i love Rush Limbaugh.
The Rush.
whenever he talks about my people(s) i get the feeling that i'm secretly in possession of awesome superpowers and unwavering perseverance.
as a triple minority - that's a queer, multi-racial woman - i'm also a triple threat.
quadruple, if you count the liberal thing.
apparently, the world is my baby seal and my penchants for women, racial ambiguity, and welfare make up a club of evil that's three times the size and weight of the usual brand.
who knows what kind of hijinks The Debauchatron can get the world into? says The Rush - the only man/superman with the ability to send my cohorts and me straight to Lim-baugh.
what with my superspeed and invisibility, not only can i infiltrate schools and brainwash children into queerness, but i can also run brown people across the border and into the workplace!
...or, at least, into obscure, menial jobs that go unseen to the untrained eye.
i should get a cape.
or at least lose the love-handles so i can fit into some spandex.
