Hey, man, don’t blame me. He said it. I’m not making this up. Yesterday, Rush-to-Limbo spaketh his wisdom on the Abu Ghraib torturing thusly:
Maybe the people who ordered this are pretty smart. Maybe the people who executed this pulled off a brilliant maneuver. Nobody got hurt. Nobody got physically injured. But boy there was a lot of humiliation of people who are trying to kill us — in ways they hold dear. Sounds pretty effective to me if you look at us in the right context.
There are two blatant lies in that single paragraph, but don’t let that bother you. Let’s look at the Big Picture.
LIMBAUGH: The thing though that continually amazes — here we have these pictures of homoeroticism that look like standard good old American pornography….
Now there’s something we’d always suspected about Rush–he’s a devotee of pornography, and of a particular type. Apparently, he’s intimately familiar with homoerotic, sado-masochistic pornography, familiar enough to know it when he sees it, anyway. One just knew in one’s heart that the man gets his jollies from pictures of naked men with hoods over their heads and electric wires attached to their Cheneys. Now he admits it.
It’s out there, it’s in the open, Be Loud Be Proud: The torturers are Dittoheads. Rush’s People. His Kinda Guys. Those ex-South African pro-apartheid mercs and G-2, School-of-the-Americas graduates are Limbo Lusties. HE LOVES ‘EM! “These are MY PEOPLE!” he screams while massaging his…leg and ogling the pictures for the 40th time. Dittoheads everywhere rejoice.
They’re exploding from the closet in waves. First Bush, now Rush, trapped into truth. The facade is crumbling like a stale cookie. CLAP YOUR HANDS TOGETHER AND GIMME AN AMEN! Somebody up there is watching after all; apparently God has decided to take a hand and cancel that loan on Limbo’s talent. As Michael Feldman said, “It was just a small loan, hardly worth the bookkeeping.”
(From David Brock’s Media Matters)