Let me clarify my statement, because I don't want anyone to misunderstand my feelings.
I am NOT glad that Rush Limbaugh cannot maintain a hard-on. Erectile dysfunction is a horrible thing. I once had an episode of performance anxiety myself, and it was beyond embarrassing. I do not wish erectile dysfunction on anyone. It is a nightmare that no one should have to suffer.
That being said, why I do have to pretend I care about Rush Limbaugh's flaccid noodle? That I'm "praying" for it? That I send out my thoughts to his wife?
I don't.
I don't care about Rush Limbaugh's lifeless wang. At all. And I'm not going to pretend I do just to appease the wingnuts.
So no, I'm not going to pray for Rush Limbaugh's sagging Johnson. I'm sorry to hear he can't run his flag up the pole, and that's about it. Beyond that, I'm not wasting another thought on that dirtbag.
There are lots of people in this world with erectile dysfunction. There are people suffering in this country and throughout the world right now because Rush Limbaugh has helped push this administration's talking points and spread its propaganda.
This doesn't mean I'm happy Rush Limbaugh's penis has wilted. I'm not. I'm just not praying for it.
Not me.
I'll save my prayers for those who don't devote themselves to enabling suffering and death, and apologizing for its agents.
I'll pray for those with erectile dysfunction who are fighting to end the senseless war in Iraq. I'll pray for those with erectile dysfunction who don't lie every day just to feed bigotry and sell books.
I am not saying people who wish Rush Limbaugh the best of luck with his floppy John Thomas aren't being sincere. I'm sure they are.
But I just don't care about Rush Limbaugh's tiny, slack, dangling root, and I won't pretend that I do.