Friday, March 6, 2009

Bitch Slaps, Butt Boys, and Kiss My Ass


Pablo On Politics is a terrific site. Under that lovely picture of Rushbba the Hutt's heinie, Pablo links us to the following:

Margaret and Helen, which I posted a coupla days ago.

TPM:

You know what's great about all this Rush nonsense? It looks like the Democrats, from Robert Gibbs to Rahm to the DCCC, are finally using some of the techniques of bitch-slap politics against the Republicans. If GOPers are put on the spot and agree with Rush, they're taking an unpopular position about the direction of the country. If they disagree, they're immediately forced to grovel and look weak doing it. Only in this case it's sort of like the bitch-slap theory combined with jujitsu, because the Dems are actually getting Rush to administer the slaps. I'm about your age, and I'm not sure I've ever seen the Dems have the confidence to make Republicans look weak like this.

Actually, the Repugs don't need any help making themselves look weak. They knocked themselves down and the Dems jumped in. Rahm knows those good old street fighting techniques and he's teaching the rest of them. I wish he'd school Reid a little.

Digby, links at site:

Limbaugh is now calling people "butt boys." This is on top of his adorable comments that Republicans are being asked to "bend over and grab their ankles" because Obama is black. I realize that the term "butt boy" is fairly common in junior high locker rooms as a synonym for sycophant, but when did it become ok to say this on radio? Does the FCC know that it literally means submissive, teenage anal sex (with a strong implication of coercion?)

I've written many posts about Rush over the years so all this new interest in him as a leader of the Republican Party is old news to me. I think this one, from 2006, may the most pertinent:

Notice how Limbaugh and the preachers pander to the depraved imagination? It's not religious values these people are selling. They are selling a brutal, domineering, degenerate culture, making their listeners and viewers wallow in it, plumbing the depths of the subconscious, drawing forth Goyaesque images of bestiality and violence and death. That's a feature of some religions, to be sure, but it's not the nice upright Christian morality everybody's pretending it is.

When the troop handlers in the Marine Corps wanted us to go somewhere in a tightly bunched line, the command was 'Asshole to belly button, maggots! Close it up! Make the man in fronta ya smile!'. We kept our flys buttoned. The Repugs don't, and it brings visions of a prison conga line right after a fresh batch of pruno hit the yard. Heh.

Damn, but this is fun to watch! We've waited a long time and we deserve it!

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