Absolutely. And it would solve the problem of what to do with what's left when we chop Michael Moore down to size. But wait. There's only one Dennis Kucinich. Is there a dwarf university anywhere?

Let's carry this further. Shall we give everyone eyes like Nansky? Can we sacrifice all the lemurs in the world?

Commissar Theocritus wrote:Whether the truth is true is quite beside the point; anything which seems to be a chink in the dyke...

Theo, the Chairman and I need a director for our next "adult" movie. You in?

By all means. I'll edit it in iMovie HD. And come to think of it, a blue movie, and I mean blue, starring Margaret Cho and Rosie would be well entitled <i>A Chink in the Dyke</i>.

Where is that Doc Johnson catalog? Bruno? Bruno! You told me you were only going to order from Victoria's secret and you've been ordering from Doc Johnson! I <i>know</i> they don't have stiletto sling-back fuck-me-sailor pumps your size, and I told you so, but you are NOT TO ORDER FROM DOC JOHNSON. STAY AT HOME.

I feel so unappreciated.

And your legs would look like bottle brushes in them anyway.

I'm going home.

Commissar Theocritus wrote:Absolutely. And it would solve the problem of what to do with what's left when we chop Michael Moore down to size. But wait. There's only one Dennis Kucinich. Is there a dwarf university anywhere?

Let's carry this further. Shall we give everyone eyes like Nansky? Can we sacrifice all the lemurs in the world?

Your cynicism is delicious and catching on. But I didn't think that.

- Comrad and Bolshevik sympathisor Trexborg

Cynical? Moi? Pas de tout! I'm a mere realist. I look at the Glorious People's Revolution in November of 2006 and my rheumy eyes tear up, realizing that it is indeed possible to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.

But there are times that I realize that Valentino could take a #500 sow, put it in his finest dress of platinum lamé, bag and glasses by Prada, and have Mark Stewart chauffeur her around in Elizabeth II's Bentley and when the door opened, it would still be a pig in a frock.

...Hillary! How are you? So long since you've come. Hillary, is there something in your eye? Why is it twitching. Hillary, you're hurting me, stop that, or Bruno won't pick the ticks off your back. Hillary, this is Theocritus, remember? I'm the one who filled that swimming pool with virgin's blood for you and even bought the cumidin factory to keep it from clotting for your beauty bath! And see how good you look?

...Bruno. Look at that fat cow. You could braid her dewlaps...

Hillary! Don't tell me you've had some work done! Who could tell?

...Bruno, I carve turkeys better than that shit-faced drunk. Remember the time that you got in a rage and took a knife to that da Vinci we liberated with the pictures we had of that cardinal? Much better knife work than that...

Hillary, you don't even need make-up! Wonderful.

Ah. That's better now. Will you have a quart of 0 positive with some Aquavit?

Who can argue with such flawless insanity? I'll take the Aquavit, but really where is the republican candidate that can best her? Perhaps their plan includes channeling the late Ronald Reagan - oops someone else thought of that!

I just can't see President Huckabee - WAIT what about President Biden? nah not socialist enough... maybe that kook from Alaska... UGH I guess we might as well pucker up and get ready for Her Majesty HRC. Cart me off now.

Dearest Dr. P wrote:Theo, the Chairman and I need a director for our next "adult" movie. You in?

He better be in, Dr. P! I didn't go out of my way hiring Steven Spielberg to direct this thing for nothing! No sir!

Commissar Theocritus wrote:Mark Stewart chauffeur her around in Elizabeth II's Bentley

Ugh, don't let me ever hear anything about a chauffeur again! I'm still raw about the the whole Commissar Roscoe incident... you know, when he picked up Dr. P and I in a dumpy FORD TAURUS!!! My goodness, I nearly soiled myself belting out the make and model of that prole auto! Mmm, let this be a lesson to all up and coming Commissars that WE WILL NOT TOLERATE SECOND RATE VEHICLES TO TOOL PARTY INNER-CIRCLE MEMBERS AROUND! And so help me if you make a stop at some fast food joint with Dr. P and me in the car... SO HELP ME! If anything we should be driven around the posh parts of town in at least a Rolls Royce which is the bare minimum. Is that so much to ask for? I mean, am I reaching for the stars here?

Speaking of total failures, Dr. P and I recently had dinner with two old comrades at some swanky L.A eatery where all the Hollywood elites stalk. Oh yes, Comrade Frank and his idiot wife Julia (who was drunk and going on and on about her son getting into Harvard) had the nerve to order a steak in our presence... A STEAK, COMRADES! A STEAK! I nearly fell out of my chair and poor Dr. P puked all over some young couple sitting at the table next to us after seeing murder served on a hot plate. Complete and utter embarrassment, comrades! I had no other choice after being privy to such a travesty but to rise from my seat and slap that bitch Julia square in the jaw as I threw her murdered steak into Frank's face. Of course Frank fell out of his chair with the hot steak on his face, bumped his head on the back of some woman's chair and lied there unconscious. Julia on the other hand fell to the floor after I slapped her and then some idiot waiter dropped a keg he was carrying to the bar smack dab on Julia's rancid face... she died right there and then to everyone else's horror. So what did Dr. P and I have? Well, we had two dinner guest, one unconscious and one voting Democrat and no one else present to pay the check. Upon realizing that Julia and Frank would no longer be joining us for the evening, Dr. P and I looked at each other, looked around the restaurant for any witnesses (thank Lenin everyone else around us rushed to Julia in an effort to resuscitate her), wiped our mouths with the fine silk napkins, threw them down on the table and darted towards the door undetected. All the patrons could see as we fled the restaurant was two progressives jumping into their Escalade and the sound of the wheels squealing us away to safety. Yes, I know what you're thinking, it is indeed the seventh dine-n-dash this week for Dr. P and I - but you would do the same too if you had two rude dinner guest incapable of footing the bill because one is knocked out and the other one is voting Democrat. Ugh, total embarrassment and a huge let down on Frank and Julia's part! Don't expect either Dr. P or I at the funeral. At least not after that snub and total let down! People shouldn't just die and become unconscious when they are responsible for paying the check for the other two… oh, and also responsible for leaving a reasonable tip! Disgusting, absolutely disgusting and a night I will never forget! And so help me; their kid will not be attending Harvard after this episode! No sir!

Red Wrote

Thanks for bringing up my favorite picture in the series.

Here's Laika's:
It has a certain Maurice Sendak feel to it....and it brings back childhood memories.
Ahhh...forced re-education, being sent to the gulag, and having your rations cut!
(Sent to bed without supper)
Maybe it could have been titled Where the Commie Things Are.

Meow, I never did get tell you the secret of jumping checks. Have Robert Blake come along with you and when he shoots his current wife you can get away in the hub-bub. Or you could make Gary Condit make the waitress merely disappear. By the time the body is found in Rock Creek Park, you'll have walked at least 350 checks, on current form alone.

Trexborg, here at the Cube we have placed all our hopes behind Our Many Titted Empress, Hillary H8. Only she has the steely ambition, insatiable power lust, shamelessness and sociopathic disregard for others for our taste. Also, what a liar. Her first book was written by Barbara Feinman Todd, a journalism professor, and the publisher was supposed to pay for the ghost, which was of course a concession to Our Many Titted Empress' sterling qualities. Plus she had made inquiries about the health of their families.

The book was well received by people who would receive well a bloody carpet remnant, er, used tampon, from H8, and Our Empress embarked on a newspaper column, the better to keep her phiz in front of the American Public. She had to job out the Photoshop for the dateline picture; the camera not only adds #10 but the best plastic surgeons cannot really mask the scars of tusk removal.

Hillary gave Barbara Fineman the privilege of writing the column for her, which Ms. Todd, burned by the radiance of Mrs. Clinton and her patrician manners and breeding, decided that she's had quite enough for a lifetime, and so declined. Our Empress, never having been thwarted before, then called the publisher and demanded that they not pay the woman who did the work, even though it would cost Mrs. Clinton nothing. This last bit from a friend, an author, who shares the same publisher.

What a gal! I defy you to match that for sheer spitefulness, meanness, bossiness, and just being the biggest grade-A asshole in the DNC, and <i>that's</i> an accomplishment, Trexborg.

That's why I'm for her. Although when she comes to Rancho del Rio Grande in Texas, I insist, out of courtesy of course, that Bruno load her luggage and X-ray it on the way out. I lost a lot of good stuff that way.

Speaking of, Meow, when are you coming back? I have a few more tasty women for you. And we can fly in my new black helicopter and buzz the camp of the Nature Conservancy here. What a kick. It's like making a Level 2 diabetic drink a jar of honey, or listen to Wagner's entire Ring.

Hmmm, can we force a Level 2 diabetic to drink a jar of honey on the helicopter while blasting Wagner as we fly over your proles and gun them down like the dogs they are?? If so, I would be happy to fly out there this weekened... nothing like scratching a pleb here and there to get one's mind off the daily grind of Party work.

Speaking of Party work, our AFL-CIO hacks are throwing together a tee ball debate for Her Excellency and those other people tonight on BSNBC. I think Keith Ogremann is "moderating" this event... or should I say setting up the soft questions on their tees??

Commissar Theocritus wrote: Although when she comes to Rancho del Rio Grande in Texas, I insist, out of courtesy of course, that Bruno load her luggage and X-ray it on the way out. I lost a lot of good stuff that way.

Good News, Theo! I have arranged for a new, dedicated, 1200 kV transmission line to be installed at the Rancho del Rio Grande. We all remember the last time when Her Excellency and Mr. Reno stayed there and tried to use their Hildo 7.1.

Commissar Theocritus wrote: Speaking of, Meow, when are you coming back? I have a few more tasty women for you. And we can fly in my new black helicopter and buzz the camp of the Nature Conservancy here. What a kick. It's like making a Level 2 diabetic drink a jar of honey, or listen to Wagner's entire Ring.

PLEASE THEO!!! This time no booze and no hallucinogenics for Meow. The last time was a major nightmare! Once the U.S. Military went off of DEFCON 2 it took The Party™ an entire week to spin the P.R. on that affair! I know you had him thoroughly searched the last time, but this time do a body cavity search on him as well! Hell, perform it personally. But forget about Wagner. Though Wagner is apropos for a body cavity search, I recommend Gustav Mahler. Say ... his 9th Symphony? Or perhaps his 4th Symphony?

--
Blokhayev

Oh lord, Zamp, I wouldn't put anyone through all of Mahler. I think that he shaved three movements off that one; he wrote them but the printing presses kept falling asleep. And I've become a Green Red Party Member too, and have gone to peyote. Don't you know that our oil wells are filled with the blood of meth labbies? And the Santa Fe Bridge in El Paso fell down because George Bush's dog Spot took a dump on a White House carpet. (Well, the real story is that Nansky came in and he tried to bury her leg. And they could have papered that over if Teddy K hadn't come and passed out and the dog tried to hump his head, cause it looks like a shit-zu. Stupid goddamned dog. Ought to be shot just for that.)

I don't give a rat's ass about the environment, of course; that's for another class of Useful Idiots you know, but do you know how much these morons will pay for anything with a good goo-goo name? I mean you can take something made in a Chinese sweatshop and say it was made with fair-trade labor and the morons will pay twice the price. I learned this in San Antonio. The Westin's coffee had "Fair-Trade Decaffeinated" on it and I just shivered with a frisson of delight. My lord.

And then people buy bottled water worse than what they can get from the tap in Houston. More expensive than gasoline. Damn. I love it, I love it.

Meow, I'll let you ride shotgun in the copter. I know this place, of course, and I don't want you shooting <i>my</i> peons. I've spent a lot on vets' bills and do you know how much it takes to get in a doctor from Mexico to make a clean eunuch of the boys that you don't want to breed? Also I've spent a hell of a lot in getting fake social-security numbers and voter registrations for these people and if you think that I'm going to turn loose of that for a brief orgasm of an automatic weapon, you're nuts. But then the neighbor to the south of me has a nice little bend in the river that I have my eye on, and if you come out, we can have some fun.

I should point out that that medical tool of Bushitler, Dr. Sanity, has also fallen into our trap by advertising our organ of recruitment on her famous "Carnival of the Insanities." Scroll down to July 15, and then to Insanity #4, where you will see canine Comerade Laika's masterpiece, "My Sharia Law" is highlighted. The fascists are blind to its power:

https://drsanity.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Red Square wrote:<img src=https://www.mega.nu/ampp/vashi_red_prim ... age21s.jpg width=300>

Thanks for bringing up my favorite picture in the series. It captures the spirit of the Party's Inner Circle (PIC™) like nothing else. O the vigilance, the dedication, the loyalty to the Party!

I remembered this image while watching the latest Democrat presidential debates. Perhaps superimposing the faces of Obama, Hillary, Kucinich, and the rest of them on these dedicated apparatchiks would not be too big of a stretch.

Consider it done, Comrade Red Square! I decided to give Kucinich a joke pistol since he is too much of a pussy to actually bump off a candidate or two in order to bring Communism to the toiling masses.

Mr. Reno, you are a wizard with Photoshop. Can you do surgery on your jaw?

Janet wrote:Consider it done, Comrade Red Square! I decided to give Kucinich a joke pistol since he is too much of a pussy to actually bump off a candidate or two in order to bring Communism to the toiling masses.

Outstanding work, Mr. Reno! All I can say is, post it right away as a separate topic. Or perhaps ask Chairman to do it for you.

I moved the image to the Cube's server and cropped it a bit to make it fit (500 px). So please use this URL.

There's someone without a gun at his back. This won't do, to have someone not imperiled. How can we sleep safe in our beds?

I smell a Union Membership Drive. Replying to any article here on the Cube should be considered hard evidence that the poster wishes to join the Brotherhood!

UB

Can it be rank-and-file membership or should it be rank-and-circle membership?

I smell a Union Membership Drive. Replying to any article here on the Cube should be considered hard evidence that the poster wishes to join the Brotherhood!

JOIN THE BROTHERHOOD

I suggest we all switch over to Linux operating systems.

Because Micro$oft is for Capitalists running Dos!

<img width="540" src="https://zapatopi.net/themes/commielinux107.png">

That's a big picture....

What better example than Linux to hail the glorious superiority of open source socialism!!! That running dog Limbaugh would not have brought a Linux server to it's knees for it has the strength of the people behind it!

Just thinking about it makes my old socialist heart swell with pride!
*sniff*

--
ZB

Hey, hey, hey! It's Tennessee Tuxedo!

Don't forget BSD.

Hey, hey, hey! It's Tennessee Tuxedo!

You're getting you catch phrases mixed up, Pinkie. "Hey, hey, hey!" goes with Fat Albert, not Tennessee Tuxedo. And anyway, a Tennessee tuxedo consists of a Vols T-shirt and a Members Only windbreaker circa 1983.

Ivan Betinov wrote: a Tennessee tuxedo consists of a Vols T-shirt and a Members Only windbreaker circa 1983.

ROTFLMAO!!!! I thought it was a Vols T-shirt and a camo hunting jacket.

--
ZB

Ivan Betinov wrote:You're getting you catch phrases mixed up, Pinkie. "Hey, hey, hey!" goes with Fat Albert, not Tennessee Tuxedo.

You're right, Comrade Betinov, I stand corrected. The song marches thru my head and I swear I hear "Hey hey hey," but then I searched You Tube for the theme song (which I probably should've done to confirm before making previous post) and discovered it's actually, "See, see, see." What can I say, except it's been a long time a few years.

Then I was going to try and post a You Tube sample here and ended up booting myself off the Internet. #$%^&*!

The things I do for The Party!

I hate to say it but I think that we're all dating ourselves. I recall that while I was in college in the 70s--along with Underdog. Whose major villain was Simon Bar Sinister--Bar Sinister being heraldry for Bastard. Most ducal houses have one, being started by one of the king's bastard. The voice was meant to be Lionel Barrymore, and his sidekick, Cad, Humphrey Bogart.

Those come from the 60s, dear comrades, the 60s.

And let's never forget the king of them: Bullwinkle.

Theo, the reason I don't make references to any cartoons produced after about 1975 is pretty simple: they suck. The cartoons of my youth were truly funny, and funny on multiple levels. For example: There's a Bugs Bunny cartoon entitled "The Barber of Seville," in which Bugs bedevils Elmer in time to a classical piece of music. The slapstick is hilarious, but the subtle humor comes at the very end. Bugs, having conned Elmer into a marriage ceremony, runs his Elmer-in-drag bride up an huge staircase, opens the door at the top and makes to carry his bride across the threshold, only there is no room on the other side of the door, only empty space. Elmer lands face first and hip deep in a giant wedding cake. The cake is decorated with "The Marriage of Figaro." Big deal, right? But here's the subtle funny bit. "The Barber of Seville" was written by Rossini in 1816 and provides the title of the cartoon. But the music to which all of the action has been set does not come from Rossini's opera. It is the overture from an opera written by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart in 1786, a little opera buffo called "The Marriage of Figaro."

The point I'm trying to make in a very long-winded manner (but Hey, I'm talking about opera here...it can't be helped) is that the cartoons had multiple levels of funny then. There was the visual slapstick for the groundlings. There was snappy dialogue for the slightly more sophisticated, cultural and current event references woven into the script. And then there were the bits stuck in under the surface, bits like the cake at the end of the example that will hit a few people with a hearty belly laugh that everyone else will wonder about.

What's more, these cartoons did not need to have a special moment where Billy learns an important lesson. The important lessons were there, but they didn't need a special moment. They were obvious: Don't sit on the operating end of a catapult and trip the trigger. Don't get hit with a falling anvil. Don't fuck with the United States Marine Corps ("Super Rabbit," 1943: "This looks like a job for a real superman!").

Wayne, did you ever find Bugs Bunny attractive when he put on a dress and played girl bunny?

Elmer Fudd did. ("Isn't she wuvwy?")

Ivan,
I still watch and enjoy pre-1975 cartoons.
They sure do create a vacuum now.
Something to do with the union wasn't it?
Or mebbie thats when Disney went union?

The guys that did Bugs were gifted gentleman.

We once tried to write a slasher script starring Elmer. We were going to call it "The Blood of Fudd." ("Be vewwy, vewwy quiet...I'm commiting atwocities! Ah-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu.") Fortunately we sobered up and went back to class.

Yes, the Rabbit of Seviile was priceless. As was What's Opera Doc. I'm a classical-music freak, although opera is my weakest bit, despite the stereotypes. I particularly love Mozart, but think that his opera the weakest of his ouevre. But still--that was inspired and never bettered. And when Elmer's head blooms...

But Wagner ("who is not as bad as he sounds" Mark Twain) gets what Wagner deserves in "What's Opera, Doc,"

"Killing the wabbit...Killikng the wabbit..." Wearing the stove pipe and the helmet with horns. The moody Chuck Jones sets.

Even in the dratted Sniffles cartoons Carl Stallings did great work. He made good use of Chopin's preludes, #4 in particular.

Yes, they work, and they work on many levels. And no, there's no goddamned moral, or lesson that Johnny needs to learn.

"If you want to send a message, go see Western Uniion" Sam Goldwyn.

Hey Ive got an idea!!! Lets make improvements rather than complaints!!!

Matt wrote:Hey Ive got an idea!!! Lets make improvements rather than complaints!!!

I don't get it. What do you mean by that? Does anyone know what he means by that?

Got me, Margaret.

Foolish rethugliKKKan, IT'S NOT A PARODY!
(Where is Marshal Pupovich?)

Margaret wrote:...Does anyone know what he means by that?

I'm lost. Maybe he meant to say "...Lets make improvements to our complaints..."

One improvement would be to have a complaint box. We can put people like Matt in it.

Comrade Otis wrote:One improvement would be to have a complaint box. We can put people like Matt in it.

I'd be for the complaint box Comrade Otis.

Other than me bitching about the fact that post-1975 cartoons suck, I don't think anybody on this thread IS complaining about anything. And I did make an improvement as a result: bought a DVD and a bunch of old Warner Brothers Cartoons.

But notice that you can't get some of the non-PC ones these days: the witch doctor for one. And the Mexican crows. Also for a while they excised the bits with Elmer Fudd shooting a gun into Bugs' hole--too violent.

But we had <i>lots</i> of Captain Planet.

Oh my aching ass.

"Slowpoke Rodriquez...he pack a gone."

But you can still, I think, get the one of Bugs making fun of the French chefs--there are times that I think that Warner Brothers did more to fracture them than all the bombs and panzers did. After all, the French merely excused that. But the French chef, to their self-love?

The fat German kids in Hansel and Gretel. The opera singer. But my favorite of all is "What's Opera, Doc?" I love classical music; I understand that Wagner was great; but I think that Twain was being generous when he said, "Wagner isn't as bad as he sound."

It's a huge, sodden, lumpy mass of Teutonic kitsch. But there is some fun in it. The introduction to <i>Parsifal</i> is the most sensuous, erotic music that I've ever heard, and I include things deliberately lubricious. If you listen to to that you will want to screw. It makes me twitch, and I'm not kidding.

And then Parsifal goes on for the search for the Holy Grail.

"Hansel? Hansel? Hansel? Hansel?"

Watch out for those leg tingles in the Parsifal Triangle...

Speaking of opera singers, remember the one where Bugs took on Giovanni Jones and literally brought down the house?

Glad to see Matt is back. It's been what? Three years?

Anywho, did somebody say "Kill da Wabbit"?

A video that nicely proves our points. Change a few words and he sounds as one of the Dem leaders. Educate yourselves for a society without ranks and classes! Be peaceable and courageous! Come on, how hard would it be for a team of known plagiarists to steal this speech and deliver it to Obama Jugend?

<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/-KgJQUXr2Ws&h ... ram><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>

Nah, Even with only one ball Hitler's too butch.

Commissar Theocritus wrote: "Wagner isn't as bad as he sound."

Here's the actual quote: "Wagner's music is better than it sounds."

Poor fellow must have sat through the whole "Ring" cycle...

An interesing aside regarding Jones is that Pacific Opera, in Orange County, CA (Home to the reactionary Birchers), employed him to do a season's ad campaign for them. Pretty droll stuff, but the opera snobs out here didn't get the joke.

Oh, and I don't mean to say that opera goers are all snobs; just a lot of the wannabes in the OC. I've actually sung the part of Leporello in "Don Giovanni." :0)

If you can sit through an opera, my hat's off to you. And this from a man with three complete sets of Mozart's piano concerti, depending on whether I want Uchida, Perahia, or Ashkenazy to do the playing. And some oddments too like Serking.

Puccini though is the exception. But even then a whole opera? I don't have the attention span.

I propose a test of an opera snob. An opera snob is someone who insists that there is redeeming virtue in Philip Glass and I don't give a damn if I spelled his name right.

I just stumbled over this . . . a few years late, but nevertheless, very exciting! MY Oleg spoke to MY Rush. . . I listen everyday so I must have heard the call, even if I don't remember off hand.

My brother actually heard Oleg on that day. Unfortunately the only time I can hear him is on Sunday from 2 to 5 when they broadcast one from the week before. But after my office model, I'll have my own office and so...

Commissar Theocritus wrote:If you can sit through an opera, my hat's off to you. And this from a man with three complete sets of Mozart's piano concerti, depending on whether I want Uchida, Perahia, or Ashkenazy to do the playing. And some oddments too like Serking.

Puccini though is the exception. But even then a whole opera? I don't have the attention span.

I propose a test of an opera snob. An opera snob is someone who insists that there is redeeming virtue in Philip Glass and I don't give a damn if I spelled his name right.

You want redeeming virtue in Philip Glass? How about this: Listen for the first ten minutes, go out (you and the spousal unit) for a nice leisurely dinner - including desert, take a walk to help your food digest, hang out in lobby for a bit talking to the ushers and the coat check girl, you know, the little people, go back in for the final ten minutes, and you haven't missed a thing. They're playing the exact same music - well close enough.

Afterward, you can discuss the opera with the comrades who sat through the whole thing and be every bit as knowledgeable as they are, but without the sore butt.

GSG, I think that you're right. It's much like falling asleep during The Ring. After all, if you've heard one fat woman sing, you've heard them all, haven't you? Actually, no. Jessye Norman, when she's doing well, is superlative. If she's not on form, turn it off.

I think that Glass is a most equal composer. He has proven that to be successful you don't have to have talent. All you have to do is make music to fuck by. In this way it's hip-hop moved to Carnegie Hall.

Carl Reiner told the story of landing in New York and taking a cab. The driver was Philip Glass. Glass drove around the block three or four times, and Reiner reached through the opening and grabbed him.

"You better stop that if you don't want to find out what it's like to be born backwards!"

He did.

Dearest Oleg,

I would love to hear your exchange with Rush Limbaugh when you called into his program. I tried to find it and it just isn't there.

Several years ago, maybe six, Rush referred to one of my emails, "Susan from Glendale" (California) on his show. She brought everyone to tears with her intelligence and sincerity. Rush just let her roll! Let her have all the time she needed.

I put up an email to Rush saying " I am Susan from Glendale" He actually mentioned this on air. I was not Susan but knew I would not get his attention otherwise. It worked!

I told him that I wanted to meet her and would hold up a sign saying "Desperately Seeking Susan"

He mentioned this on air, for what it's worth. He said people in her neighborhood wanted to meet her.

I actually made a sign that read, "Desperately Seeking Susan."

So my question is: Do you have anything we can listen to, audio or video that will let us us in on your exchange with Rush?

Just askin'

Love,
P'sky

Dearest Red Square,


Thanks so much for this glorious reference! I know now what to share with so many friends!


You da best Comrade!


XXXX!