I wasted an entire day…no, no…an entire weekend, being pissed off at Rush Limbaugh. I could’ve been painting. Could’ve written sixteen posts. But no, I just HAD to have an internal dialogue monologue freakin’ argument with the man Jon Stewart calls America’s cold shower.

To me he is a non-person. I’ve tuned him out for years. He’s nothing more than a loudmouthed bully with a microphone. The sixth grade kid no one likes so he hangs out with the third graders and picks on the kindergarten kids. Calls ’em babies before kicking ’em in the shins, stealing their lunch money and running away. He verbally brutalized Chelsea Clinton when she was 12 years old. Takes a real big man to make mean spirited ‘fun’ of a little girl. Bark! Bark! We get it Rush, you’re a J.E.R.K. And I bet your mother was real proud of you when you made fun of Michael J. Fox’s Parkinson’s tremors. Snicker snicker. Yeah, that’s funny alright, you pill popping EFFING MORON….

Deep breath here because this cigar chomping, pill popping entertainer as his followers call him is in reality the VOICE of the conservative movement in this country.

God. Help. Us.

But this time he’s gone too far. For three days he savaged the reputation of a young woman. For three days he called her name after outrageous name, ripping her a new one from the safety of his studio. Lie after ignorant lie. What he didn’t realize, because he REALLY is a dumb fuck, he was offending, no no, make that alienating the majority of women in this country. And the men who love them.

Reality check: Bye-bye sponsors.

Reality check: Bye-bye stations

Reality check: Bye-bye Miss American Pie GOP.

You did good, Rush. Real good. Between you and the ditto droid cult that defends you there’s no denying anymore the misogyny that is rampant in the conservative movement. In the folks who want to take us back to the 11th century.

Well, you know what?

We’re not going.

But we’ll wave bye-bye as you lead ’em over the cliff.