Fun With Play-Dough

Rewind about 12 ½ years; I am brand new to America, and I turn on what I think is Public Radio:

Husband: “What on earth are you listening to?”

Me: “I think it’s stand-up. This guy is doing a really over-the-top impression of some right wing asshole. He’s pretty good.”

Husband: “No, sweetheart, that’s Rush Limbaugh”.

Me: “Who is Rush Limbaugh?”

Who is Rush Limbaugh, indeed. Oh, how I wish I could return to my pre-Rush, naively happy days when I had never heard he existed. When the pill popping came out, I sighed with relief; surely now he would lose his job, crawl back into his hole and die bitter and alone. But no, for some strange reason this man is still on the radio, spouting nonsense, and dangerous nonsense at that. What’s worse, he actually acts like his opinion matters. Shutting him up is like trying to kill a cockroach with a ballet slipper. Maybe, when Obama wins in November, he will have a heart attack; dare to hope.

Meantime, sorting through the FLDS family tree is harder than trying to make sense of Anne Rice’s Mayfair connections, and considerably less fun. Meantime, www.2wives.com continues to thrive. It’s a useful site for those people that watch all this unfold, and think, well, I’m not that religious, but polygamy is something that sounds attractive… But watch out: they don’t want to help you if you don’t plan on telling your wife she’s not the only one. They also don’t service women that want more than one husband. Bastards.