David Frum finally loses it, “writes”:
That question is easy: Yes of course Limbaugh and Beck express the same views in private as in public. Consistent hypocrisy demands exorbitant levels of imagination, energy, and cynicism. Much less exhausting over time simply to bring your private views into alignment with what you are paid to say in public.
Let me put the thought experiment slightly differently however. Suppose an agent arrived in the offices of Limbaugh/Beck/Hannity/O’Reilly etc. with an offer. “I can guarantee you a deal that will pay you twice as much – bring you twice as much fame – and extend your career twice as long – if you’d say the exact opposite of what you are saying now.” Which of them would sign?
My nominations: O’Reilly accepts for sure. Beck likewise almost certainly says yes. Limbaugh would want to think it over, but would ultimately say no. Mark Levin: certainly not. Sean Hannity would need the offer explained a few times. Ann Coulter – that one puzzles me – but probably no. Roger Ailes? Do you even need to ask?
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Sure, David. They’re all just full of shit and doing it for the money. That’s the sort of bullshit we’ve come to expect from braindead lefties, belligerent, uneducated Muslims — and now, sadly, the AIDS-addled Andrew Sullivan.
But what’s Frum’s excuse?
As I wrote last week, two can play the “thought experiment” game:
And it is more probable to liberals that Rush Limbaugh is just pretending to mean what he says.
Even while stoned on oxycontin and waking up profoundly deaf one morning, Limbaugh managed to deliver amazingly convincing yet secretly insincere improvised monologues for three hours a day, five days a week, for the last 22 years, on live radio, fooling an astonishing 20 million people at a time.
He only pulled off this amazing stunt so he could live out such well-known leftwing fantasies as smoking all the cigars he can manage, inspiring redneck militias to blow up federal office buildings, getting publicly denounced as a “racist” approximately once every 3.5 seconds (to the profound consternation of his African-American producer) and of course, buying his own professional football team.
How long until Frum strolls into the Holodeck and selects the “Old Pals” program?
Oh please. Mark Steyn? Behind closed doors he wears ketchup-stained “John Deere” sweat pants and listens to deathgrind.
PS: just a reminder that my unfunded, one-woman blog gets almost the same amount of traffic as Frum’s fancy, heavily staffed site.
Just sayin’
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