It would simply not be possible to construct a more perfect example of
irony going wild. It is simply so sublime, such a pure perfect arch of
the boomarang that all one can do is stand back and admire its
peerless symmetry. Yes, for someone with Limbaugh's money, the
boomarang will always be rubber-tipped, but I don't think it takes
away from the perfection of the scene one bit.

However - and you have no idea how long I have wished that when this
day finally arrived there would be no 'Howevers.' Not a single however
did I want to have to put beneath the above paragraph, but I must.

Not like this. This isn't how I wanted it happen. I wanted him to go
down in a supernova of imploding hatred like McCarthy against the
Army. Now, my own human compassion that made me such a vehement
advesary of him has this knee jerk compassion for anybody in that
situation. If there's Oxycontin involved, he's up against a pretty
serious machine. I know this sounds nutty, but I really do hope the
brother is able to find some peace in his life.