When Adam was a newborn, I was usually the one who fed him at night or sat up with him if he couldn't sleep, since I worked nights, and was up anyway.
One night while I sat up with him, I turned the television on. I got the notion to turn on Rush Limbaugh; I criticized and made fun of him so much, I figured I should actually watch him a little bit.
Within five minutes, I couldn't take it anymore. They flashed a picture of Chelsea Clinton, who was then about 13 years old and Limbaugh quipped something about "the White House dog." I was aghast. Was this what all the right-wing nuts thought was so clever? A guy making a joke that a mean junior high schooler might make?
I guess Ms. Clinton's got the last laugh, though. Years later, she's a beautiful young woman and Rush is a fat old jowly drug-addicted asshole.