I suppose being a hateful bloated pig counts as having talent in this country. As such, our airwaves are polluted with filth like Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity and Michael Savage (nee Michael Weiner). They spew their lies, their obfuscations, their ill-informed opinions and a dim-witted segment of our culture soaks it all up. It beats the hell out of reading, I guess. In our “free country” it’s comforting to know that we can simply turn off our brains and let someone like Michael Savage — being the expert that he is on so many subjects — tell us how to think.
I hate these scumbags. I really do. They’re a bunch of yellow-bellied cowards. All bullies are. They hide behind their microphones and bloviate endlessly, talking tough about one damn thing or another, when it’s clear they’re just scared little boys trapped in big fat men’s bodies. It’s too bad that enough people don’t wise up to their nonsense and turn them off. But unfortunately, there are a lot of scared little boys trapped in big fat men’s bodies in our country, just as empty-headed and tasteless as these clowns.
I try to avoid getting too political on my blog. It’s about entertainment, and frankly, the primaries exhausted me dreadfully. So what I want to talk about, what this blog is going to address isn’t political. Apparently, the vicious Michael Savage on his radio show — something I assume passes for “entertainment” in certain circles – decided to go after autistic children. According to the Associated Press, he said, “In 99 percent of the cases, [an autistic child is] a brat who hasn’t been told to cut the act out.”
This man is diseased. I understand that he holds a PhD in nutritional ethnomedicine, credentials that obviously make him an authority on learning disabilities. I’m kidding. He’s a crank and has no idea what he’s talking about. My B.A. in Film gives me about as much background on the subject of autism. But monsters like Savage seem to have the impression that the only way to solve a problem, any problem, is with venomous attacks.
Yes, I’ve made quite a few ad hominem comments about Savage and his rotten ilk. They don’t have learning disabilities, though. See, I believe in meeting a villain at his level. You want to call someone names? Okay, let’s see how you like it when I do it to you. Does it make me better than that person? It’s debatable. Still, I’m not worried about appearances. I just think you’re a pretty poor excuse for a human being when you start making fun of autistic kids. I mean, what’s the matter with him? Too scared to pick on someone his own size? Too morbidly obese to find someone his own size?
I hope this fiend steps on a rake. It won’t knock any sense into him — that ship has sailed — but it might jar a little compassion loose from that fetid frontal lobe of his. And for once, something he did would strike me as funny and not in extremely poor taste.