Wednesday, February 05, 2020
Die Another Day
When I first heard Rush Limbaugh had advanced cancer, my first thought was, "how advanced?".
I ask for a few reasons.
I don't want one those Valerie Harper, "I've got 3 months to live" and then last six years. I mean, I wanted Rhoda to live. I really don't care for Rush to hang around any longer than necessary.
Yettttttt.........I on the other hand, a slow and painful disease state and death sounds good too.
Should you have not yet figured it out, I'm not one of those calling for civility in the name of Limbaugh having cancer. The online folks who say, "I don't care for him either, but don't wish this upon him".
Well, I didn't wish it upon him, yet here we are.
The man in question mocked Michael J. Fox's Parkinson's. He also showed a picture of Clinton's cat and said they had a dog too - and show a picture of a teen aged Chelsea. Made fun of RGB's cancer. Yet other's are supposed to take the high road.
I suppose I could be the poster boy for Melanoma's #bebest campaign, but since her fucking turd of a husband doesn't believe in her pet project, I feel vindicated and off the hook.
Listen, Limbaugh's stances could all be an act to make $$$, but that means little. He's got his legion of assholes and haters who look up to whomever they think the man to be - the man who has let them think these things.
I'm not saying Rush deserves to die, but since he is (allegedly - and I still think it could be some fucking act) then I won't give thoughts and prayers. I won't be kind, I don't need to be. He hasn't and maybe - even if almost too late - he'll know how his actions have repercussions.
Anyway, I don't feel bad for him and nothing anyone can say would make me feel differently.
Song by: Madonna