Tuesday was like any other day for Rush Limbaugh – the face (and one could say the robust body) of The Republican Party. He grabbed his hard hat and lunch pail and headed off to the salt mines. He spent the day having respectful, intelligent, and useful exchanges with his listeners. He had his favorite lunch (the fresh kidneys of small children drizzled with the blood of a poor gay – both grass-fed and organic). After a long and...
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