As if his self-righteous bile-vomiting demagoguery weren’t enough: He’s reportedly got something going with Mary Lynn Rajskub (Chloe of 24).
Jesus H. Fuck on a pointed stick! What a year for cultural icons of male/female attraction. First dewy ingénue Katie Holmes hitches up with sawed-off psychotic has-been Tom Cruise. Then slightly-overage girl-next door Sandra Bullock pimps out to real-life comic-book character Jesse James. Now plucky, down-to-earth, fresh-faced Mary Lynn is supposed to be giving it up for porky, balding, dissolute, cynical mass-manipulator Rush.
Better dirty up your acts, fellas: the era of the Tragic Mismatch is dawning. The woman of your dreams is being conditioned to want not the man of her dreams, but a broad commercial cartoon of hypermasculinity served up by the right-leaning media machine.
I myself plan to shave my head clean, cultivate my potbelly out to 48", cover myself in unattractive tattoos and pick fights in expensive restaurants. Ladies, come to papa.