WHEN I SEE Rush Limbaugh hysterically vibrating in a video clip on some news show it occurs to me that here is a man in the final stages of dissipated human behavior. A side show spectacle, really. He screams. He bounces. He pounds his desk. He slurs. He is fully out of control, which leads him to froth that President Obama has a world class ego for mentioning his own children in an expression of sympathy for the Aurora shooting vicitims.
What the hell is that all about, Rushbo?
He would have been a perfect fit for the special bizarre attrractions at the old Steel Pier in
Atlantic City where one could be awed by a headless lady who appeared to be fully aware of questions by responding through tubes that curved like a bunch of sink faucets plugged into the top of her neck.
It was awesome to a youngster - and probably to the adults who believed it was all for real. (Modern Dittoheads in Rushspeak.)
Rushbo could have been a roly-poly man bouncing high on a trampoline with an apple lodged between his lips.
Is it fair to ask whether we have a deranged man in our media midst? Yes, it is fair.