Mad Props To You Too, Rush

Well, Rush, I gotta hand it to you. You're right about one thing. I do have a tight ass. And I appreciate the thoughtful lecture on capitalism 101. Now that I know how it works, where's my cut? According to you and your fans, I sold more Club Gitmo T-shirts than a full-page ad in "Soldier of Fortune." I'd like to donate my share of the profits to the Red Cross. And you know, you're really on to something with this whole Club Gitmo thing. We could really make a fortune, so let's take it to the next level. How about Hiroshima key chains? Better yet, Gettysburg oven mitts? Or maybe that's going too far, perhaps we should confine ourselves to the tried-and-true area of prisoner-of-war camps. I'm thinking mood rings from Andersonville.

But seriously, Rush, there's something you need to know. I and my crew have no problem defending the United States of America. In fact, we're deeply concerned about doing things that play into the hands of our enemies - like flushing the Constitution down the toilet with the Koran, all while dressed up as circus clowns in goofy caps and T-shirts and swilling a brew from mugs designed to tweak the blue states. Do you think this does Washington and Jefferson proud? Or in your case, Rush, John Wayne and Patton? Make no mistake, El Rushbo, when it comes to the question of terrorists at our gate, I'm with Martin Sheen and Dirty Harry. Go ahead, make my day, because I plan on taking out these bastards with extreme prejudice. And one more thing, Rush, I won't be doing it like a clown, in a T-shirt that says "conservatives can kiss my tight ass."