There’s a cluster of publicity for Glenn Beck going on, some of it favorable, sometimes I can’t tell (and other times they’re trying to mock him but it doesn’t make Glenn look as bad as they think it does.) Especially because Glenn makes fun of himself all of the time.

To wit:

• Glenn Beck Poetry — At salon.com, they turn his ADD-riddled vamps into poetry, without changing a word.
• The Mad Genius of Glenn Beck — At The Daily Beast, the nine principles behind his meteoric rise.
• Shepard Smith Mocks Glenn Beck — His Fox News cohort goofs on him.
• NY Times Doesn’t Do a Hack Job on Him — Which actually confirms Glenn’s apocalyptic predictions. (He says the lefty blogs and press are apoplectic about the non-hostile portrayal, so don’t expect it ever again.)

But the tastiest bit of Beck that he’s produced lately is this grilling of the CT AG over the AIG bonuses.

Stuff like that makes us all wish we were Glenn Beck. Without the crying on cue thing. That’s creepy.