In the middle part of the twentieth century, the human race began the era of space exploration. We landed on the moon. There really wasn't a lot there. We sent probes to Jupiter and Mars. Wasn't much there, either. Everyone got kind of depressed about this. Space travel languished. It turned out to be expensive, and the outfits not nearly as stylish as earlier dreamers had envisioned.

Terra is still in hell, only now hell is other people.

Instead of writing commentary, I spent some time trying to get the gallery and the swag page in good working order. I guess you can write, or you can code. But I assure you, my code is witty and has believable motivations.

So, after seeing Donnie Darko again, I went on kind of an 80s music kick, trying to fill key gaps in my collection, including songs I rarely hear because we own them on vinyl, not CD. So Paul and I were listening to "My City Was Gone," the great Pretenders 1983 lament of the destruction of hometowns everywhere by the rampant cancerous growth of generic prefab suburban culture. We were talking about what a great song it is, and how great the whole album is, etc.

Then Paul informed me that Rush Limbaugh begins his broadcast by playing the distinctive opening base line of "My City Was Gone."

"What? Really?"

"Really."

"That's horrible."

"Yes."

"How dare he!"

(shrug)

"But... but... he's against everything that song stands for!"

"Yep."

"I should kick his ass."

Note: I have never kicked anyone's ass. I've never even tried to kick anyone's ass. I've never had mine kicked, either. I just like to imagine that I could, if it became necessary (to save the life of some kittens, for example), or perhaps if the opportunity presented itself to kick one of those asses that really needs kicking. Rush Limbaugh, for example. Or the Bloodsucking Malarial Queen. (You know who I mean. Think about it.)

Anyway, I collected myself and realized that forgiving one's enemies is a Christian virtue. That doesn't mean I am going to forgive him. It just means that I recognize that, if I could forgive him, I would truly be a good person.

Then again, he has no remorse for his actions. In fact he seems rather proud of it. In this article, for example, the bloated pus-sack of hate reveals that he likes to play catchy bits of pirated rock songs precisely because he is against everything they stand for. He is against truth, justice, the American way, human decency, fresh air, puppies... I could go on. Think of anything pleasant or good in the universe and Limbaugh is against it, in fact, is the very opposite of it.

It's his shtick. He's doing it on purpose. He thinks he's perfect in every way and good looking besides. He is proud of his actions.

So perhaps even Jesus doesn't need to forgive him.