Mom! You Can't Say that!

"Mom! You can't say that Rush Limbaugh is going to hell on your blog!", my daughter said this morning.
"Why not? It's my blog. I can say whatever I want as long as it's true. Besides, I didn't say he was going to hell. The Scripture did that for me."
"But you write a sewing and cooking blog, your readers might not like that. You've got the Bible and Rush Limbaugh in one post. That's dangerously close to "Kids, get off my lawn!"
I considered. Then I said, "All that is required for evil to triumph is for good people to say nothing. The Quakers believed that they had to bear witness against slavery. They went to jail for that. I would consider it a failure of conscience to say nothing. Besides, I have already been accused by my readers of living in Left Blogistan. And they all know I went to Berkeley. Al Franken called him a Big Fat Idiot in a book, and look where Al is now."
She was slightly mollified but it's clear she thinks I am a dangerous radical.
She also said that I can't write anything more about politics. But you know what? Since I was diagnosed with an incurable disease, Rush and his ilk don't scare me. Hello, Doctors without Borders? This fifty is from me.
And Rush? Get off my lawn.