
Lordy. Can't you just see that silver metal rushing up into Billo's bald, penile-shaped little head? To O'Reilly, the program's producer is, "a despicable human being" and the fictional TV program is "out of control." His feelings really smarting now, BO goes on to opine, "[the clip was] defamatory and outrageous". Ouch! Cue Mommie; make it better!! He's bound to have burbled something along the lines of some of his best friends are poor. He's angry. Again. Surprise.
But then, without his 'anger schtick' he's just another empty sack. Gelded. And, time for his fruit cup and diaper change.