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June 10, 2010

Huffpuff readers still some of the dumbest hypocrites

So Glenn Beck released a book trailer, which is becoming common practice, for his new book ‘The Overton Window’.  Well, as expected the HuffPuff site did an article because they just can’t get enough of Glenn.  They have some not so nice things to say about the trailer, wondering why he would do it, (notice above HuffPuff, it’s becoming fairly popular practice in publishing now) and their readers instantly latched onto their hate and vitriol and showed us again that they just don’t get it.  They call all of Glenn’s fans stupid, they call Glenn stupid, they accuse us of all being hateful and racist.  Of course their posts are full of hate, but ignore that, they are excused right?  They also bash Beck for writing the ‘terrible poem’ used in the trailer.  Now, I didn’t know who wrote the poem until this morning, I will admit, but unlike some of the vile leftists on the HuffPuff I follow a very strict rule.  I am not always right, but if I don’t know about something I keep my mouth shut.  I do my research.  There have been so many times I wanted to post on here, but once I started digging I found that my story idea had no real merit.  Well HuffPuff readers, here’s your education that I got this morning as well.

Rudyard Kipling wrote the poem, Gods of the Copybook Headings, in 1919 after the death of his two children.  The poem is an ode to common sense over material promises.  It eludes to us repeating our mistakes, but common sense and nature’s laws setting things to right in an endless cycle.  I read the whole poem, and it’s great.  I will post it at the end of this for everyone else that hasn’t gotten it.  So, leftist HuffPuff readers, you seem to prove again that you are the ignorant reactionaries.  At least have the sense to do your research before you post something, we don’t have enough crowbars for all your feet.  The poem follows.

AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

-Rudyard Kipling



  1. Interesting post. I have a review of Overton’s Window, the political theory, on my blog that might interest you.

    Comment by The Glenn Beck Review — June 17, 2010 @ 7:09 pm | Reply

    • Thanks, I will take a look at it.

      Comment by disgruntledpatriot — June 17, 2010 @ 8:14 pm | Reply

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