The Seventh Circle of Conservative Hell?
I'm more fried than I thought with the applications (and an upcoming move), but I did find time to check in at This Modern World. Guess where Michelangelo Signorile says Rush Limbaugh will be spending his next few months?
From "psychodynamic role-playing and yoga" to "adventure therapy," "Climbing Wall," "the desert experience" and "equine-assisted therapy" (yes, bonding with horses), Limbaugh may just think he died and went to "feminazi" hell. The website depicts photos of people with a decidedly Berkeley look sitting around on the floor in what seem like consciousness-raising sessions. Picture Rush holding his fellow travelers’ hands and singing Kumbayah. Surely he’ll be reciting a line from the very president he lambasted for years: "I feel your pain." How many on the right would have thought that Bill Clinton would be getting the last chuckle, out there aiding his feminazi wife’s successful political career while their man Rush is wandering the desert reciting New Age mantras?
"Self-discovery often crystallizes during an experience that requires physical and mental exertion in the face of a potentially fearful activity," the description for the Climbing Wall says. "With its height and verticality, the Climbing Wall serves as an important therapeutic metaphor."
Yes, I’m sure some of you would pay to watch Limbaugh scale that wall. But me, I’d like to observe him during "creative expression therapy," which includes "art therapy, journaling, meditation" and "clap outs, historygrams, reading assignments" as well as…"sculpting." These techniques, the website explains, "deepen the journey to self-discovery."
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Surely Limbaugh has lots of hidden issues to work through–oh, to be a fly on the wall during that therapy. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not meaning to belittle drug treatment, nor, certainly, drug addiction. Quite to the contrary. Loopy as some of these therapies seem, I’m all for whatever works. And I’m all for Limbaugh’s potential transformation from a fire-breathing dragon into a jellyfish or a pussycat–or even an actual human being, as unlikely as any of that is (particularly since some experts say 30 days isn’t enough time to kick OxyContin).
I’m also glad that the New Age mystics, the feminazis, the well-to-do Hollywood types, the liberals whom he has claimed "coddle" people on drugs and lots of others whom Limbaugh has attacked may now be helping him out in Arizona. Let’s see if he returns the favor.
posted by Jenny at 3:59 PM |
Just when I say I'm leaving, I stumble across something too enthralling not to post: Dreaming Arnold Schwarzenegger, a kick-ass hypertext publication from scholars who study Ah-nold as a cultural icon...and aren't afraid to admit they dream about the big lug! As an aspiring cultural anthropologist, I wish to join the ranks of these fine folks...does this mean I'll have to keep a dream journal too?
posted by Jenny at 3:39 PM |
An avalanche of last-minute applications business has kept me from blogging for a couple of days; I'm going to work on posting some stuff tomorrow, so stay tuned! Until then, please do check out some of the fine links on the blogroll, and some of the fine links on their blogrolls...and whatever you do, stay away from Kobe coverage!
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