Limbaugh
And The Depths of Conservative Dementia

The Red Cross Hates America was one of Rush's 'really too obvious to
make' points yesterday, and it's really not hard to imagine him taking this
road, is it? When you know that you're in the right and that you're on the
right, then you're right to right the wrongs, which are perpetrated by
almost everyone. Darn that Pope, and to hell with Canada. The IRC is
accusing the US of torture, and all we're doing is trying to show some
foreigners a good time.See, the "Red
Cross is a joke [because] there are terrorist-supporting regimes throughout
the world, there are terrorist-supporting regimes throughout the world...etc,
etc, Rush is a little long winded...but the
International Red Cross focuses on us because we make our prisons available
to these thugs and of course the New York Times is once again the media
outlet of choice...etc, shift focus to the NY Times which is a bunch
of crybaby tattletales that make Rush roll his eyes in disbelief...You
know, this paper, I don't know. It appears to me the New York Times just
hates this country. They hate red states. They hate traditional marriage.
They hate our military. It's just amazing..."
Well, Rush and I got kinda lost there cause
sometimes things make you so mad that you just can't even see straight, but
the bottom line is the free pass given to all the cool countries.
"...We never heard from the
International Red Cross on Saddam Hussein. We don't hear from them about
what goes on in Korea, North Korea, or in China. We don't hear from the
International Red Cross about what goes on in Iran..."
I dunno, maybe not, but I don't know if that's the company we want to keep.
Maybe so. You act like a gimp, you get treated like a chump, darn near every
time. Those assholes are picking on us...
"But,
no, lo and behold, when there's abuse at G'itmo, when the people committing
these atrocities around the world are in our prisons, we become the bad
guys. Just typical. Just typical..."
So
nice he has to say it twice. Because it is... typical. And it hurts
America's feelings big time. And do you know what?
"...this is the kind of thing that's going to continue to inspire backlash
among the American people, because the American people do not think that
what we're doing with prisons at G'itmo is horrible, is bad."
And anyway, Bunko, you
really think that this is torture? Check yourself, and
"Listen
to what the New York Times reports as prisoner abuse at G'itmo. "One regular
procedure was making uncooperative prisoners strip to their underwear,
having them sit in a chair while shackled hand and foot to a bolt in the
floor, and forcing them to endure strobe lights and loud rock and rap music
played through two close loudspeakers while air-conditioning was turned up
to maximum levels." Folks, that happens every night in New York City at any
club you go into, except the underwear. I mean, this is absurd..."
This is absurd! I'm learning a lot more about Rush than I really want to
know...
"The next bit of torture, get this: "The Red Cross report
hints strongly at an explanation of some of those accusations by stating
that there were frequent complaints by prisons in 2003 that some of the
female interrogates baited their subjects with sexual overtones." This just
confirms everything I've always said. The bad guys get all the girls! How
many of you guys out there have to beg for these kinds of sexual overtones
out there in your daily lives? And here these prisoners are having it for
nothing while sitting in their underwear with rock music, rap music, and
strobe lights and the air conditioning turned up..."
Eyes
glazed over, sweating profusely... Rush needs it special. The leather mask
fits on a bit too snugly as Mistress Felicity struggles to get the strap
fastened around Rush's portly neck. "Nice undies," she says derisively, her
short riding crop whisking lightly across Limbaugh's manhood. His hands
struggle against the studded cuffs. "Most of my dogs don't even bother...
What'll it be tonight, Marilyn Manson again? Or how about some Rush?" "I
thought we could just talk tonight, Mistress Felicity, maybe use some, use
some sexual overtones..." Felicity fingers the ball gag thoughtfully, while
cranking the air conditioning to max. "Beg me," she responds at last, after
her lash has inflicted only minimal bleeding. She tenderly applies the
iodine.
"Beg me."
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