The Pun's Rush

The Anchoress rises to the occasion with probably the longest contiguous series of penile puns that you are likely to read on a God blog for the foreseeable future, in honor of Rush Limbaugh's latest brush with drug laws:

Okay, so, Rush had Viagra in his bag and his doctor didn’t prescribe it in his name because if you’re Rush Limbaugh (or Bill Clinton or whomever) and you know you have a gazillion childish guns pointed at you - at all times - you’d rather not have some pharmacist blab in some internet forum that you’re using Viagra, or herpes medicine or genital wart salves or whatever. Perfectly understandable.

Sadly, now we’ll be treated to a few days of people sniggering and making snide, adolescent jokes about Rush (probably in tandem with jokes about Bob Dole, or as he is called at my son’s school, “Bob-Dole-Sex-Machine“) and about how conservatives raise flags because they can’t raise anything else, how a rising snide lifts all boasts, how Rush needs to pull himself together, take himself in hand, get ahold of himself, how it’s not-hard out there for a wimp, how Ann Coulter is walking around with Rush’s missing testosterone, how Rush keeps talking about elections because he’s fixated on…well, you get the point, and a sensitive point it is, too.

We’ll have to endure the usual suspects basically acting like 5 year-olds sitting around the table saying “poopyhead” and imagining that they’re terribly funny, while they laugh and drip and dribble, and we roll our eyes and wipe up their wee spills.

Personally, I think the best way for Rush to stop the thrust of this thing in mid-launch is to stiffen his resolve and laugh at himself. It worked for Hugh Grant, and when you laugh at yourself you leave your enemies limping. I’m sure Rush will stand firm and take it like a man, reminding all of us to get a grip, because there are more important matters at hand.

Regular readers know I don’t listen much to Rush, and that I have recently strenuously disagreed with his rabble-rousing on illegal immigrants. Still, I think he is getting the shaft, here.

I think it sucks that the fellow had to have his less-than-hardline tendancies spread out before the world. People are entitled to some “zone of privacy” is what Mrs. Clinton said, isn’t it? But then some people are raised to that zone, and some are not. Something tells me that if Al Franken were in the same awkward, uncomfortable position attention would not be paid, prosecutors would not be called, headlines would not blare. There would be no shouts, grunts or giggles. Franken would not find himself in a tight spot. It would remain a smallish matter.

All I can say is "Bravo", Anchoress!