Like little stars.
Speaking on his nationally syndicated radio program on Wednesday, conservative icon Rush Limbaugh attempted to be funny by making a joke about how women just want to shop and are also a bunch of prostitutes, too.
The impetus for Limbaugh’s remarks was his annoyance with House Republicans for their plan to vote on the construction of a National Women’s History Museum, an undertaking Limbaugh considered totally unnecessary.
“There isn’t going to be a National Men’s [Museum],” Limbaugh complained. “[A]ll those war museums and memorials, those are museums to men. We’ve left the women out, that’s right.”
The lack of an accompanying National Men’s Museum wasn’t Limbaugh’s only beef with the plan, though. He also said it was redundant. “We already have, ladies and gentlemen, I don’t know how many museums for women all over the country,” Limbaugh argued. “They are called malls.”
Limbaugh immediately joked about how this comment was likely to upset people and cause some of his fans to complain that his sexist jokes make it harder for the unconverted to take him seriously. But he brushed off their concerns, saying, “Satire, parody anyone?”
Ultimately, Limbaugh concluded, the real issue was the way Democrats pander to women by citing the so-called War on Women in order to win their votes. “Hey, I could have said brothel,” Limbaugh explained, “but I didn’t.”
Listen to Limbaugh’s version of “satire, parody” below, via Media Matters:
Like little stars.
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