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In fact, dangerously fat, if in the missionary position with desperate young foreign prostitutes!
If I want to remember Rush Limbaugh, I can look up the flawed but hilarious Al Franken’s masterful takedown of him in his Rush Limbaugh is a Big Fat Idiot — which, despite its title, was not an exercise in insulting him but about disproving his political assertions with the vicious tools such as wit, math, and logic that he later employed in Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them. (Those sure were the days, when one can do that and make an impact!)
But that’s not my topic today, the day after he died of lung cancer. I’m thinking not about Al Franken’s memories of Rush Limbaugh, or my own, or even any likely reader of this blog. I’m thinking about the young woman (and likely some underage girls) whom he patronized and/or raped on his sex tour to the Dominican Republic in 2006, the one that led to his arrest for carrying 26 Viagra pills prescribed to him in a different medicine bottle so that no one might think that he was a sex tourist likely aiming for the desperate, sad, and unenthused — and the more so the better.
In searching for the facts about this trip, I ran across the transcript of my former Daily Kos colleague and expert prank caller Mike Stark’s phone call to Limbaugh’s show in 2011, where he blindsided the host with a reference to his sex tourism. If you want to see Limbaugh at his best worst, go check it out.
But I’m not thinking about Mike’s memories of Rush Limbaugh, or anyone else’s from Daily Kos.
I’m thinking about the memories of those young women — and, based on what I’d read in human rights reports about sex tourism, probably underage women, who for this purpose I’ll call “girls” — whom he, armed with Viagra, sought out on his trip.
Maybe a lot of them are dead by now — of AIDS, hurricanes, Covid, violence, or other causes. But they’d only be in their early 30s if they are alive — still able to remember the loud and uncaring man who rented them. I wonder whether they — or other largely-coerced participants in the sex tourism industry, given that this was probably not his only time getting away from liberated American women — remember the large man with blue pills and bad manners from 15 years ago. I hope that some enterprising journalists will seek them out for their comments on his demise.
This is your unusually early Weekend Open Thread. Talk about that vomitous miscreant, or anything else you’d like, within reasonable bounds of discretion. (“Decorum” and “dignity” are suspended for this week only.)
I think everything he did and said could be summarized as stoking the resentment of the privileged toward all those who were slowly chipping away at their privilege.
He was the John the Baptist to Trump and Trump-ism. He pretty much found all former Republican Presidents as lacking.
Huh — that could also make him more like the Antichrist to Trump’s 666 Beast, right? But you have a good point.
Yes. He was the loud fat fuck who paved the way for the monetization of mass white American resentment. Whenever the ‘Pugs complain about how hate-filled and deranged the “left” is, one need only point to this bloated sack of dung. Not that that would do any good, though. He’ll have to be cremated. The earth would just spit him out.
The only writer worthy and equipped properly to address the subject of Rush Limbaugh is The Rude Pundit.
Shortly before Rush’s croaking, The Rude One penned “Rush Limbaugh is Dying for His Own Sins,” in which among other things he discoursed on the talker’s obsession with Pete Buttigieg: https://rudepundit.blogspot.com/2020/02/rush-limbaugh-is-dying-for-his-own-sins.html
But I’ll always remember a 2011 Rude Pundit masterpiece named “Limbaugh in Afghanistan: a Fantasia with Apologies to Paul Bowles.” It should be read at this time; like all of the Rude One’s work it’s shocking and ribald, psychologically insightful, and literarily beautiful. This is the easiest place to find it (but scroll down a little) :
https://sockerfrittt.blogspot.com/2005/02/limbaugh-in-afghanistan-fantasia-with.html
Beginning:
Rush Limbaugh knew he shouldn’t have trusted Ahmed, the local jirga member who told him to follow him outside the compound in Kandahar to see the endless poppy fields. Limbaugh wanted to confront his temptations, demonstrate he was a stronger man. Now he’s lost in the ruins of an ancient mosque, alone, hungry, pissed off because he’s due to be live on the radio in a couple of hours, bringing his faithful listeners tales of the good news of the Afghani people. How they admired him, how the soldiers even asked him if he was going to run for office. God, he felt somehow right and at home here, praising the good works of America.
He hears the clatter of distant hoofsteps, across the rocky terrain. Finally, he thinks, some local to help him. They ride up to him, three men with scraggly beards and Chitrali hats. “Can you help me? I’m an American. American. I need to get back to Kandahar Air Base,” he declares as the men on horses circle him slowly, speaking in a dialect that Limbaugh not only can’t understand, but he hasn’t heard yet. They are surveying him. “I’m on the radio. You know the radio?” He makes some futile hand gesture of a microphone in front of his mouth, of holding a mike with his mouth open, pointing at it with his other hand, nodding and winking.
The horse-borne men look at each other and nod. Limbaugh smiles. The power of Excellence in Broadcasting, no doubt. Americans have saved them from the Taliban and now he will receive their thanks. One of them say something to Limbaugh, and as the radio host turns towards that horse, another man clubs Limbaugh in the back of his head. Limbaugh hits the ground with all the grace of an oversized turd being shat out of a constipated elephant.,,
[I’m skipping most of it, but things do not go well for Rush, unprotected in Afghanistan…]
Last paragraph:
One day his keepers bring him to a village on the edge of a poppy field, and there it is: that sea of red flowers, the pin prick bloodlets growing from the earth. Against the setting sun, it looks like a fire that would finally consume him. The last anyone sees of Rush Limbaugh is a silhouetted figure, bells ringing, running into the field of flames, grunting happily, leaping madly.
*We miss Rush from 1992……when he played Tiny Tim singing “Walzing through the tulips!” and talking about Miss Vicki at his side. Those were the days! We want Hannity to interview Kanye West and ask him about Kim’s body parts!
“Farewell Rush…..may you go where the “Heat is always on!” And Salem plays your re-runs forever!
That was also shortly before he described young Chelsea Clinton as “the President’s Dog.” No thank you.
(I also don’t read his playing “Tiptoe Through the Tulips” as gay-friendly — do you?
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Read “The Weekly Sift” on Texas:
http://weeklysift.com/2021/02/22/who-messed-with-texas/
*We look back on today and think of the great Bob Livingston, run out of town by Newt “the boot”….or Al Franken holding his hand two feet away from sleeping breast on a plane. Run out of town by extreme Fem Dems. So now, that The Trumpster is fearing that either Andy Cuomo or DeBlasio might run in 2024…..he is out to cut them up with paid operatives and jocular comments made in jest…when he was busy grabbing folks by the private parts and calling that stuff “Locker Room Chatter”. Meanwhile, he was busy going to Jeffrey Epstein events and Jr. Teen America Competitions watching them undress in the prep room.
“New York Mayor Bill de Blasio said Gov. Andrew Cuomo (D) should step down if he’s lost the public’s trust. De Blasio said Cuomo’s apology to the women who’ve accused him of sexual harassment was a non-apology and instead “belittles” what happens, Politico’s Amanda Eisenberg reports.”
Was one of these folks named “Anita Hill”?
*For those that don’t remember Anita Hill…….Clarence Thomas still can’t remember any pubic hairs in Coca Cola……
Our point is basically,: Double Standards for some… others Zero Tolerance?
Whatever happened to a level playing field?