“The real primary diseases of man are such defects as pride, cruelty, hate, self-love, ignorance, instability and greed; and each of these, if considered, will be found to be adverse to Unity.”—Edward BachI have a morbid curiosity about people like Sean Hannity. He's a nice looking man with a nice family, Irish Catholic, and a bag full of hate like no one I've ever known with the exception of Rush Limbaugh. How anyone can be as continuously wrong on the little points makes me crazy. He opens his can of worms nearly everyday to pull out this nightcrawler, “Osama Bin Laden's driver shouldn't have any rights!” when in actuality he means Saddam Hussein's driver. As I recall, Osama walks over rocks, is in the mountains of Pakistan anyway, and never had a driver. Hannity gets himself so worked up he can barely remember his own name.
Hannity's best sense is knowing when a caller is a liberal and smart enough to get the best of him in an argument. Sean immediately hits all his favorite, generic rant points culminating with his rudely cutting off of the call.
This ridiculous zombie, this ranting inconsequential being of a , dare I say, man? This clone of Limbaugh, this slut to Coulter. I’d like to go on but I won't. In an effort to be brief, God he makes me want to puke. Great American my ass.
Some schoolyard is missing a bully. And Saddam Hussein’s driver might yet ecsape noteriety, thanks to Sean.