Thursday, October 20, 2005

The man who holds the patent on the testicle lockbox jacks up his troops

Rush Limbaugh drinking sweet mint tea with Sean Hannity, pinkies up.
HANNITY: You ever envision a day Hillary Rodham Clinton's elected president in this country?
LIMBAUGH: You know, interesting question. People always mention Hillary's name to me, "Rush, Rush, what about Hillary?"
Brace yourself for the trademarked Limbaugh wit.
She puts her pants on one leg at a time like every other guy. She doesn't scare me.

That declaration is significant. Limbaugh is starting to recalibrate his Hillary fear-mongering in anticipation of the 2008 election. But it's a delicate process.

Limbaugh must do some fine-tuning of the nympho-bull-dyke feminazi mythology -- you know, Hillary the castro-convertible who makes guys put their manhood in a testicle lockbox, a phrase he takes great personal pride in. (Creepy, I know.)

Master propagandists understand that in the run up to a war, you must demonize the enemy to get troops psyched and outraged and willing to sacrifice and kill -- but at some point the enemy must be de-demonized to a degree as well, to avoid paralyzing fear.

And getting de-balled must be a huge fear for Limbaugh and his listeners.
I don't think looking at things through the prism of fear is going to accomplish anything…. You know, this woman is one of the most divisive political figures in the country. And I think a thorough examination of her in debates will illustrate she's not the smartest woman in the world and there's no reason to be afraid of her.
And so Limbaugh comforts his fretting dittoheads: Clutch not your balls when you hear the metallic clank of Hillary's testicle lockbox. Hate her, but fear her not.

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