I rarely hear Rush Limbaugh anymore but caught a few minutes this morning while packing. He was whining about his legal woes. I flashed back to high school, around 1962.
It’s just after lunch and the lobby where everyone gathers before afternoon classes is packed. Some of the senior boys are playing keep-away with Rush’s hat. Rush is a chubby freshman that is relentlessly tormented. He’s near tears and the older boys are loving it. A blazing hatred shines from Rush’s eyes. Someday, you fuckers, someday!
Whew, where’d that come from?
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