More Like Pawned Off From

     Rush did sound. His visuals weren’t so appealing, but he did sound better than anyone.
      In ’92 he was on Phil Donahue to pump his new TV show, produced by Donahue’s parent company. There’s the liberal TV icon of the era fitfully obliged to interview the new conservative comer Limbaugh, who’s launching his own TV show. Donahue palpably disliked Limbaugh but kept it fairly civil— “fairly” being still arbitrated by liberal gatekeepers, though Ronnie Reagan rid the airwaves of the Fairness Doctrine five years earlier.
     Goggle-eyed Donahue hadn’t a clue what was down that pike while self-assured Rush was already cannily exploiting this new liberty to just make shit up.
     Alas, Rush’s TV show bombed. But blubbery Rush turned the negative visual thing to his advantage. He made his aural relationship psychologically intimate, probing his audience’s every personal crevice and grievance, painting scenarios of liberal excess and outrage and excising them with jaunty jingo soundbites to accompany his imaginings. He artfully and gleefully enraged listeners every day, for decades.
     Rush paved America’s neural pathways for Donald Trump, who would never have remotely occurred to us without Rush. Rush couldn’t take the ball over the line himself. Trump could. Trump did TV. The conservative virtual presidency had lurched from twinkly cinema cowboy Reagan to Trump’s carny Rainmaker roadshow.
     A Fox TV host claimed Limbaugh was “on loan from God.”
     The loan department at God Inc. is mum on this.

Oyez and Hallelujah Sinners!

Evangelicals, this is God. Thanks for all the prayers, they were forwarded through channels. You’ve been dialing the wrong number for quite awhile— but it’s gotten beyond ridiculous.

This latest test I sent to mankind you scored 100% on——wrong, ass-backward 100%.

Really, did you bother asking yourself if I’d name the second coming Donald?

I won’t get further into how obviously easy I made it, just letting you know that not since the Pharisees have such towering twats invoked my name, or for more selfish reasons.

Sorry, but henceforth Ba’al will be handling your case.

Hamilton

When a man unprincipled in private life, desperate in his fortune, bold in his temper…despotic in his ordinary demeanor—known to have scoffed in private at the principles of liberty—when such a man is seen to mount the hobby horse of popularity—to join in the cry of danger to liberty—to take every opportunity of embarrassing the General Government and bringing it under suspicion—to flatter and fall in with all the nonsense of the zealots of the day— It may justly be suspected that his object is to throw things into confusion that he may ‘ride the storm and direct the whirlwind.’”
—Alexander Hamilton
August 18, 1792

Creepier and Kookier


Dutch cartoonist Hajo de Reijger

(Uncle Fester moved to Canada)