If you see his honor getting smaller, he’s leaving – apologies to Waylon Jennings.
U.S. District Court Judge Richard Cebull is a wonder. The judge sent six friends a joke accusing the president’s late mother of bestiality, then claimed the gag was only political.
The judge issued a tepid defense: “The only reason I can explain it to you is I am not a fan of our president, but this goes beyond not being a fan,” Judge Cebull said. “I didn’t send it as racist, although that’s what it is. I sent it out because it’s anti-Obama.”
Any one of several investigations proposed will have to deal with the judge’s using his office and government equipment to campaign against the incumbent.
Cebull’s claim that he is not a racist strikes a note as sour as a cracked bell. Of course he’s racist. The world knows he is. A lot of his friends and colleagues must have known earlier.
His “the Devil made me do it” plea would not get much traction in federal court. The judge himself has heard too many versions of this old dodge.
Imagine a child molester brought before Cebull pleading, “Honest, your honor, I don’t know what got into me. I did molest that little girl but I am not a pedophile.”
What I cannot imagine is what kind of friends does the judge have who might enjoy an obscene and odious joke about another man’s dead mother?
Thousands of Cebull’s peers, including the 20,000 members of the National Bar Association – an organization of minority lawyers and judges – plus the New York Times, an army of network news pundits and two members of Congress have called for him to resign.
And resign he will.
When a single 9th Circuit judge whispers “frog,” the judge will jump.
Is it just a coincidence that attacks on women come in bunches?
Just after the judge confessed his smutty faux pas, Rush Limbaugh called a Georgetown student a slut and a prostitute and said she should make pornographic videos for his enjoyment.
Both the judge and the Gush apologized.
The judge’s apology was not worth much – he admitted the racism while saying he wasn’t a racist but made no mention of his attack on the president’s mother.
Limbaugh’s apology to Sandra Fluke was as arrogant and odious as the initial offense.
The Gush began losing advertisers immediately. As of this writing, the deserters have topped 50. The Gush compared the loss to the loss of a couple of French fries.
In this case, the arrogant lowlife is telling the truth. The Gush makes more than $40 million a year in salary alone. The best guess is that he is a billionaire.
Tune in tomorrow. Limbaugh will be on the air. Ditto next week, the next week and … aaaargh!
Sandra Fluke is an attractive, bright and articulate young woman. As a student at Georgetown University, she felt obliged to make a point for women who would be denied contraception by GOP-conceived legislation.
Had Gush listened, he would have heard that birth control pills are used for much more than contraception. The pill is used to prevent breast cancer, to treat acne, menopause symptoms and other conditions.
As a feminist, a student and an activist ripe for a future in politics – Fluke will be heard from again.
Rush Hudson Limbaugh III was born in Cape Girardeau, Mo., the son of Mildred Carolyn “Millie” (née Armstrong) and Rush Hudson Limbaugh Jr. His father was a lawyer and a U.S. fighter pilot who served in the China-Burma-India Theater of World War II.
Gush, a hawk by any standard, dodged service in Vietnam with a deferment for a boil on his butt.
Judge Cebull, a Billings lawyer, was nominated by former President George W. Bush and received his commission in 2001 and has served as chief judge for the District of Montana since 2008.
There is no law barring a talk show host from being a pig, but a strict judicial code governs the conduct of federal judges.
The Montana Human Rights Network cited the code in a complaint filed in federal court last week asking Judge Cebull to resign.
The code is about maintaining integrity, fairness and impartiality. It commands our respect of the judge’s office. A judge who dishonors that code is no judge at all, just a pathetic old man in a dress warming a seat on the bench.