But, I Don’t Want To Do It!

A lot of times, when I write about stuff that’s been all over the news, I’ll start by saying something like “Unless you live under a rock, you know…,” followed by whatever tidbit of news I’m wound up about. I would start that way this time, but, I just found out my oldest daughter evidently lives under a rock because she didn’t know about the birth control controversy, Sandra Fluke’s attempted testimony or Rush Limbaugh’s crude remarks until I mentioned them last night. Like most Americans, she couldn’t believe we are having a discussion about the efficacy of birth control, was stunned that a Senate panel wouldn’t even hear the testimony of women on the subject and appalled at Rush Limbaugh’s remarks about the young woman who wanted to testify before them. And, if you’ve also been living under a rock (I finally worked it in. Score!), you know that Limbaugh said the following:

“What does it say about the college coed Susan Fluke [sic], who goes before a congressional committee and essentially says that she must be paid to have sex? What does that make her? It makes her a slut, right? It makes her a prostitute. She wants to be paid to have sex”

Needless to say, the shit hit the fan with that comment. Rush, never one to back away from controversy, doubled-down on the douchebaggery the next day:

“So, Ms. Fluke and the rest of you feminazis, here’s the deal. If we are going to pay for your contraceptives, and thus pay for you to have sex, we want something for it, and I’ll tell you what it is. We want you to post the videos online so we can all watch.”

Things then got so bad that Limbaugh offered an apology…, sort of. Saturday, March 3, he said:

“For over 20 years, I have illustrated the absurd with absurdity, three hours a day, five days a week. In this instance, I chose the wrong words in my analogy of the situation. I did not mean a personal attack on Ms. Fluke.

I think it is absolutely absurd that during these very serious political times, we are discussing personal sexual recreational activities before members of Congress. I personally do not agree that American citizens should pay for these social activities. What happened to personal responsibility and accountability? Where do we draw the line? If this is accepted as the norm, what will follow? Will we be debating if taxpayers should pay for new sneakers for all students that are interested in running to keep fit? In my monologue, I posited that it is not our business whatsoever to know what is going on in anyone’s bedroom nor do I think it is a topic that should reach a Presidential level.

My choice of words was not the best, and in the attempt to be humorous, I created a national stir. I sincerely apologize to Ms. Fluke for the insulting word choices.”

Yeah, I know it’s not much of an apology. But, considering I’ve never heard the guy admit he was anything but right, it’s a start. He’s still getting raked over the coals and losing advertisers left and right (7 at last count). But, much as it pains me to say this, it’s time for the vitriol to stop. Even worse, it’s time to forgive Rush.

I don’t want to forgive him. I want to punch him in the face for the implication that any young woman taking birth control does it so she can have indiscriminate sex; I have a 23-year-old daughter that uses birth control. I also want to keep this pot boiling because it will benefit my side in the  upcoming election; in case you didn’t know it, I’m kinda liberal. And, I’ll be honest, I don’t like Rush Limbaugh and seeing him get taken down a few notches makes a whole lot happier than it should. But, I’m a follower of Jesus, a man who said “love your enemies” and forgave his executioners, even as they nailed him to the cross. He also extended grace to me before I even asked for it, certainly before I deserved it. With that example, how I can do anything but forgive Rush, even if he is a giant douche. But, my god, I don’t want to.