The Fantasy Years

ON THE AIR, RUSH PATROLLED the political scene dressed in a leopard skin loincloth, holding a cudgel. He gesticulated. He grunted. He stomped his feet. And the callers hooted in approval. And a man in Missouri snickered, “There’s a word for liberals rewriting history.”
Another voice quipped: “Oh, I got a word for it, all right.”
“It’s called postmodernism.”
“Oh, I got a better word for it.”
“I bet you do.”
“I call it hogwash. That’s what I call it.”
“It’s bullshit. But it’s got a fancy name.”
“I call it nonsense thought up by a bunch of limp-wristed elitists who never had to work an honest day in their life.” And how could men discussing policy compare to this?

From a voice in Oklahoma: “Liberalism says everything is okay.”
“It says everything’s morally relative.”
“That’s what those professors teach in the universities.”
“That’s what the kids learn: Nothing is any worse than the other.”
“Just like all this OJ business. Those liberals will tell you OJ isn’t a killer; he was driven to kill by being a black man in a white society.”
“There’s no such thing as personal responsibility for them.”
“For liberals it’s more important to be politically correct than right.”
“And being politically correct means there is no such things as right and wrong.”

Sneeze!
“Post-modernism for liberals says there is no up and down.”
“For liberals there is no left or right.”
“For them, there is no black or white.”
“To those liberals Hitler was just misunderstood.”
“To those liberals Stalin is just a product of his environment.”
“To those liberals we just needed to be more accommodating to Ho Chi Minh.”
“Because they don’t understand freedom.”
“And they don’t want to. They’re too busy trying not to offend foreigners and gays.”