It's too easy.

Your attention please. In the next day or so, you can expect to see lots of jokes in the other Democrat-leaning blogs about the recent confirmation that Rush Limbaugh can't get it up. I would just like to state, here and now and for the record, that such jokes are cheap, and we here at Dictionopolis in Digitopolis are better than that.

No, you won't see us reveling in the revelation that Rush Limbaugh couldn't get hard with Lindsay Lohan riding him. Not for us the speculation that even a coked-out Ginger Lynn paying special oral attention to his whithered, pinky-sized member wouldn't inspire even a semi.

It would be callous of us to postulate that the once-in-a-blue-moon times Rush actually does get hard, it's when he's using torture pictures from Iraq as a stroke book.

Or that his lifelike inflatable doll of Mary Matalin has several suspicious and sad indentations in the bum-area. Or that he and Michael Medved had an encounter they still don't talk about at a glory hole.

Such talk would be pandering, and we will not stand for it here at Dictionopolis In Digitopolis.

We will, however, register again our distaste with Mary Lynn Rajskub for allowing his lips to come into contact with her cheek.

Now, onward with clean hands and composure.