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.
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.
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.
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.