I have an opinion about the Rush Limbaugh outrage

And since this is my blog, I get to express it. Neener. Neener.

Apparently, Rush said something incredibly stupid (the hell you say!) and had to apologize for it. Oh, the poor man. Someone give him a hug and light him a cigar with lit money.

The world came unglued because a pompous, arrogant, bigot said something one would expect from a pompous, arrogant, bigot. That’s like firing Don Imus for cracking an offensive joke. Oh, wait.

Voltaire said something along the lines of affording others the right to think and say as they please, no matter how stupid. It’s the misquote of that whole “I don’t agree with what you’re saying, but I’ll defend your right to say it” thing. I’ll afford Rush every right to speak his mind, so long as I can exercise the most powerful right of all: the right to change the channel.

If people don’t like what he says, and don’t like his message, why then do they continuously listen to him, or worse lend gravity to his nonsense BY PAYING ATTENTION TO IT? Do people just need to get angry at things? Isn’t there enough anger in the world without having to deliberately seek it out???

If you don’t like something, the best thing you can do is ignore it. And, if you’re lucky, maybe it’ll go away.

The poor little pooh-bears

I’m in a terrible mood. So, here’s a scathing poem I call “The poor little pooh-bears” to match my funk. Enjoy.


The poor little pooh-bears
Because the world has lost its mind
I find myself now passing time
by thinking and stinking up rhyming opinions
to make better sense of some maddening decisions

The world as I see it has largely gone mad
and nary an antidote is to be had
unless you consider the trash they administer
something’s amiss, perhaps even sinister

Our food comes from labs now instead of from farms
but this is ok, let it raise no alarms
profits come first now, of this you must see,
no care must be given to you or to me

we must think of the downtrodden, poor CEOs,
the poor things and their rings and their portfolios
all that lounging and golfing and laying about
we should all come together and help these guys out

I will bow and I’ll grovel and scrape to appease
and plead to eat more of their corporate feces
by golly, gee whiz, why this isn’t so bad
why, I hardly remember why I’d gotten so mad

we should send all our money to them all at once
that way they won’t have to work quite so much
reaching into our pockets pretending they care
come on everybody, we must make this fair!