Bitter abortion advocate demonstrates to Rush Limbaugh that no good deed goes unpunished
Merritt Tierce, budding novelist, former executive director of a not for profit and, of course, like all under appreciated artistes, a former moonlighting waitress, thought the $2000 in tips from Rush Limbaugh on a couple of meals at a high end Dallas restaurant "felt like 'blood money." So she gave it to her charity: the Texas Equal Access (TEA) Fund, a group that finances abortion for poor women.
Irony seems to be completely lost on this woman. I wonder if the concept was covered in the coursework when she got her MFA from the University of Iowa?
Of course, her first novel, which she is now promoting, is all about working in a restaurant.
Let me hazard as guess as to the tone of this work. Since she looks like she is mad at the world, I bet her novel tells in great detail how the main character is mad at life in general and then beats the reader over the head with "the truth" about the high-end restaurant business. She will then wonder why so few people bought her novel. (Or came to her play, or listened to his music or bought the painting or sculpture, etc. etc etc.)
Irony seems to be completely lost on this woman. I wonder if the concept was covered in the coursework when she got her MFA from the University of Iowa?
Of course, her first novel, which she is now promoting, is all about working in a restaurant. Let me hazard as guess as to the tone of this work. Since she looks like she is mad at the world, I bet her novel tells in great detail how the main character is mad at life in general and then beats the reader over the head with "the truth" about the high-end restaurant business. She will then wonder why so few people bought her novel. (Or came to her play, or listened to his music or bought the painting or sculpture, etc. etc etc.)
The world of art is full of poseurs who routinely mistake progressive dogma for profound insight and garden variety experiences as penetrating metaphor. Those few with genuine talent actually seldom tell the audience much of anything. Instead, a real artist makes an audience feel the emotion as if it were their own.
Merritt Tierce, budding novelist, former executive director of a not for profit and, of course, like all under appreciated artistes, a former moonlighting waitress, thought the $2000 in tips from Rush Limbaugh on a couple of meals at a high end Dallas restaurant "felt like 'blood money." So she gave it to her charity: the Texas Equal Access (TEA) Fund, a group that finances abortion for poor women.
Irony seems to be completely lost on this woman. I wonder if the concept was covered in the coursework when she got her MFA from the University of Iowa?
Of course, her first novel, which she is now promoting, is all about working in a restaurant.
Let me hazard as guess as to the tone of this work. Since she looks like she is mad at the world, I bet her novel tells in great detail how the main character is mad at life in general and then beats the reader over the head with "the truth" about the high-end restaurant business. She will then wonder why so few people bought her novel. (Or came to her play, or listened to his music or bought the painting or sculpture, etc. etc etc.)
The world of art is full of poseurs who routinely mistake progressive dogma for profound insight and garden variety experiences as penetrating metaphor. Those few with genuine talent actually seldom tell the audience much of anything. Instead, a real artist makes an audience feel the emotion as if it were their own.
Irony seems to be completely lost on this woman. I wonder if the concept was covered in the coursework when she got her MFA from the University of Iowa?
Of course, her first novel, which she is now promoting, is all about working in a restaurant.
Let me hazard as guess as to the tone of this work. Since she looks like she is mad at the world, I bet her novel tells in great detail how the main character is mad at life in general and then beats the reader over the head with "the truth" about the high-end restaurant business. She will then wonder why so few people bought her novel. (Or came to her play, or listened to his music or bought the painting or sculpture, etc. etc etc.)
The world of art is full of poseurs who routinely mistake progressive dogma for profound insight and garden variety experiences as penetrating metaphor. Those few with genuine talent actually seldom tell the audience much of anything. Instead, a real artist makes an audience feel the emotion as if it were their own.
So, let's think about this for a minute. "Blood-money?"
From Wikipedia I found this:
Blood money may refer to:
- Blood money (restitution), money paid to the next of kin of a murder victim as a fine
- Thirty pieces of silver, in The New Testament, the price for which Judas Iscariot betrayed Jesus
- Weregild, in English history, reparational payment usually demanded of a person guilty of homicide or other wrongful death
- The money earned for contract killing
And even if Rush were guilty of something worthy of referring to the tip as blood money, in what universe does it make sense to help insure the brutal murder of an innocent child in the womb as a way to atone for whatever sins, either perceived or real, may have been committed by him?
I'm sure it would have been unthinkable to give the money to a homeless shelter or a community food bank or something that actually gives aid and comfort to someone who is suffering.
Naaaahh! Can't do that.
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