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Though I wish he would sing a little less on his show, I've always admired Garrison Keillor for his nerdish stardom (an inspiration to all radio nerds, famous and not, from Ira Glass to me). He's parlayed a brilliant mind, a gift for storytelling, a sense of the under-appreciated and a face for radio into a unexpectedly long, successful and lucrative career.
He has given a voice to the Lutheran farmer, and the precocious teen in a flyover state who cherishes The New Yorker.
He is also a brilliant essayist, and more so when he's angry. And he's angry now.
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