I don’t listen to Rush Limbaugh, and I honestly don’t give a damn what he called that Georgetown
student activist, not while true women-haters like Bill Maher get away with far worse insults.
Rush is a blow-hard, but so what? Do what I do and don’t listen to him. That’s what freedom of speech is all about. Same with Maher. I think he’s an elitist, misogynistic douchebag, but I don’t watch him. I’d say it to his face if I had the opportunity, but I’m not seeking him out because honestly, the world is filled with such people. If I spent all my time fighting them I’d miss out doing more important things like being a good parent and a considerate husband. I simply stand up to one every once in awhile and ignore the rest.
Maher has the right to call women whatever he wants to call them. I have the equal right to call him a douchebag that needs to work out issues with his mother. And Rush can call that nutbag who perjured herself in front of Congress last week a slut. Does that hurt her feelings? So what if it does? I’ve read the Constitution: there’s nothing in it about feelings. Liberty. Freedom. No mention about feelings.
You have the right to speak freely which means you have the right to be offensive. You do not have the right to avoid being offended and using the government and private entities to silence those who offend you. If that offends you, take a walk, read a funny comic, or forget it but whatever you do just get over it. Life is short and the world is an amazing place, too wonderful to waist time swooning from the vapors of offense like some Victorian lady of leisure.
H/t: Rhymes with Right