Rush And A Push And The Land Is Ours

"Fears of a Clown" was not to be missed. Tim Egan, NYT writer, highlights the wave that is Rush Limbaugh in the Republican party.

Once upon a time, you could drive to the most remote reaches of the United States and escape Rush Limbaugh. But from the Mogollon Mountains of New Mexico to the Badlands of South Dakota, where only the delicious twang of a country tune or the high-pitched pleadings of a lone lunatic came over the AM dial, there is now the Mighty El Rushbo.

As someone who spends a lot of time on the road, I used to find Limbaugh to be an obnoxious but entertaining companion, his eruptions more reliable than Old Faithful. But now that Limbaugh has become something else — the face of the Republican Party, by a White House that has played him brilliantly — he has been transformed into car-wreck-quality spectacle, at once scary and sad.

My cynical side likes Rahm Emanuel's tactic of saying Rush Limbaugh was the "voice and the intellectual force and energy behind the Republican Party." But this is akin to wishing a curse upon your neighbor. I am waiting patiently for the "have you no shame" moment when someone tells Limbaugh that change has come to Washington, or so we maintain hope.