Tagalogs or KGB-alogs?

Happy Birthday, Skevy Leavens!!!!

(And Sylvia Plath, too!)

Oh, Rush Limbaugh, how staggeringly mature and professional you are, making fun of a Parkinson’s sufferer on your show. I haven’t seen that much maturity since I witnessed heartless mockery on the playground back in elementary school. When you were deaf, I’m sure you would’ve loved it if someone had returned the favor.

Oh, how I long to whack him repeatedly on the back of the neck with a roll of quarters. He is condemning Michael J. Fox for “exploiting” his disease for political gain (ie, using it to help pro-stem cell politicians get in office). Is that what Fox is really doing? If so, what does it matter? As long as he is the one doing the exploiting, and someone else isn’t doing it to him, why is this an issue? If I were a celebrity with a disease, and going on TV to throw my support behind Senator So-and-So—who supports stem cell research—meant that a cure could conceivably be found, I would exploit the hell out of my disease. If that’s what it takes to help bring about a cure, so be it!

Limbaugh made a snide comment about Fox stopping his medication before filming the ad in order to maximize his tremors. Fox has since publicly stated that he was actually overmedicated when he shot the ad—not undermedicated. This is just my personal opinion, and I could be completely wrong, but I thought Limbaugh’s comment smacked of dismissive arrogance, like, “Oh, just go take your medicine and shut up about your tremors and this stem cell nonsense. If you took your medicine like you were supposed to, you wouldn’t have to worry about any of this.” As if the medication’s existence justifies keeping stem cell research limited and a cure in the distant future. I can honestly see Rush thinking, “Well, you have your medication to stop the tremors, so why are you bellyaching about needing a cure?”

Oh, and yeah, Limbaugh did apologize later (“So I will bigly, hugely admit that I was wrong, and I will apologize to Michael J. Fox, if I am wrong in characterizing his behavior on this commercial as an act, especially since people are telling me they have seen him this way on other interviews and in other television appearances”), which is a step in the right direction, I suppose, but I still don’t buy his apology as being altruistic. I think he was just trying to cover his ass, because so many people were disgusted by his comments.

Anyway. In lighter news, I just got back from a lunchtime jaunt to the Salvation Army, where I picked up a skirt for Saturday’s Halloween costume. I had to take my Soviet hat in there with me, to ensure the skirt matched the hat perfectly, and when I was paying for the skirt, the cashier asked, “Is that a Girl Scout hat?” Ha! Da, I am a Girl Scout who earned her merit badges in oppression, propaganda, and forced labor. Please, buy my Girl Scout cookies; they are made with the finest flour milled by gulag prisoners. Спасибо! She won my respect, though, because she complimented my skulls-and-cherries purse, which I bought in London last month!



song heard most recently before posting: Wednesday Morning, 3am—Simon & Garfunkel