Mount Rush Less

Rush Fucking Limbaugh.

“What does it say about the college co-ed Susan Fluke (sic) who goes before a congressional committee and essentially says that she must be paid to have sex — what does that make her? It makes her a slut, right? It makes her a prostitute.
She wants to be paid to have sex,” Limbaugh continued. “She’s having so much sex she can’t afford the contraception.
“I will buy all of the women at Georgetown University as much aspirin to put between their knees as they want.
So Miss Fluke, and the rest of you Feminazis, here’s the deal,” Limbaugh said on his radio show Thursday. “If we are going to pay for your contraceptives, and thus pay for you to have sex, we want something for it. We want you to post the videos online so we can all watch.”

Rush Fucking Limbaugh.

This is what I think.
I think, yes, all women, every single one of us, should put an aspirin between our legs, for oh, let’s say, a week OR SO, and say: Hey boys, NO more sex.
NO. MORE. SEX.
NO MORE.
NOPE.
NOT A CHANCE IN HELL.
You treat us like shit, the candy store is closed. CLOSED.

BECAUSE THE THING IS, THE KICKER – the real honest to goodness kicker – WE WOMEN ARE WAY MORE POWERFUL THAN MEN. WAY MORE POWERFUL THAN RUSH LIMBAUGH, OR RICK SANTORUM, or any of these right wing political freaks.

We have brought YOU to YOUR knees, we have made YOU apologize over & over for YOUR bad behavior, YOUR indecent sex acts, YOUR horrific sexual scandals, YOUR infidelity, YOUR sexual prowess, and YOUR cheating and lies.

We women have so much power.
Men cower in the corner because of us.
They feign stupidity, along with their shame, because of us.
They cover up their lies because of us.
And then they try to keep us small, invisible, unimportant.
They try to diminish us.
Destroy us.
Humiliate and embarrass us.
Try to prove over and over and over that we don’t matter.

Without us, there is no power.
We are the power.
We are the engine.
We are the steam.
WE ARE LIFE.
PERIOD.

Rush Limbaugh, I got news for you. I love being a slut. I love my contraceptives. I love knowing that I can walk into a Rite Aid, slide my script over to my pharmacist, and say to him: FILL ME UP. GIVE IT TO ME.

And you know what Rush: keep your small little unhappy penis in your pants because contrary to all rumors, it’s no longer welcome standing at attention, all red (white) and throbbing blue…

And one more thing Rush:

VAGINAS ARE GOD.

And God wants you to shut the fuck up.

NOW.

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8 Responses to “Mount Rush Less”

Madgew
March 3rd, 2012 at 12:16 am
Fuck Rush and the horse he rode in on. I hope all his advertisers pull out and he is fired. He is such a complete prick because he doesn’t have a functioning one.
DEBRA MCGRATH
March 3rd, 2012 at 9:32 am
Right on Sister! Every single word. Gold.
Debbie
March 3rd, 2012 at 2:14 pm
DITTO!!!!! I can’t stand that impotent, sick fuck! Honestly Amy, no one, NO ONE can get me as angry and pissed off as him! I’ve posted the Petition for get him off the air on my blog and on facebook. HE NEEDS TO GO!!!! Stupid, hypocritcal, pill-popping, can’t-get-it-up without Viagra, FAT PIG. UGH!!!!!
Judy N
March 3rd, 2012 at 10:21 pm
Yes!!!

Maddow notes that Rush doesn’t even understand how birth control works since he implies that you have to take a pill every time you have sex.
Meathead!!!
Vickie Stahl
March 4th, 2012 at 1:28 pm
Why does women’s rights become an issue during every political campaign? Every time one of these assholes open their mouth, I cringe…thanks for saying what so many of us feel.
Hollye Dexter
March 4th, 2012 at 1:41 pm
It’s like we’re watching him fall on his sword in slow-motion.

Keep talkin’, rush.
Your ignorant blatherings only make us more powerful.
Debra DeAngelo
March 4th, 2012 at 4:43 pm
Give him HELL, Amy! He so has it coming! Love this!!!!!
DONALD SANDERS
March 5th, 2012 at 3:50 am
Damn girl! You’re scaring the hell out of me! All I know is that my wife is smarter than I am and when she gets back from Hawaii I’m in deep shit! There is something growing on the stove and I don’t know how big it will be by Friday. I’m going to have to by new dishes too, and towells, all the plants are dead, and I messed up the bookshelf. She is going to know that I looked at her damned Nancy Drew books. I can’t find my damned to-do-list! I am soo dead!
She sent me a picture of the glass table in her hotel room and told me that it was a pic of thr ocean from a helicopter! She said the burnt frenchfry was a baby whale. I looked like a baby whale-how the hell am I supposed to know? What can I say? I’ve always been afraid of girls.