I really wish I had a good reason to post this. I don’t, but here it is anyway.
Rush Limbaugh, raw and unplugged, courtesy of The Onion:
I’ve imagined my death a thousand times over, and it’s always the same. In my mind’s eye, a serene setting comes into view. I see a funeral procession driving down some small-town Main Street in Nowheresville, U.S.A. On one side of the street, a collection of sycophants and morons are paying their respects in subliterate, sanctimonious tones. Meanwhile, on the other side of the street, I can just make out the faint image of a young boy, his brow furrowed in confusion, clutching the hand of his father. “Who is that man, Daddy?” he asks as the hearse containing my bloated, lifeless body rolls by. “Who is that person they speak of?” The father will then lower his head and say, “There, my son, go the remains of Rush Hudson Limbaugh, the most abominable lump of festering dog shit in the history of American broadcasting. May the likes of him never again soil or tarnish the greatness of our fair country.”