In a follow-up to our report Wednesday that named AshleyMadison.com, “dating website” for cheaters, as one advertiser willing to support Limbaugh’s ranting Man-Pig Equal Opportunity Offensive Variety Hour — now old Puke Snout has a response!
In an attempt to correct Alexandra Petri of the Washington Post who wrote that the radio show had indeed picked up the advertiser proving that the show targets “jerks” — Limbaugh, after denouncing the claim, while also making a statement that called the reporting a “blatant example of what journalism has become” and following up by rattling off what he thought of Ms. Petri’s “B-I-T-C-H-Y opinion” (Yeah, Rush, that’s certainly the way to dispel those misogyny accusations, you rageaholic occluded artery covered in flop sweat.) — he had this to say:
“We are not running spots from this company that tells you how to cheat on your spouse, we never have, and when we find out that they’re running on local stations, EIB affiliates, we call the affiliate and we ask them not to. Nor will we ever accept such advertising, because you are not jerks. You in this audience are among those who make this country work.”
Uh, no, Rush. I’m sure many of us disagree greatly about the jerks part, since you are their leader and representative.
Hilariously, the CEO of AshleyMadison.com, who really needs his own stand up comedy hour, struck back with a statement of his own.
“It is unfortunate that content producers–whether it is Rush Limbaugh or the NFL–don’t stick to focusing on the content they produce and let perfectly legal and legitimate businesses advertise,” Noel Biderman, Ashley Madison’s chief executive, told Yahoo News. “While I am not surprised that Mr. Limbaugh feels he is above letting us advertise on his show, he is mistaken if he believes that millions of his listeners don’t need AshleyMadison.com.”
HA! I’m not sure what to say except that I kinda admire the man’s brass cojones as he plays sex therapist to legions of Rush Limbaugh fans (Ew.). Hey, at least he knows his demographic. He is also the king of last lines. Well, if that king wanted to sell you syphilis in a jar or something. Still!
