The Sanity Behind The Insanity

When my dad drove me to school — not every morning, but enough times that I remember it clearly — he always put Rush Limbaugh on the radio. And he didn’t just listen. He fought back.

He’d argue with the radio, full voice, sneering at every lie.

“Oh, feminazis, huh? You scum. These are women in power!”

“Lies, Rush. Lies. You’re a joke.”

It wasn’t calm debate. It was sarcasm, contempt, biting humor — a tone that dripped with ridicule. My mom thought it was ridiculous. I thought it was ridiculous. Everyone did. Because, I mean, he’s talking to the radio. Rush can’t hear him. Why are you doing this?

But now I see the sanity behind the insanity.