. . . they are afraid of the media who will descend on them like the birds in the movie The Birds. They won't even be safe in phone booths. --Rush Lintball

Spoken by a man who has never been able to fit in a phone booth.

Please Rush, eat more, and more, and more, then have a stroke.  One that leaves your mouth, arms and legs paralized, but your eyes and ears fully operational.  We could put you in a room with Barbara Streisand music playing just loud enough to keep you awake 24/7.  The music could be laced with subliminal messages speaking of the accomplishments of the Democratic party, the failures of Republicans, and the successful programs started by Liberals.

For a change of pace, we could run Obama's, and Clinton's innogural speeches, and throw in a little Keith Olberman now and then--always with Barbara Streisand music in the background.  Then once a month we could have Gary, the gay black intern give you a bath. 

Every three months we could strap you in a wheel chair, and take you down to a soup kitchen where those you so despized would have a chance to tell you their stories.  You wouldn't be able to shut them up, or have them screened.  You would only be able to sit there--forced to listen.  Meanwhile, Barbara Streisand music would play in the background.

For entertainment, on Sundays, Mom's, wives, and family members of the dead soldiers would get to visit you and pin their lost loved one's purple hearts and other medals on your bare chest.  They could then taunt you for being a "phony soldier."

I sometimes wish I wasn't so kind spirited.  Most of what I mentioned is far too good for this phony human.