Towards the end of Glenn Beck's 200-minute mega-church-style "rally"/sermon "Restoring Honor"—as bagpipes blared an ill-advised version of "Amazing Grace" and cameras searched the crowd for those swept away in a patriotic frenzy—they stopped on an elderly man dressed in one of those folded yellow hats so popular at Tea Party gatherings (the "1776 Clothing Company" was doing brisk business handing out cardboard fans). Seeing himself on the big-screen, he about-faced, slowly saluted in a I'll-never-stop-serving-you-Old-Glory gesture, then returned to singing along. It was as schticky and corny a gesture of Americana as any cynical TV director could've hoped for, and it worked: what Gawker with cruel but acute concision dubbed "America-porn for the elderly in lawnchairs" succeeded in squandering one of the biggest Washington D.C. gatherings in recent memory. The masses (or maybe just media train-wreck watchers) wanted fire and revolution: Beck gave them nearly three-and-a-half hours of Jesus and gospel.
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