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The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be: Rush Limbaugh Edition
Thanks to toniD for bringing this article to our attention in her daily news aggregation, and on her birthday (yesterday, ICYMI) of all days, no less.
I haven’t heard a thing about this anywhere else and it’s worth noting a few things with regard to “slutgate” before we relegate it to teh memory hole if the story turns out to be false or fails to gain traction amid all the other Limbaugh hubbub.
Oh, where to start…
Well, first let’s give a round of applause to the Inquisitr for superimposing an Amazon ad and cover shot for Al Franken’s 1996 book Rush Limbaugh is a Big Fat Idiot and Other Observations over the happy couple. A delicious detail I’m sure would have been lost on many visiting that article and one I felt would be criminal to not point out. So, kudos and golf claps to you Inquisitr. Well played.
Second, let’s take another moment of zen to blow a kiss to Senator Al Franken for being among the first, if not the first, public figures to point out that obvious fact, extensively, in writing, despite it taking another sixteen years for the rest of America to catch on.
Now, let’s get to the article about Limbaugh’s wife:
“She said she’s become a social pariah because of his hot-headed, heedless comments and warned him in no uncertain terms that he’d better keep his trap shut and stop using words like ‘slut’ for any woman!”
Naturally, I was all prepared to continue Crank’s thread of obvious-shit-that’s-gonna-happen-if-you-marry-Rush-Limbaugh humor, but, of course, the article’s comments section distracted me and got me to ponder how this might all play out.
It’s a mere 24 comments at this point, but I counted two people, at best, coming to Rush’s rescue and only one doing so directly. A couple of people ridiculed the source, The National Enquirer, with one person noting that, while not a fan, they support Limbaugh’s right to free speech.
The rest tore him to shreds.
If this small sample is any measure of how the court of public opinion feels, Limbaugh’s head is already in the noose and the drinking has already started; public intoxication is sure to follow.
Of course, I love the idea of Dittohead indignation and mind-blowing, time/space continuum-tearing irony over the idea of Mrs. Limbaugh having a threshold for the amount of public shaming she has to endure as a result of her husband’s misogynist tirades. But, with Limbaugh now re-entering National Enquirer territory, let’s recognize that, unlike his past trials, he’s now performing during the age of social media and the implications could be much greater than we think.
It would appear the stage is set for his ex-wives to start coming forward with tell-alls. Unless, of course, Rush’s legal team had the foresight to prevent that from ever happening. Which, makes one wonder how much his exes are costing him, which we can tie back directly to his misogynist tirades and then wonder how big a price he’s already paid for his sexist lifestyle choices in addition to pondering Rush’s (dare I say, bleak) future.
One can only imagine the conga line of skeletons behind Limbaugh’s closet door waiting to enter the Twitterverse and Facebookosphere conga lines of endless celebration over the conga line of his exiting advertisers. Who knows what buried treasures will entertain future conga lines of Internet commenters.
Add to that, Rush’s own self-loathing and penchant for overeating and substance abuse and, well…
I find it all very satisfying. Can we not be very far off from a sexagenarian Floridian Internet version of the Jersey Shore starring Limbaugh? It seems there just isn’t enough universe for all that schadenfreude.
It couldn’t have happened to a nicer crime against humanity.