Not Politics As Usual. The Righteous Vs. The Extreme Right. Vote Your Conscience.
Rock on, Mike!
Michael J. Fox doesn’t need me to defend him from the ignorant, blubbery, blabbering made by right-wing radio windbag Rush Limbaugh against Mr. Fox’s recent television ads supporting stem cell research. He did a fine and honorable job of it himself. Limbaugh’s accusation that Mr. Fox exaggerated the effects of his Parkinson’s disease was greeted by overwhelming criticism against the big, fat idiot. Consequently, Limbaugh would make a half-assed, conditional apology to Mr. Fox and then proceed to say Mr. Fox is only doing the ad for politically motivated reasons. Limbaugh also stated Mr. Fox was giving victims of Parkinson's false hope with the promise of stem cell research.
Hey, Rush, you mean like the false hope you and the right wing extreme are giving to everyone about victory in Iraq? Drop the compassionate conservative charade. It’s insulting and it never worked, not then and definitely not now. By the way, how does it feel to relive your playground bully days, still picking on the sick, small guy? Next time pick on someone more your size like Asashoryu Akinori.
No offense to sumo wrestlers.
I was honored enough to work with Mr. Fox for about three months on a television pilot he created. We worked on the same floor just down the hall from each other. The first time I met him I was saddened by his frail physique. This wasn’t the Michael J. Fox that I as a child and teenager grew up watching on television and in movies. In front of me wasn’t the guy who, ironically enough, played that loveable, junior Republican on Family Ties. (But, then again, that was the era of the Reagan Republican and not the twisted deformity of Republicanism we have now.) When I met him I could tell he was having a difficult time controlling his speech and physical movements. It was very uncomfortable to watch. Later on during a meeting, I would witness the tremors associated with Parkinson’s as he was trying to conduct a meeting and it was even more difficult to watch. Even so, Mr. Fox was able to make it through the meeting and take care of business. All this time he was on his medication. He wasn’t violently flailing about the office just to teach the production staff something about Parkinson’s disease. This was just how it was. This was Mr. Fox’s life. Eventually I became used to seeing his occasional spasms and problems with speech and I came to accept this version of Michael J. Fox as the Michael J. Fox. And this Michael J. Fox is one of the kindest, most sincere and most compassionate guys I know.