RUSH: This is CNN’s Election Center last night. Campbell Brown and Jessica Yellin, two babes have an arousal gap, Obamagasm talking about this guy.
YELLIN: Campbell, the audience here clearly thought he can do anything or anything he does is in his reach. He took off his jacket, and let’s take a look what happened when he did that for a moment. (cheers and applause) Just for taking off his jacket. I wonder what would have happened if he’d loosened his tie. Campbell?
BROWN: And there are those who say he has a women problem, huh?
RUSH: So they’re going bonkers, even the female reporters. No, no, no even pretense of objectivity. Let’s listen to Maya Angelou, who did the poem at Bill Clinton’s inauguration in 1993, The River, the Rock, and the Tree. Remember that? Cookie, see if you can find that. I mean I know we have it in our archives. I watched this, I watched Maya Angelou deliver the poem at the inauguration, The River, the Rock, the Tree, and Clinton just got that W. C. Fields total grin on his face, (doing Clinton impression) ‘This is so great, I just love that.’ It was gobbledygook. Anyway, Larry King said to Maya Angelou, ‘You wrote a poem in praise of Hillary that starts: ‘You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies, you may tread me in the very dirt, but still like dust, I’ll rise.”
ANGELOU: And she has risen, she has dared, and that is fabulous. You know, just think of this little young white woman, coming out, deciding she’s going to be the president of the United States of America, and to see her sticking it when people laughed at her, and there were those who decided she could not stick to it, she would not go on, she would fall, and she stayed. And, you know, I believe in going out with whom you came in with. I believed in her and I stuck with her, and when she said, this is it, then I said, ‘Now I will support Senator Obama.’
RUSH: Wow. Just wow.
RUSH: We have one minute here of Maya Angelo’s poem A River, A Rock, A Tree from the Clinton inauguration. The whole poem ran over six minutes so we just have one minute of this, but this is enough, and it actually isn’t gobbledygook. Not just gobbledygook, it’s… Here. Here, listen to this. I’m going to have to translate this for you and I’ll be happily able to do it.
ANGELOU: A Rock, A River, A Tree / Hosts to species long since departed, / Marked the mastodon. / The dinosaur, who left dry tokens / Of their sojourn here / Any broad alarm of their hastening doom / Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages. / But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully, / Come, you may stand upon my / Back and face your distant destiny, / But seek no haven in my shadow. / I will give you no more hiding place down here. / You, created only a little lower than / The angels, have crouched too long in / The bruising darkness, / Have lain too long / Face down in ignorance. / Your mouths spilling words / Armed for slaughter.
RUSH: Now, this went on for another five minutes, Maya Angelou and the inaugural poem for Bill Clinton in 1993. Let’s go back to the top of this. (doing Maya Angelou impression) ‘A rock, a river, a tree hosts to species long since departed, marked the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens of their sojourn here.’ Now, what is a ‘dry token’? What is a dinosaur ‘dry token’? Exactly right, Mr. Snerdley. This is a poem about dinosaur excrement. This is a poem about dinosaur dung ‘who left dry tokens of their sojourn here on our planet floor.’ So here’s the president of the United States, who’s been inaugurated, and he’s getting a poem here about dinosaur dung read in his honor by Maya Angelou. And of course ‘their sojourn here on our planet floor, any broad alarm of their hastening doom is lost in the gloom of dust and ages, but today the rock cries out to us clearly, forcefully: come, you may stand upon my back and face your distant destiny.’ The mastodon is a dinosaur elephant, and that’s what marked the mastodon, the dinosaur. So it’s mastodon dinosaur dung. If you go through the whole thing, it actually is a very, very partisan poem with some vulgarity to it — and of course it appealed to Clinton’s ego because this was a poem for him about what he faced, and we’re no different than dinosaur dung, but Bill Clinton’s gotta go stand on the rocks out there and take us all on his back, but he can’t hide. He can’t be in the shadows. He’s gotta be on the back and gotta be everybody’s back — and of course it almost happened, but he ended up sitting down in the Oval Office rather than laying down.