Subway, the Anti-Rush Limbaugh Boycott and the Sad Debacle That Is #UniteBlue

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A late lunch with 10-year-old daughter Reagan at Subway today.

The entirely negative and destructive agenda of the Left — they hate America, and if you love America, they hate you — has turned its focus to attempting to destroy Rush Limbaugh by boycotting his advertisers. The so-called “Stop Rush” campaign was recently commercialized by Democrat Party consultant Zack Green, who on Friday put up a post called “Boycott @Subway until they dump Rush Limbaugh” at his 140Elect.com firm’s site. Zack Green is also the founder of “Unite Blue” (@UniteBlue or #UniteBlue), about which he had this to say in February:

In August of 2012 we launched UniteBlue.com to connect the Left on Twitter. I wasn’t interested in another top-down organization. UniteBlue is a bottom-up attempt to empower activists to push their agendas. . . .
We are growing rapidly, would love to bring others on board. . . . We are also in the process of becoming a 501c4 non-profit.

The anti-Subway/anti-Limbaugh campaign would seem to be a demonstration project by Green intended to showcase the effectiveness of (a) his online prowess as a Twitter consultant, and (b) his group, Unite Blue. If he can take out this one advertiser, Green wins — he’s the Big Dog and, presumably, he gets more consulting clients.

Well . . . Hello, massive fail: Rush Limbaugh has millions of radio listeners, while Green’s supposedly influential online organization @UniteBlue has only about 18,000 followers on Twitter (fewer followers than I have as an individual) and Rush’s listeners quickly put together their own “Rush to Subway” campaign that led to crowded dining rooms and lines out the door today at lunch time.

There is a problem that the anti-Limbaugh crowd can’t seem to understand: Bad causes attract bad people. Trying to shut down the most successful talk-radio program in America — to silence dissent against the Democrat-Media Complex — is a very bad cause indeed.

Is it therefore surprising to know that one of the key activists in #UniteBlue — indeed, a board member — turned out to be a drug dealer who was fighting child pornography charges? William “Bill” Talley was exposed in May after Zack Green and #UniteBlue tried to quietly dump him from the board and hush up the scandal. On May 29, Talley was sentenced to prison at a hearing in Nashville:

Detective Chad Gish testified to THOUSANDS of images and videos William Talley had in his possession, including children as young as THREE . . .
Detective Gish also testified to credit card receipts found on Talley’s PC as proof he had been buying access to child pornography . . .
Detective Gish: “These videos were so reprehensible. A three year old girl screaming while she was being raped”

Are we really surprised that a drug dealer who buys child pornography of 3-year-old girls getting raped is a progressive activist?

And are we surprised that people like that hate Rush Limbaugh?

Sure, Rush sometimes says things that are controversial. But given a choice between America’s Truth Detector and scum like “Unite Blue,” I think decent people know what side they’re on.

Also, those Subway sandwiches were delicious.



 


171 comments

  1. Yeah, readin’ writin’ and ‘rithmetic will get you a long way in today’s world. At least folks like you would welcome the segregation.

  4. That would be your party that was responsible for segregation, dimwit. Maybe you could do with some of that readin’, hm?

  5. You want rotten junk, I suggest you look in your own pants. Rather doubt it’s either a foot long or that it’s worth five bucks.

  10. I love the way Rush handled this too: total silence. (As far as I know – sometimes I miss portions of his program while working.)

    Rush knows that mentioning this on-air would make it 100 times larger than it is, lending legitimacy to this thing.

  11. StopRush boycotters are often confused by SUBWAY’s $5 Footlongs because of the metric system. #RoyaleWithCheese

  12. Funny how DemoKKKrats can attack someone who got (and took care of, a long time ago) an addiction to painkillers, while supporting someone collecting child porn.

    I guess you figure a temporary addiction to a doctor-prescribed drug is worse than supporting the rape of three year olds.

  17. 100 years ago, we had no Federal Reserve, no Welfare, no government-run or -funded health care, and a dollar was worth 22x as much as today. The best of all, we had no income tax.

  21. Actually no, we didn’t. It moved to Manhattan from Scranton to make a name for itself…

  22. Don’t get the “cooked” stuff at Subway. Stick with the cold cuts. Those are fine sammiches.

    My two favorite franchise sub shops are regional:
    1) Penn Station (out of Cinci)
    2) Jimmy John’s (out of Lansing/Ann Arbor)

    Here’s how good Penn Station subs are:

    About three or four years ago, the K-Missus and I were on a return trip from the Redneck Riviera back to Michigan. We were travelling in late January/early February. As we hit Cinci, it was about 9:30pm and we were really hungry. We got off at a random exit with “town” around it and looked for a place that was open. After about fifteen minutes of cruising, we found a Penn Station franchise that was already prepping to close. They welcomed us in and said they’d be happy to make us some food. Up till then, I’d never heard of the franchise.

    The K-Missus got an 8-inch artichoke/mushroom & cheese and I got a foot-long Italian. (Conjure with that as you will.)

    It was about thirty degrees out, and right as we entered the shop, it began to snow.

    Then it began to blizzard.

    As we got back in the car with our to-go sammiches, I had to clear off nearly four inches of snow (took like ten minutes to get that deep).

    We eased back onto the freeway, as my rumbling pit of gastric juices and the smell of fresh, toasty bread collided, I admit I had to open my sub to begin the scarfage, right there on the ramp. We were going about five mph, so no biggie.

    Now, in Cinci, I-79 is an elevated roadway. So what it was that night was a calamity of spinouts, collisions, blue-flashing lights, snot-slick road surface, heavy snowfall, and the usual morons who think the laws of physics have changed since the last time it snowed, and they can now go faster than you.

    One truck had nearly blocked the entire Northbound pavement, and several cars were facing the wrong direction. The density of flashing emergency lights was greater than I’d ever seen.

    It was like a freaking video game: creeping between the wreckage, watching for pedestrians (! – mostly cops), trying like hell to not be the one sliding downhill on banked turns, and watching for morons with no traction.

    Despite this, I could. not. stop. eating.

    Best damn sammich I ever ate. Well worth risking the sheet metal–and maybe concussion, along with the attendant freezing in a stopped wreck, waiting for emergency crews. And I’d do it again.

    Somehow, despite my fighting the dripping salad oil and bits of falling tomato, we made it through this gauntlet of beaten panels, and just north of Dayton we found a Hotel and camped for two nights, till the roads cleared.

    We drive forty minutes every couple of weeks so I can get the K-Missus her fix of those artichoke sammiches.

    Penn Station. Always get the grilled peppers.

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