Rush Limbaugh
Little Miss Punkin and Romeo Rush
By Judi McLeod
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
at the risk of unfurling the claws of the no-LOL Liberals, I like the way Rush Limbaugh described his cat, Punkin: "I love my cat. I got the greatest little cat in the world. You people know it. I pet this cat. I love this cat. I feed this cat. But I'm smart enough to know she only really wants me when she wants to be fed. I have learned enough to know that when she comes and starts head butting me or walking around my legs, she wants to be fed."
"So I take her, I feed her. after I feed her, she wonders off to whatever part of the estate that she wants to hang out until she's next hungry. I said that she's a very smart cat. She gets fed. She gets petted. She gets caressed. She gets sheltered, all these things and she doesn't have to do anything for it. and then I said: This experience has been more valuable to me than anything else in learning about women."
No catnip could ever calm the Liberal hissy fit that followed.
Rascally on radio, Rush is a Romeo when it comes to his Little Miss (never a Ms.) Punkin.
The Thanksgiving picture of the ginger Punkin headbutting her favourite fellow could melt the coming snows and take credit for the daisies growing in Moscow's December.
To me Punkin's a dead ringer for "Cat" in the film, Breakfast at Tiffany's, the one retrieved from an alleyway in the teeming rain in the film's memorable last scene.
Like Cat, the independent, I'll-fend-for-myself Punkin is all about what makes felines feminine.
and though they're centuries apart, Rush reminds me of George Hearst, one of those capitalists who always said exactly what he thought.
a mining tycoon and the father of William Randolph Hearst, Hearst Senior went down in history as "The Father of the Homestake".
according to Deadwood Magazine, "Old George was a multimillionaire, untidy of dress, almost illiterate, an assassin of grammar, a lover of poker and good bourbon, and an inveterate tobacco chewer whose long beard and shirtfront were generally stained with juice."
according to Canada Free Press, Hearst was a self-made man, whose personality traits were likely exaggerated by those covetous of his multi-millions.
as a lad he roamed the Great Outdoors,and would never have been content studying sonnets in a one-room schoolhouse. His love of the land had the Indians refer to him as "The boy the earth talks to."
"In later life his sole ambition was to be a politician which eventually led to the Hearst publishing empire. Without him there would have been no San Francisco Examiner, no San Simeon and no Orson Wells' Citizen Kane, said to be based on the life and times of his son, William Randolph Hearst.
More down to earth than uncouth, George Hearst would have spied a phony a mile off. He would have died laughing at those who insisted on drinking their corn liquor from a bone china teacup rather than a little brown jug.
Posies in the parlour and gossip weren't for him. There was always another mine to find, another business venture to try.
This was a man who didn't stand on ceremony. a resident of mansions, he was as comfortable standing in a mineshaft with his workers as in a boardroom full of his fob watch-wearing business wags.
"a favourite story told about George Hearst's occurred while he was seeking nomination for governor of California. One night while giving a speech he told his audience. "My opponents say I haven't the book learning they possess. They say I spell bird: B-U-R-D. Well, if B-U-R-D doesn't spell bird, then what in hell does it spell?"
a waft of fresh air came along with him when Hearst made it to the american senate where he served from 1887 until his death in 1891.
according to the description of those who knew Hearst, "There was a manliness about him".
Manliness is a word exorcised by the politically correct, insipid lily-livered Liberalsof the day.
Meanwhile, Little Miss Punkin landed four feet, forever in the heart of Rush Limbaugh, and did so using the timeworn foolproof ways of all felines working the manly world: She went out and got her man.
Canada Free Press founding editor Most recent by Judi McLeod is an award-winning journalist with 30 years experience in the print media. Her work has appeared on Newsmax.com, Drudge Report, Foxnews.com, Glenn Beck. Judi can be reached at: judi@canadafreepress.com
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