Friday, September 14, 2012

On The Unbearable Awfulness of Loving Someone Who Loves You, But Also, Rush Limbaugh

I have a boyfriend. Kind of. Sort of. I mean, I dunno...
He's tall. And Handsome. And fit. And bald. And funny. And thoughtful.
Just like I like 'em.
He's also smart, hardworking, and great with my daughter. He loves me, and all my quirky weirdness. He thinks I'm beautiful, and also one of the most intelligent and funny people he's ever met.

What's not to love, right?

Well he's a Christian, for one thing, of the born again variety. See also, Creationism. The Rapture. Add to this he's a republican. Of the increasingly tea partying libertarian type. See also, Glenn Beck. Sean Hannity. Rush fucking Limbaugh.

We've been in each others lives for decades now with varying degrees of involvement and commitment. I love him. I know he loves me.

But every weekday my boyfriend purposely and willingly tunes in to Rush Limbaugh. My boyfriend says he believes that global warming and climate change are a hoax being perpetrated by greedy gravy train riding so called scientists collaborating with the government to steal all of our money and control every aspect of our very lives. He believes that while Barack Obama is "probably, technically" an American citizen eligible for the office of President, he is also a marxist/communist/socialist who hates America. Although he drinks beer, loves basketball, and Jesus, my boyfriend has convinced himself that he'd have a better time and has more in common with Mitt Romney, a man who drinks diet cherry cola, enjoys dressage, and is a Mormon.

See also, What the hell am I going to do?

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