"Mom! Mom! Mom, look at me. M-o-o-o-o-m!! Lookit lookit lookit . . . . " -- reallynow

Jaysus, then there's Farragut and the funniest line posted today today:

"Hopefully you aren't teaching at one of the Texas colleges my son will be going to."

'Splains everything.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again. You gotta respect ol' Rush. He really does shake his stuff. He walks the board. He has to mop his receding brow. He waggles his pudgy finger (and being attached to his mammaries and his jowls and his gut and his derriere they also waggle) at the miscreants. He ain't exactly Wolfman Jack, but he certainly isn't a castrato either -- I'm sure he does have a pistachio or two in his withered man-sack. He's in it for the dough, and believe you me, he's making it. There was, I believe, an article not long ago where a gushing he-porter was allowed into Rush's luxury digs to interview the old poofter at leisure. The photos and descriptions were proof that (poof) the old paedophile has as much taste as Liberace on a boy-binge.

And like Liberace, ol' Rush knows how to work his audience. The slack-jawed, who used to be refered to as 'yokels', or as Bugs would say, 'maroons'. Lookee, when "UhMerican Idle" is the top rated teevee program in the universe (well, at least in Der Homeland), you know that the people who are gonna hear, but not neccessarily listen to very deeply, are there. Rush's messages are not real deep, no more than three syllable words, and designed to put fear into the hearts of a very unimagitive and sedated populace. This is the difference between Rush and Hannity and O'Reilly and Malkin. These others are people, like Der Dick, who seriously are pursuing bad, wicked shee-it. They probably actually, somewhere deep down in their shallow souls, really do believe in the stuff they are reciting.

So, in a sentence -- Rush is in it for the dough. Hannity ain't at that level yet. And both are pussies.

I could say, I forgot my glasses.

Or, I had a couple or three too many pomtinis.

But the fact is, it was blind unbridled shaking-with-fury lizard-brain reaction that made me do it:

"You sound like a stupid mil,itary man".

Didn't need that comma, sir.

"Look, if you want to get in the bigs, even if you want to be on the tea, you gotta have talent."

"Tea"? Err, team.

"Check Quislinmg while you're at it."

Quisling. Sorry, even if odog and hs o-lap-dogs found google, and tried it, they would be very confused.

"Rudh is low, but you?"

And by 'Rudh' I meant all these low little men all rolled up in a little pyramid of naked sweaty butts.

You sound like a stupid mil,itary man. Deny. Deflect. Denigrate. Disappear.

Jaysus odog, even on a good day you'd be way out of any league. What am I saying, you aren't even in the minors. Pure Bush-league. You write something this piss-ant silly?:

"At first the Nazi's solely concentrated on grammar...the rest is history...."

That is the dumbest fucking thing even a tired little parrot like you have written. What kind of dumb fuckwit are you??

Enough with the Nazis already. Comparing people with Nazis and little Hitlers and Stalins and Maos. Get with the programme, and really, to write something this fucking stupid??? No, the Nazis DIDN'T concentrate on grammar. So why the fuck do you have the compulsion (Jaysus ditto-head, I get it -- thinking is hard, like bein' the Pretzledent)say something so fucking oblique???? Look, if you want to get in the bigs, even if you want to be on the tea, you gotta have talent. Please, mosquitoes ain't eagles, and you've shown that you ain't nothing but a fucking distracter. Jaysus, even in South Africa, when they ran you little cunts out of town, the best you could expect would be a tiring. Look it up. Check Quislinmg while you're at it. Rudh is low, but you?

Rush & Sean -- the paragons of America. I'd say, they don't hate us, they're too busy laughing. An aging paedophile, misogynist, bald-faced lying butt-cyst-ridden deeply disturbed silver-aged 'Murican' patriot explaining why he doesn't like 'change' to a younger, deeply disturbed unevolved, homosexually-repressed mentally-challenged patriot. The gift that keeps giving . . .

you go, grrrls . . .