I love living in a country where Rush Limbaugh can call Sandra Fluke whatever name he damn well pleases. I do. I think the beauty of living in the land of the free is that this isn’t Nazi Germany and we are allowed to voice our opinions, we are allowed to make complete assholes of ourselves, and we can do so at our own peril. I’m not going to write about Rush Limbaugh having had four wives and zero children. I’m not going to write about his stint in rehab (I wonder if insurance picked up any of that tab?) I’m going to write about Rush having the right to say what is on his mind. You want to call a law student a slut, have fun. You want to take her stance and twist it to a point where it is unrecognizable. That is your deal. But here is the flip side of the coin –
I have the right to boycott any product that advertises with him. I have the right to call him an asshole. I have the right to question if he is able to father children. I have the right to call him a pill popping elitist (because those who smoke crack and live on the streets are so far beneath a guy who has money and abuses prescription medications).
He has the right to spew hate speech. He has the right to be a dick. He has the right to be ignorant. It is our job as human beings to ignore him. It is our job to avoid his sponsors. To tune him out. To change the station. To say, “Fuck you Rush.” Because after this whole Sandra Fluke thing where he so badly distorted the truth he needs to be held accountable. He can say whatever he wants. It is only our problem if we chose to listen.
Tune out Rush.