April 17, 2008


Missing Rush Limbaugh: A look ahead (Robert Ferrigno, 4/16/08, National Review)

Rush Limbaugh wasn’t sorry either. After he got bounced off the U.S. airwaves, Rush had set up a pirate station in the Bahamas, a real blowtorch, powerful enough to reach across the country. It had been a problem for a while, then Barry had stationed the coast guard up and down the whole east coast to jam the broadcasts. Cost a lot of money, but there was plenty now since Barry cut the defense budget by 2/3 after the Iranians promised to play nice. Must be nice to be able to get that through congress. He had slashed the military too, but the republicans squealed like feeder pigs before a luau. Barry … President Obama just blathered something about hope and everybody on both sides of the aisle swooned. Hope we can be friends. Hope we can trust you to keep your word. Hope we don’t get attacked. Hope this.

He checked his reflection in the smudged mirror. Ran a hand through his hair. Didn’t look right … all flattened down on one side. He used to travel with his own hair stylist, woman who used to work on Leo DiCaprio, for gracious sake. Now he got a quick comb-through from a high-school drama teacher and they sent him out with his cowlicks stuck down with a gob of spit. Heck of a world.

He blamed Hillary. Bad enough she had lost the election, but what was worse, she had won the divorce. So much for community property, she got just about everything, all thanks to that friend of the court brief filed on Hillary’s behalf by Associate Justice Gloria Allred. Hillary got the cash, the stock, the house in D.C. and the one in that town upstate New York which he could never spell right. He got his presidential pension and a free pass to his own library in Little Rock. Big Whoop. Especially since the tax rates had been bumped up to sixty percent.

Immediately after the divorce, the foreign speaking gigs dried up, and the hedge fund boys booted him off their corporate boards. Oh, he missed the money, but even more than that, he missed the attention, the five-star hotels, the sense of . . . specialness. No more Air Force One, no more parades, no more weeks at Gstaad with George Soros and the fellahs. It had been months since Anderson Cooper called to chat, and Spielberg didn’t bother sending a birthday card this year. Even his Secret Service detail has been narrowed to one old timer with an arthritic hip and a couple of trainees.

Posted by Orrin Judd at April 17, 2008 10:06 AM


I've one chapter left to read on "Prayers for the Assassin". I'll finish tonight and pick up "Sins" this weekend. Facinating book - thanks for the recommend!

Posted by: Shelton at April 17, 2008 12:53 PM

Entertaining, yes, but impossible to suspend disbelief.

Posted by: Bruno at April 17, 2008 2:40 PM

Yes, when would Americans ever choose a more Puritanical government over a secular regime?

Posted by: oj at April 17, 2008 5:55 PM

Like everytime they vote!
BTW, "Sins" is a suck book from the word "go"!
An impossible "future history", a villain who is ten to the tenth smarter than any living being ever, including Ian Fleming's super villains, and an author who believes super explicit sex scenes add to the story.
68 pages in I put it aside for that day, it'll never come, when the only other thing to read is something by James Joyce
For really good reading, try Berenson's two:
and the sequel:

Posted by: Mike at April 17, 2008 7:32 PM