The tale of the tape is now in…Crazy like a Fox Glenn Beck sold more than 40,000 tickets this weekend to his Restoring Love event at Cowboys Stadium in Arlington, Texas, outperforming the 36,000-seat draw of ex-Beatle Paul McCartney in 2009. Beck can now legitimately post a claim to answering the conundrum posed by “Strawberry Fields Forever”: He buried Paul.
Love him or hate him, one thing you’ve got to give credit to Beck: Who else in contemporary America could fill a stadium anxiously awaiting a keynote address framed by an eloquent recitation of Rudyard Kipling’s 1919 poem “The Gods of the Copybook Headings?” I’m not waiting with bated breath for Madonna or Lady Gaga to tap that same vault before popping a bra strap or cranking up the techno-synth.
The one question I have for Beck: What’s with that eyeball you’re wearing on your T-shirt? The red shoes and blue denims signify conservative coolness. The white T-shirt with the Eye, I dunno.
Don’t get me wrong. I get the symbology behind wearing the red, white and blue. But along with Kipling, I’d prefer to see some concrete American icon evoked on your shirt — Washington, Ben Franklin or TJ — and not just some ubiquitous eye. But that’s just me.