For the past couple of months, Democrats have successfully promoted the notion that Rush Limbaugh, a flatulent sea donkey with a popular radio show for losers, was in fact the “real” head of the Republican party. This assertion has the advantage of being at least sort of true; Limbaugh’s show gets some frighteningly insane number of listeners, and he’s powerful enough that actual Republican politicians who cross him end up publicly castrated before live audiences of bloodthirsty Limbaugh fans.
But it appears the worm is turning! First Eric Cantor goes on George Stephanopoulos’s show and says that he does not agree with every single thing Rush Limbaugh has ever said or will say in the future. A full 24 hours later, Eric Cantor is still alive.
And now the compulsively quotable Michael Steele, the guy whom one might argue is the head of the Republican party in the sense that he is the frigging CHAIRMAN OF THE RNC, has decided that he too shall speak ill of the Limbaugh, and damn the consequences.
STEELE: So let’s put it into context here. Let’s put it into context here. Rush Limbaugh is an entertainer. Rush Limbaugh, his whole thing is entertainment. Yes, it’s incendiary. Yes, it’s ugly.
So now all your snarky media outlets get to write about how the party is “tearing itself apart,” and how there’s a bitter internecine war raging between the new dorky hip-hop wing of the party and the fat angry yokel wing of the party.
Eventually Rush Limbaugh can just start his own party, and between the Paultards and the Dittoheads, there will be nothing left of the Republicans but Michael Steele, Arlen Specter, and a juice box.