It happens sometimes in the course of human history that history ends.
The nosebleed dries up. The shifting patterns on the constantly melting walls congeal and reveal a destiny.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Rush Limbaugh has died.
If hatred, bigotry, and the veneer of lip service to our divine idols will not save such a golden throated cow-man from the underworld, what hope is there for survival, for any of us.
“He’s in a better place now.”
We are men of action… Lies do not become us.