i'll be huckstering a few guys on this one

This text has been edited from the original email sent to
Mr. Limbaugh, primarily to change from present tense to past (2/15/7). A few words have changed under artistic license.

Or was that license revoked under the Patriot Act?

“Mr. Limbaugh,

You haven’t heard from me before and are unlikely to hear from me again. A sort of trifecta of circumstance brings this message to you.

I only listen to radio in the car. When I run a workday errand, on break or traveling to and from lunch, I listen to you and Mr. Hannity. I enjoy knowing what you guys are up to.

A self-professed conservative (as confirmed by your interrogation) called you and you challenged him for even paying attention to what you describe as liberal news.

He said something on the line of, “The more information I have, the better.” You seemed to disagree.

That’s why I listen to you gentlemen. I might be led to something interesting or hear a story or perspective that I might not get elsewhere.

I don’t enjoy it when your caller labels me a quiche-head. I’ve got an education and a back-story. I do work to help people in need. I do the same at my job.

Here is number three. You said that the drive-by media never celebrates heroes. “Never.”

Then on that night’s CBS broadcast, the story of a veteran who lost a leg in battle and then did the NY marathon, half in a wheeled cart and half on foot after the cart broke. He is returning to duty.

I will freely admit your contention that media seems to veer against your perceptions. I would ask you to drop the word, “never”.

That’s all I ask.”

YFS and all that . . .

Oh!

p.s. (to you, the viewing public, not included in the original, offer not valid in all states) I was Worshipful Master of the Lodge of Sorrow today.

Estancia, NM

Coasters have no idea what a funeral of faith looks like in Estancia, NM.

I’m in the groove here, so please bear with me. I just happened to listen
to disc one of Star Time. I can’t help myself.

Oh!

Lambert Hendrix and Ross!

These blues will end.

Decorated military veteran, eighty-four years old.
Sons and grandsons following in his footsteps to serve our country.
Serving now.

There are many names for the grandfather.
Today his name is Paw Paw.
Mine was Bumpa.

Oh!

Thank you for your patience.

Linda shared a poem that was a favorite of our Brother.

No surprise.

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
between the crosses row on row, that mark our place;
and in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly
scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved,
and now we lie in Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw the torch;
be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die
we shall not sleep,
though poppies grow in Flanders fields.

There is enough ambiguity above for a lifetime.

Liberty.

Mr. Limbaugh spoke.
I didn’t listen today on the hour-long drive.
Service at ten, focus on a brother.
I listened to Mel Torme:
silence coming home.

SPOILER ALERT

I’m 54 years old now.

Now, back to your regular programming . . .

Oh!

Here’s a point.

At the ripe old age of 54,
having served as
Worshipful Master of the Lodge of Sorrow
many times
I am witness to something new.

I have never attended a funeral where a military family spoke about
the president.

Until now.

One of his folk said the brother didn’t like W.

84

As the youngsters say,

“Word.”

Many of these people wear overalls for work, not for show.

I’m not sure about this long form for YFS and will not repeat such length soon.

I admit it attracts me.

Last night, Apu said, (in so many words), “There are so many things I wanted to see,
to do,
to have done to me.”

That’s America!

Duty Now For The Future!

How patient can you possibly be?

News, I have news!

I’m going to ask you gentlemen to give me a bit of advice.

My angle is the shoes.

New Tennis Shoes For Homeless Men

I’m going to ask Tbogg (because our photos relate), Norbizness and The General to check my screed and give me some advice. They (as far as the research department of the Masons, Illuminati, New World and May I take your Order, Please? have determined) may facilitate our/my domination.

I am a Master of the Royal Secret, after all.

For once I’m not kidding; am I? Maybe not . . .

I conduct the Choir.

Developing . . .

The only way you gentlemen might consider my push is new tennis shoes for homeless men.

I guess I sound stupid when I say to you that this might be a moment.

Tennis shoes, new tennis shoes. NCHV says a third of the homeless men
in our nation are vets.

I want you to understand that, as they say on the news, at the end of the day,
this is not about me.
Because of the Masonic connection I truly believe I can move this to the national stage.

That does not mean that I will not benefit from this. If it works big Oprah will call me.

That's not why we work.

If I end up on some show you can come with me . . .

Under the current administration I’ve felt fear and the urge to hide.

Screw that.

Instead, I’ve made a decision to raise my profile.

Perhaps you are tired of being frightened.

Perhaps someone will notice if I disappear.

Rush has Club Gitmo gear in his boutique.

My wife is so fat when she sits around the house,

She sits around the house.

Bye for now.