My apologies if this has been diaried, but I couldn't resist.
I really wanted to know how are Dittoheads around this supposed great country are taking the news that their hero, Rush "I hope President Obama fails" Limbaugh, will not be a part of the group that has interest in purchasing the sad-sack St. Louis Rams franchise. Well, the website Deadspin.com did a little bit investigating and found this little poem that was written on Redstate.com
Now, I have the urge to deconstruct this poem, stanza by stanza, but, I rather let people enjoy it for all it's ridculousness.
Because, frankly if this isn't snark, then the individual that wrote this needs serious help.
Earlier this evening, as most of you now know, one of our own, Rush Hudson Limbaugh, while taking withering fire, crashed and burned.
Tonight, Rush is no longer ‘just’ a radio personality.
Tonight, Rush is no longer ‘just’ a NFL owner denied
Tonight, Rush is us. And we are him.
Tonight Rush became the metaphor for all of us... every man woman and child in this great nation of ours.
The enemy of this great nation, the enemy of you and me, Rush’s enemy... those on the left, inside and outside of this nation abhor success... and when faced with it will destroy it... by any and all means possible.
We all have our dreams in life... such as they might be. Rush dreamed of being an owner in the NFL.
Tonight the left proved that they will stop at nothing to end our dreams. Our dreams of success and happiness devastate their need to dominate and control you and me... and well everything and everyone.
Chrysler bondholders
GM dealers
Bankers and stockbrokers
Small business owners
Medical Doctors
Oppressed people wanting freedom around the world
The left can not and will not allow anyone to realize their dreams
Tonight a light went out... a dream died... it died from political correctness
Tonight we are under withering fire, we on the right those in the middle,
Tonight our values are under withering fire, those thoughts ideas and dreams that made this great nation are under withering fire
Will your light of your dreams be next?
Will my dreams be next?
First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a communist;
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak out for me.
- Pastor Martin Niemöller
Tonight... We Are All Rush Limbaugh
We Are Rush Limbaugh poem courtesy of Red State