It’s been a while since I listened to the Esteemed Mr. Limbaugh regularly, and with the “I hope he fails” kerfluffle, I have taken him up again.  I agree with Rush.

I hope Barack Obama fails.

I hope he fails because despite the direction he claims to want to take this country, despite the golden paradise he claims to want for us all, there are only two possibilities given the ruinous policies he is enacting, an the path he has set us on with these proven losers:]

1) He’s mad as a hatter.

2) He’s a lying sack of shit.

Being a liberal politician, it is entirely possible probable damn near certain both of these are true, but let’s throw his Messiahness a bone, and say that in this particular instance, only one of these is operative.

He’s trying to take this country to ruin, whether he believes he is or not, and I hope the fuck he fails.

And I don’t want to hear shit from Newt Fucking Gingrinch, Chris Buckley, Peggy Noonan, Kathy Parker, or any other right-wing liberal assbags.  You shitheels and your “Just like the Democrats but not quite as much” approach to “Being Republican” are what have brought the Party of Reagan to its knees.  Fuck you.  Fuck you all. Fuck you all long, and hard, and with a syphilitic camel cock.

Just fuck you.  Did I say that?

We had a principled conservative on the last ticket and you RINO, effete, chardonnay sipping, country-club Rockefeller Republicans did your damndest to sneer all over her.  She didn’t go to a fine enough school for you.  You didn’t like her accent.  She gave her kids “funny” names.  She hunted.  She got her hands dirty.  She didn’t have servants, or send her kids to some boarding school, she shopped at Wal-Mart, prayed, and was pro-life - she was just “Not our kind of people” enough for you.

Guess what, dickbrain?  Sarah Palin is ME.  I don’t have an Ivy League degree, I have a hilljack accent, my kids are named after historical figures, I hunt, work with my hands, wouldn’t have a servant to save my life, raised my kids, worked hard to send them to Catholic school, shop at Wal-Mart, go to a “fundamentalist” Catholic church (Latin Mass), and am also pro-life.  So all your looking down your nose at her, is looking down your booger-laden snoot at me, you Ivy-League turd.  So if she is too rustic for you to vote for - Well, I’m too rustic to give you my vote too.

Got that, mother fuckers?  Do you make the fucking connection yet?  Is there a light starting to come on in that latte-addled skull of yours yet?

Is there any motherfucking doubt - after me and mine stayed home in droves in 2006 and 2008 after giving an unpopular president the biggest vote total to that date in 2004 to return him to office - that we mean exactly what the fuck we say?  Are we clear as a fucking bell?

Here was your referendum for 2008 - The question was, are we - with Sarah Palin as our proxy - good enough to be in your club, and do you give a fuck what we think or want?  It was voted down.  Buckley.  Noonan. Parker. All the rest of you voiced in, held your nose, made gagging sounds, endorsed an avowed socialist, and made gagging “EWWWWWWWWWW!” noises.  You failed.

No, not just fail.

EPIC FAIL.

We, your base, are sick and tired of being crapped on and introduced like your backwoods cousin who just ain’t quite right in the head.  So it ends.  This is your notice.  You will henceforth pick us up in your limo, pin a corsage on us with your own two hands, and get out of the limo, walk around, take our arm and stride proudly up the red carpet at the front door, or you can go to the prom by yourself.  And get your fucking blowjob afterwards from that tramp Hillary.

And we’ll find our own party, an our own ride to the prom and bring our own date.  Or you can go in the other limo if you can’t stand to ride with us.  We don’t give a fuck.

George the Elder fucked us with his “No New Taxes” lie.

Newt Gingrich fucked us with his “Well, yeah, we promised to bring that to a vote, and we did, and voted it down” lie.  Bullshit, Newt.  You came in our mouth after all.

You fuckers went along with spending during Clinton and Bush II like a bunch of drunken sailors on shore leave in a Filipino whorehouse after payday, and after a year at sea.

You fuckers have gone along with every hare-brained Democratic spending plan that came down the pike.  You have sloughed off Souters on us for the USSC.  You tried to stick us with Harriet fucking Meirs.  You’ve fucked us on Welfare reform.  Immigration.  Defense.  You’re a bunch of fucking noodlespines, who have governed not like a majority party, but like the nerds elected Class President who are trying to be popular with the same jocks who gave you wedgies and swirlies for years.

Now, enter Michael Steele, who does his best attempt at a Barack Obama impresssion by trying to throw Rush Limbaugh - the only son-of-a-bitch who has consistantly been banging the conservative drum for twenty years - under the bus, and because we rise up and say “No more, apologize, or fuck off” this is somehow our fault?

WE are divisive?

We are the ones “fracturing” the Republican coalition?

Kiss my lily-white-despite-being-part-Redskin ASS.  I will bend over, and you pucker up and lay one on me, you shit-for-brains bunch of pantywastes.

He’s a suggestion - how about you start acting like a party that actualy has some principled differences with the Socialist Democrat Party?  How about some lower taxes action - not just the rhetoric?  How about taking stands which may lead to you not be invited to Brie-and-wine parties? (I know ObamamamammaMessiah is serving Kobe Beef these days, but I’ll grill you a T-Bone.)  How about acting like “God” isn’t a four letter word?  How about, the next time some Politically Correct weak sister gets their panties in a knot, you tell them to get over themselves, take a valium, and call their fucking therapist if they feel thweatened?

How about the next time someone tries to rip on Me - Rush - whoever - Your Mister Steele says, “Hey - you’re making an argument from a false premise, and I’m not going to play your game” and then proceeds to articulate some conservative PRINCIPLES - and defend them - and make the case for them - and start extrapolating some policy based off of them?  He looks weak because he did a weak thing - he tried to be buddy-buddy with HIS MORTAL FUCKING POLITICAL ENEMY and got called on it.  Time to own up, be a man, and dig into them.

How about some smaller government?  Belt tightening at that level?  Yeah - people will whine.  Grow a thick skin.

You’ve got your shorts in a wad because I and people like me want Obama to fail at ruining this country and you’re “afwaid” the Democrats will twist it?  Who was it, Reagan, who said that if he walked out on the Potomac River, pulled a drowned man out, and brought him back to life the next day the NYT would have as its headlines “Reagan Can’t Swim!?”  What the fuck else do they do, exactly?

Wanting the country to fail?  You had Code Pink - one of the Democrat Proxies - campaigning outside Walter Reed hospital for how many years protesting our wounded soldiers from Iraq?  You want some “Wanting America to Fail” look at that shit.

How about the next time some liberal knocks you down, instead of getting up and striking some Marquis of Queensbury pose and saying “Bad form, old chaOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMPH!” get up and kick them in the fucking balls for a change?  Maybe act like you might want to win the fight instead of being a “sporting” corpse?

Your homework, RINO fucks - decide whether or not you want your base in your party.  And if you do, start working on growing a fucking pair.

Your call.  Decide. Now.

Over and out.