Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Desperate measures of cloying self-praise/love


L'il Rush so mad at the "swells" he's like the most cloying parody of one.

"Largely decorated by Limbaugh himself, [his Palm Beach house] reflects the things and places he has seen and admired. A massive chandelier in the dining room, for example, is a replica of the one that hung in the lobby of New York's Plaza Hotel. The vast salon is meant to suggest Versailles. The main guest suite, which I didn't visit, is an exact replica of the Presidential Suite at the Hotel George V in Paris. There is a full suit of armor on display, as well as a life-size oil painting of El Rushbo. Fragrant candles burned throughout the house, a daily home-from-the-wars ritual."


It's a stereotype of "The Great Gatsby" for Idiots, and a stereotype of Castro District Gay Chic all in the guise of a "Hotel/Motel Art Fair".

h/t Balloon Juice.

11 comments:

Montag said...

Oh, hell, Gatsby had taste compared with Limpballs.

This is another in a series of things that I wish Nathanael West had lived long enough to see.

Anonymous said...

And from such heights of nuanced, exquisite taste, the rest of us get the RayGun tinkle down effect. I like to be in ameriKKKa, OK by me in ameriKKKa...

Olives and Arrows said...

heh/
....the photo resembles the POS Rob Reiner.

Anonymous said...

Mommy's little teabagger's back from irrigating her lower 48.

Anonymous said...

"....the photo resembles the POS..."

...said the "left of center" clown.

Raoul Paste said...

Grandiosity is the flip side of shame.

pansypoo said...

decorated or duplicated posh? no character of himself, as he has none.

guessed said...

please don't insult queers. rush's taste is too musty to be gay chic.

Rhode Island Rules said...

I love, love, love me...

pansypoo said...

trying to buy class.

Harry R. Sohl said...

I suppose it would be gaudy of him to display his extremely accurate and extensive paint-by-numbers "Clown Paintings Series" by John Wayne Gacy.

That's why he keeps them in a secret room in the dungeon with that bottle of Viagra...