F*ck You, Rush Limbaugh

And you, Bill O'Reilly. And you, Sean Hannity. And most especially you, Glenn Beck. And every news producer who has replayed anything those you idiots have said, which I'm pretty sure covers every media outlet.

Because there's a difference between disagreement and disgusting behavior, and you all have crossed it. And I happen to know that Bill, at least, is playing a role and doesn't believe everything he spouts (or lets his viewers spout). But this playing to the lunatic fringes makes me nauseous.

If the birther movement wasn't bad enough (like that wouldn't have been checked by all the McCain and Clinton resources already? Seriously?), now we've got people comparing Obama to Hitler. If it's not his "socialized" medicine (I guess then the UK, Canada and Ireland are all socialist countries, maybe we should stop asking them to assist us in our wars), then it's the fact that schoolchildren sang a song about him. Because it was okay when schoolchildren sang songs about Bush (Jon Stewart showed a lovely song thanking Bush and FEMA for all their help, sung by young Katrina victims, for example), but when people do it for Obama it means he wants to be Hitler? And the schoolchildren are being indoctrinated? Like public school isn't one long series of indoctrinations?

I mean, I really don't care if they hate Obama. I certainly had a strong aversion to Bush. But. . . .I didn't go around comparing him to Hitler. Because you know what? He wasn't trying to exterminate everyone he deemed undesirable (at least not directly) and he didn't try to take over Europe. Totally not like Hitler.

And neither is Obama. There's no extermination, no take over the world plans and no dissolution of Congress.  Nor is he a socialist, if you actually understand the definition of the word. But I guess the viewers love those phrases, whether they're actually true or not. So the talking heads keep using them, spinning the idiots of this country up until they all think that our president is a too-smart Kenyan who wants to be Hitler or Mussolini.  Meanwhile, proud Republicans like Tom DeLay go on Dancing With the Stars, where they can really make a difference.

But, honestly, would a smart person actually want to be Hitler? He committed suicide. And Mussolini was executed. Demagogues don't usually walk gently into a luxurious old age. Of course, Rush, Bill, Sean and Glenn know that (I think). They probably know that comparing Obama to Hitler is incendiary and ridiculous. They just don't care. It's not about debating about what's best for our country anymore, it's about naming calling and who's "winning" by getting the most viewers and votes for their favorites.

It's not like they really care.

Do The Crips Do Makeovers?

My dad is on the mend - awake, cognitive and asking for his pain medication. Thanks again for good thoughts and prayers.

Today there was a Halloween shindig at the local environmental center. Since it was a gorgeous day, and the event was free, we decided to go. I really didn't think it would be all that crowded, since no one ever goes to the environmental center. And since most people around here don't exactly need to attend free activities.

Apparently our present economic situation is even affecting people around here, because the center was PACKED. And the county organizers were not prepared for this kind of turnout. So instead of lining up logically, people just smooshed together and complained about the fact that there weren't organized lines. Well, they complained until they managed to push their kid into the bouncy castle ahead of all the kids who had been waiting patiently. I knew there was craziness in the air when a woman tried to push her fourteen month old into the bouncer. Luckily someone stopped her before the clueless baby was trampled by hyper preschoolers.

Then we tried to find a hot dog. The line was SO long - maybe we really are in a depression. The hayride line was almost as bad. It was like being at Disney World during a school vacation. And when people bumped into me - I guess they have forgotten how to look down - they glared at ME. Sorry my unborn child got in your way, assholes.

Of course, my current walking style may have put them off. You see, I am no longer waddling. Waddling would imply that I could move my hips separately. Which I can't anymore. I have to swagger these days, so descended is my child. I look like a gangbanger wannabe trapped in a pregnant woman's body. Hell, even my pants are falling down. And the only thing the hides the belly is a hoodie. And my hair is completely out of control - maybe I should just get a do-rag to complete the picture?

And if anyone stares at me too long, I could just tell them to suck my dick.

(Thanks, Roseanne)

Damn, now I'm sorry we didn't stay and wait in all the long lines. Instead, we went to a local nursery and paid for hayrides. Which was probably the better choice, seeing as the whole thing was supposed to be for the children's enjoyment - and not a way for me to take out my hostility on the world at large.

(Speaking of which, Amy Poehler had her baby yesterday. I am so bitter - I thought she was due after me!)