Two days from now, on a likely mixed-weather Anchorage Saturday, Glenn Beck will arrive at the Dena’ina Center. Some time after 8:00, he will hit the stage and thousands will cheer wildly the appearance of their hero.
And why not? The radio and cable giant, the mega-star right-wing bomb thrower and self-appointed civil rights leader, re-maker of the country called America, has, unbelievably, come to their far-flung town. And the folks there, all of whom having paid 70 bucks or considerably more to watch the event, will be plenty excited.
Because of all the events he could have planned, of all the places he could have gone, Glenn chose to do this one, here. Glenn Beck ultimately chose to stage his September the Eleventh rally in this modest hub of Alaska.
How awesome. Sarah Palin trumpeted the approach of his eminence:
Glenn’s coming to the Last Frontier! . .
We can count on Glenn to make the night interesting and inspiring, and I can think of no better way to commemorate 9/11 than to gather with patriots who will “never forget.” Hope to see you there!
- Sarah Palin
So, it’s ‘Let’s us patriots get together for 9/11. Let’s commemorate it.’ Hmm.
tr.v. com·mem·o·rat·ed, com·mem·o·rat·ing, com·mem·o·rates
1. To honor the memory of with a ceremony.
By the thousands, they’ll attend an event to ‘honor the memory of’ that tragic day and its victims? That doesn’t sound like Glenn Beck’s style, that sort of thing. But, then, that’s a slippery little word, ‘commemorate.’
There have likely been hundreds of events across the U.S. and across the world in the wake of the terrorist mass murders. But those were ‘memorials.’ Those were ‘services.’ People were dressed in black, long hours were spent listening to the victims’ names being read. The solemnity of the occasions matched the leaden reality of the searing losses.
This commemoration is surely different, it carries a different tone and weight, very unlike ‘memorial.’ More like ‘remembrance’ — google that with ’9/11′ and you’ll get people hawking their own specialty flags to symbolize the tragedy. Google ‘9/11 commemorate‘ and you’ll see the same, but worse — the first two links are hideous, schlocky September the Eleventh coins marketed by shameless hucksters. The video of one I posted here is so bad that the guy who put it on YouTube thought it was a parody. ‘Coin of the Realm,’ indeed.
It’s neither unfortunate nor trivial that Sarah bothered to use ‘commemorate’ for a description of the event. Because the sad truth about the Beck gathering is that it’s about cash, not the memories of the dead. You want to pay tribute to the fallen? You have to pay Glenn Beck.
The tickets for areas farthest from the stage go for $73.75. As you get closer, they go from $85.00 and $104.25 to $129.50. And for the more passionate and well-heeled honorers of tragedy, there are VIP tickets. For $225.00, they get the killer seats. They also get a ‘meet and greet’ session with the star. Or stars, rather — did I mention that Facebook-stoked Sarah is a feature of the event? You’re not surprised.
And did I say ‘seats’? They could have put seats in the arena, but then it only would have held a couple thousand people. As a ‘flat floor seating’ event, you can get up to five thousand people standing in the Dena’ina. Tickets available at Ticketmaster — be sure to indicate whether you want to be located in a ‘wet section,’ where they sell beer.
It’s also neither strange nor serendipitous for Alaskans that Beck flew all the way there to make a buck. If he’d attempted to try gouging for a 9/11 event in one of the lower 48′s major cities, the media would have eaten him alive, I bet. It would have started with the local coverage questioning his motives, and, before long, it would have been a national issue.
And before long, somebody would have remembered Beck’s radio evisceration of Obama for laying the shadow of a finger on A Day We Call 9/11. The President blackened such a Holy Day by calling on Americans to consider working for others on future September elevens: it could be a National Day of Service and Remembrance.
Glenn Beck, defender of things sacred beyond the realm of Presidents, was rendered nearly speechless.
The day of 9/11, you remember what happened. You don’t serve and serve your country. You wanna talk about wrapping yourself in the flag — you wanna talk about using the memory of 9/11 . .
You want to talk about hijacking the most sensitive day of the year to anybody who has been alive in the last 25? You wanna talk about taking that day and using it for your own purposes? . .
Your country has been taken from you. Your country is being taken from you . .
Am I the only one that still looks at the skies of New York when a plane flies and still thinks of 9/11? I don’t want my history changed. I don’t want my traditions changed. And when we do decide to change them, we’ll decide together, not on a little conference call with all my little union buddies and the Sierra Club.
You wanna talk about . . . the rape . . of a sacred memory?
Do I wanna? Don’t see as I have much choice. You are the rapist, Glenn Beck, stealing away into a lightless corner of America to try to get away with your defilement without witnesses.
You only care about yourself and money and twisted glory. You knew long ago what a meal the mass murders presented you, and you’ve been pushing others away from the table ever since. This has never been about honor, memories of the dead, or the sacred nature of anything, this is about the bounties that Conservative slash-and-burn populism provide you.
This is about greed. This is about you.
Hell, everything is about you, and pity anyone that doesn’t already know that.