Rush Limbaugh is a Big Fat Idiot!

If ever there were a title that fit the subject matter, it’s this one by Al Franken. It’s been awhile since this book came out, but the big blowhard’s latest waste of oxygen and radio airwaves completely renews the veracity of Franken’s title: Limbaugh claims that Michael J. Fox is faking his Parkinson’s symptoms to help Democrats get elected. If only Limbaugh were faking his stupidity in support of his beloved likewise Republicans, but it’s definitely the real deal. He and Ann Coulter should get married and sell their offspring to freak shows as 100% pure, gen-u-whine idiots!

The only upside to the spoutings of these brainless wonders is that they do a better job of proving their ignorance than anything the thinking world could ever do, so I guess we should actually be grateful for the unethical, money-grubbing radio producers and publishers who provide these morons with airtime and shelf space. Hey, if these two did hook up, (shake head vigorously to dispel revolting visual image of said coupling) I wonder who would be their joint choice for their next morally reprehensible attack. Paralyzed veterans? Exploited children? Abandoned kittens? All of them have their own liberal agenda, you know!

Maybe Rush will eat Ann and choke on her. One can only hope.

And the winner is . . .

Paris Hilton! What other subject could I possibly write about for my first rant than the embodiment of just about everything that pisses me off?

Let's see . . . attention whore with no discernible talent, mediocre looks (even after multiple enhancements), zero ethics, over-privileged princess-wannabe who acts more like trailer trash than any of my redneck buddies ever thought about doing. Yep, the only things worse than this vacuous bimbo are the media that keeps giving her publicity and the publishing pimps who paid some starving ghostwriter to pen those waste of trees with her name on them. No, wait. Add to that list any parents who actually let their daughters be in the same room with one of her manuals for "finding your inner princess!" Quick, somebody call Child Protection Services!

As proof that this most-heinous heiress is no different from the baby-mamas on Jerry Springer, here's the details of her latest news item: She and her boyfriend's ex, Shanna Moakler, got into a brawl at the Hyde club in Los Angeles, complete with jaw-jacking, profanity, intentional drink spilling, and somebody getting pushed down some stairs.

You know, to be honest, I've done all that stuff myself a few times. But at least I work for a living and have a higher IQ than my dog.