Rush Limbaugh got hitched this weekend. Congratulations are in order, I guess?
You read that right. Elton John. At Rush Limbaugh’s wedding. Rush Limbaugh! A man who has said such vile, hateful things as:
“…let’s say we discover the gene that says the kid’s gonna be gay. How many parents, if they knew before the kid was gonna be born, [that he] was gonna be gay, they would take the pregnancy to term? Well, you don’t know but let’s say half of them said, “Oh, no, I don’t wanna do that to a kid.” [Then the] gay community finds out about this. The gay community would do the fastest 180 and become pro-life faster than anybody you’ve ever seen. … They’d be so against abortion if it was discovered that you could abort what you knew were gonna be gay babies.”
“If homosexuality being inborn is what makes it acceptable, why does racism being inborn not make racism acceptable? Sorry. I mean, this is the way my mind works. Apparently now we don’t choose racism, we just are racists.”
It gets worse, but I’ll let you look it up for yourself if you’re so inclined because I’m getting a little riled up. In fact, I’ve got a real problem. I can’t seem to figure out how to bring my yoga to politics.
I knew I should have paid more attention to the Gita Talks! Help me out, Bob! What’s a yogi to do? Because if instead of wishing Rush and Wife #4 the best, what I’m really thinking is not so nice. It’s so bad I can’t even type it here. So that’s it, my dark secret: I think hateful things too. How am I any different than Rush? How can I say namaste every day, but not have compassion for people who have opposing views?
According to Vanity Fair, Elton donates all earnings from his private performances to his charity, the Elton John AIDS Foundation. So at least some good might come out of this. And, hey, Rush – you’re welcome at my yoga class any time! It’ll cost you, though…
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July’s Full Moon in Capricorn: The Heart wants what it Wants. The 4 Stages of a Good Divorce. How to Love a Woman who Scares You. Our Soulmates are Rarely Who We Expect. I Still Think of You. Men, Let’s Stop Fooling Ourselves: Size Matters. To the One Who Tried to Break Me. An Open Letter to the Fixers. How your Stored Memories in the Amygdala can lead to PTSD. How My Sister’s Death Transformed my Self-Perception.