Self Loathing Flunky Figures Some Shit Out

20 years too late.

From here:

Conservative writer and radio host D.R. Tucker is no stranger to challenging conservative orthodoxy. On FrumForum he published his Confessions of a Climate Change Convert and now he has written about why he can no longer support Rush Limbaugh.

Limbaugh Loses a Listener

I stood by Limbaugh, especially when the left suggested that he was bigoted because of his controversial remarks about football star Donovan McNabb and his promotion of an anti-Barack Obama parody song. Standing by Limbaugh wasn’t easy: I found his 2008 attacks on the “conservative intelligentsia” (i.e., David Frum, David Brooks, William Kristol and Ross Douthat) to be over-the-top, and his suggestion that race was the main factor behind Colin Powell’s endorsement of Obama to be unsupported by facts. However, I felt compelled to defend him whenever liberals would question me about his remarks.
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Even after I stopped listening to Limbaugh, I still felt compelled to give him the benefit of the doubt on the question of race.

Until now.
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Another self-loathing doormat for the New Confederacy who finally ran out of slivers of his soul to sell and stopped shucking for Boss Limbaugh long enough to notice that he was on the fucking menu.

Like the Old Confederacy

Limbaugh's New Confederacy could not function without a cadre self-loathing flunkies. Self-loathing women, minorities, gays; these have traditionally formed the the crispy, golden deep-fried Monte Cristo crust of camera-friendly respectability on the GIANT shit sandwich of hatred, bigotry and invincible ignorance that is the Modern Conservative Movement.

No word as to whether Uncle Ruckus

Mr. Tucker -- quite possibly the stupidest man in America -- will be hanging onto whatever perks and goodies that a lifetime of ranting about Evil Libruls and generally stooging for transparently evil men has given him.

I would assume not.

In fact, if the past "Confederacy of Dunces" behavior of Conservative Expats is any measure, I assume Mr. Tucker's pals will help him snag a sweet ride on the next media gravy train leaving the station without missing a beat.