Ashley Smith is a big, fat tweaker
"I think God was in that apartment with them," said Rush Limbaugh during his March 14 radio broadcast. "I think God was in there and you cannot dispute there was a bond. There was a bond between these two, but I think it's a mistake to think that it's the kind of bond that leads to conjugal love or a relationship or dating or anything like that. It's far above that. Far, far, far above that, folks."
Words spoken by that beacon of balance and fairness, Rush Limbaugh about the case of Ashley Smith, the widow who was held by Brian Nichols, after he had escaped from his own trial by killing four people (including the judge, the prosecutor and a court reporter), in Atlanta. At the time, the woman was lauded for talking Brian Nichols down and convincing him to let her go, whereas she promptly called the police and dropped a dime on him.
What a bitch, right? She later claimed that her talking to him about the power of God and Jesus Christ was what enabled her to gain his trust, since ol' Rush's spirited proclamation. Then, this came out:
"Her faith wasn't the only thing, as it turns out. This week, with the release of her memoir, "Unlikely Angel," Smith admits that she earned Nichols' confidence by offering him a dip into her stash of crystal methamphetamine. Nichols, Smith says in the book, didn't know what "ice" was, or how to take it. "You don't have to smoke it," she recalls telling him. "You can hot rail it or snort it." She cut it up for him herself, using a plastic supermarket card and a $20 bill. Smith didn't tell police investigators, or the media, about the meth until months later"
So much for a religious experience. The feel-good story of the year crashes and leaves you feeling about as spiritual as after a feel-up on the subway, by the middle-aged man in the three piece suit.
Not that I have much ire (that word, again) for Smith. My anger is primarily at the media who has a need to mislead. Reality doesn't seem to be compelling enough a story anymore, so it's all fabrications and sweetners. This has shades of Jessica Lynch, the PFC who was rescued from that hospital in Iraq: creating fake heroes to sustain our belief in a higher being: I refer, of course, to the culture industry. True heroes are only dubbed heroes years down the line when the facts become irrefutable and their achievements gain context and can be seen as a whole.
How sad is the age we live in?
Words spoken by that beacon of balance and fairness, Rush Limbaugh about the case of Ashley Smith, the widow who was held by Brian Nichols, after he had escaped from his own trial by killing four people (including the judge, the prosecutor and a court reporter), in Atlanta. At the time, the woman was lauded for talking Brian Nichols down and convincing him to let her go, whereas she promptly called the police and dropped a dime on him.
What a bitch, right? She later claimed that her talking to him about the power of God and Jesus Christ was what enabled her to gain his trust, since ol' Rush's spirited proclamation. Then, this came out:
"Her faith wasn't the only thing, as it turns out. This week, with the release of her memoir, "Unlikely Angel," Smith admits that she earned Nichols' confidence by offering him a dip into her stash of crystal methamphetamine. Nichols, Smith says in the book, didn't know what "ice" was, or how to take it. "You don't have to smoke it," she recalls telling him. "You can hot rail it or snort it." She cut it up for him herself, using a plastic supermarket card and a $20 bill. Smith didn't tell police investigators, or the media, about the meth until months later"
So much for a religious experience. The feel-good story of the year crashes and leaves you feeling about as spiritual as after a feel-up on the subway, by the middle-aged man in the three piece suit.
Not that I have much ire (that word, again) for Smith. My anger is primarily at the media who has a need to mislead. Reality doesn't seem to be compelling enough a story anymore, so it's all fabrications and sweetners. This has shades of Jessica Lynch, the PFC who was rescued from that hospital in Iraq: creating fake heroes to sustain our belief in a higher being: I refer, of course, to the culture industry. True heroes are only dubbed heroes years down the line when the facts become irrefutable and their achievements gain context and can be seen as a whole.
How sad is the age we live in?
posted by Basil Epicurus at 9:46 AM
1 Comments:
Rush Limbaugh is the last person on this Earth who should talk about another persons illegal "drug use". That fat piece of SHIT has illegally taken more pills than Courtney Love. Conservatives = Hypocrites
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