Rush Limbaugh, Pat Robertson Oh My

Deep Sigh.

Rush Limbaugh is one of those guys I hate going out to dinner with. You know the type: no matter what subject is being discussed, he hijacks the conversation. He is the guy who loves to hear himself talk and if you can pull yourself out of your boredom coma long enough to make a comment, his mind is busy thinking of what he will say next. Furthermore, your dinner companion thinks he is always right and may be only marginally educated on the subject. In the end, the entire dinner party is spent listening to this boor go on and on and everyone ends up being home by 9:30 pm. Of course, I have never had dinner with Rush Limbaugh. I'm just saying . . . .

I dislike self-absorbed windbags. They are my least favorite type of person. And in the case of Limbaugh, his comments are inflammatory, and get a lot of attention. I actually think he was stretching a bit this time. He had to dig deep to criticize President Obama on his response to the earthquake in Haiti. Limbaugh said that Obama's response was motivated by politics and that he was trying to garner favor with dark-skinned black people. That's all you got, Rush?

Personally, I don't care what the President's motives are. He behaved in a manner in which I think the President of the United States should behave: with authority, and speed, and decisiveness. He didn't offer too little (I am recalling the paltry 50 million a previous President offered to Thailand after the tsunami) and he urged Americans to do what they can. The White House posted a phone number which supplies a list of reputable places to donate money towards relief efforts. Getting Americans who were in Haiti out of Haiti after the earthquake was deemed a priority and planes were made available to get them out. Seems reasonable to me. Haiti has one doctor for every 10,000 people. Estimates are that there may be more than 100,000 people dead, and almost every building in Port-Au-Prince has collapsed. I am having a hard time believing that Obama sat down and weighed the political ramifications of quick response and humanitarian aid. I am more inclined to believe that the man did what he thought he should do based on his job description. Luckily, Obama seems to understand his job. Remember Katrina, Mr. Limbaugh? That's all I've got to say about that.

Now, Pat Robertson is a different case. He is your crazy uncle. That overly religious one, the one that you avoid at family gatherings because if he gets your attention, he's going to give you unwanted religious advice. Awkward. Isn't this the same man who thought one of the Teletubbies was gay because it carried a purse? Why are we listening to him? Clearly, the Teletubbies are Asexual. Pat Robertson claims that Haiti caused their own earthquake because they made a pact with the Devil. Hmm, can you say coo-coo? Insensitive much, Pat? This is all over the news, but I imagine at home, when he makes these statements, that the family just ignores him. The look at each other knowingly, and his wife pats his hand and says "That's nice dear."

Ah, I feel better now.