ABOVE: Bob Tyrrell explains the secret of his
youthful good looks
Of all the wingnuts rushing to the defense of the bloated drug-addict and radio yacker Rush Limbaugh, certainly the most entertaining instance has been watching Bob “Don’t Call Me Emmet” Tyrrell wheedle his scabrous tongue up the talk show host’s tail pipe as he does in his latest column at Clown Hall:
“Rush is the bloated face and drug-addled voice of the Republican Party,” Paul Begala is quoted as saying by The Washington Post [“Teehee” – says Tintin]. Begala is asseverating1 on Rush Limbaugh, the most popular radio commentator in the country, but alas, one who disagrees with Begala. I think it speaks volumes about Begala’s obliviousness that he would bring up physical traits in attempting to make some political point.
Of course, here at SadlyNo! it is the first fricking bullet point in our mission statement that we strive to ridicule the personal appearance of right-wing pundits, bloggers and politicians. But we certainly understand Bob’s outrage at such a juvenile tactic and are quite, quite sure he would never stoop to such a thing himself.
Has he beheld himself in a mirror lately?
Oopsie-doodle, Bob just couldn’t help himself, could he? And the first teensy crack in the dam releases a tragic flood of looksism from Bob who, we might maturely add, has obviously not beheld his own damn self in a mirror lately either.
Even friends know him as “The Skull,” owing to his cadaverous countenance. You may only have seen him on television. I have had the gruesome experience of seeing him in the flesh. We were in the makeup room being cosmeticized2 for appearances on a cable television show. The artiste3 attending to the crevices, the gullies and the bumps of Begala’s unfortunate face had to apply so much makeup to it that when he left the makeup room, it looked as though he was wearing plaster of Paris. During the ensuing debate, he may have laughed at one or two of my jokes4, or he may have frowned. It was impossible to tell. His ghoulish features were covered up completely.
Daaayum, girl. Guys don’t normally get that upset about someone else being called ugly unless, of course, its about someone they happen to be fucking at the moment. Now isn’t that a lovely image?
1Apparently “asseverate” was today’s word on Bob’s word-of-the-day calendar, and he was hell-bent on using it even though there was little that was solemn about Begala’s dig.
2Somebody has been attending classes at Pastor Swank’s Academy of Fine Writing.
3French for artist; Republican English for big old flaming fairy, as in our new interior decorator is such an artiste.
4The normal responses to Bob’s “jokes” are normally not laughter but instead are nervous twinges followed by weary exclamations of “Ohhhhh, Grampa!”