From TPM Reader GN …
Last year, on St. Patrick’s day I was at a party hosted by a guy who’s super-hero is Rush Limbaugh, and his son-in-law’s hero is Bill O’Reilly. Why was I there? They’re family…ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
Anyway, on St. Patty’s day last year, the conversation turned to politics and they were all talking about the contenders and I said “don’t worry, Obama loves everyone…even you”. They then began guffawing about Obama’s chances and I challenged them to a bet: $50 that Obama is the next president.
They then shunned me and left me to chat with the women in the kitchen, while “the adults” talked politics and football in the living room. It was a bit of an uneasy situation, but everyone present knew just what kind of asses these guys could be.
I haven’t spoken to either since.
But I did get a check in the mail from one of them today.
