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Edited on Fri Sep-14-07 02:27 PM by 11 Bravo
Dear Rush, For some reason (incipient masochism, perhaps?) I opted to tune into your show this afternoon in order to obtain the wingnut take on the President's speech. You were positively giddy. At one point you were in full, jowl-jiggling guffaw, as you described how, in your opinion, Congressional Democrats are infuriated and befuddled by Bush's proclaimed intention to prolong his war indefinitely. This, for you, appears to be a cause for great hilarity. Let me explain something to you Rushie. The so-called "Bush doctrine" means more dead GIs. Agree or disagree, the thought of dead troops could only give a brain-dead chickenhawk ideologue like yourself a case of the giggles. You see, Rush, while you were sneaking your illegal Viagra into a country which is infamous as a destination for pedophile sex-tourists, American grunts were spilling their blood on the sands of Iraq. Tell me, you pus-gutted clown, what exactly about that amuses you? Unlike you, Rush, when my time came, I put on a green suit. Hell, I even managed to pick up a few of those decorations that your buddies at the '04 Republican Convention mocked with their cute little purple band-aids. (That hurt, but I eventually came to terms with the fact that it was just politics.) But you're another story, Rush. It's not just politics with you. You don't have the guts to step into ANY arena, be it combat OR an election. No, you're all about making money, and that places you on a different, and more contemptible level. You laugh at the prospect of dead grunts just to make a buck. That makes it personal. I hope to have the opportunity to meet you in person, just to tell you to your face exactly what a slimy piece of shit you truly are. If so, I hope that I convey my contempt in terms sufficiently inflammatory to prompt you to try and lift that flabby ass up and out your double-wide love seat and down to the nearest recruiting office.
on edit: typo
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