"Dear Bill," Ebert began:
Thanks for including the Chicago Sun-Times on your exclusive list of newspapers on your "Hall of Shame." To be in an O'Reilly Hall of Fame would be a cruel blow to any newspaper. It would place us in the favor of a man who turns red and starts screaming when anyone disagrees with him. My grade-school teacher, wise Sister Nathan, would have called in your parents and recommended counseling with Father Hogben.Then Ebert explained the background of the Chicago Sun-Times, and why he thought O'Reilly ought to go f**k himself.
He concluded:
Bill, I am concerned that you have been losing touch with reality recently. Did you really say you are more powerful than any politician?
That reminds me of the famous story about Squeaky the Chicago Mouse. It seems that Squeaky was floating on his back along the Chicago River one day. Approaching the Michigan Avenue lift bridge, he called out: Raise the bridge! I have an erection!Ebert left this mortal coil four years ago. I think of Squeaky often, and never so much as tonight, after reading the latest lunatic wankery of gay Trump fanboy Brian Talbert in Facebook.
"We can create idiotic victims, too," Slowly Boiled Frog blogger David Cary Hart wrote when Talbert launched his closet of poo-flinging eununchs to force Charlotte Pride to give Talbert a float of drag queens idolizing the current President- with one to protray the First Lady- back in June.
With Pride Weekend underway, Talbert's frustrated a rival troupe of Trumpettes has swooped down upon Uptown to spread fairy dust and crowd his action.
The Parade is Sunday. He has pride of place, he says, for his protest of the parade that rejected him and his anti-LGBT ravers:
You can almost feel Squeaky's horror and anxiety looms. He'll be surrounded- and ignored- by 150,000 people Sunday, and there's no one to raise the bridge for him.
And come Monday, no one will care any more.
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