A Christmas parody from Rush Limbaugh.
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The engineers in Mountain View, California have been spending their time trying to figure out how many degrees of separation there are between Kevin Bacon and every other actor, living or dead.
Effective immediately, if you perform a Google search for an actor’s name followed by the words “bacon number,” the first thing you’ll see is a bold declaration of how many degrees of separation there are between that actor and the seemingly omnipresent Mr. Bacon. Below that is a breakdown explsining how that number was calculated.
It turns into a surprisingly addicting game to try to find anyone at all who has a higher number than two. It seems nearly impossible to locate an actor who stretches to the full six degrees of separation.
Even such obscurities like Snooki from Jersey Shore are connected to Kevin Bacon through just one other actor. Even if you go back to people who died decades ago, the same thing applies. For example, Desi Arnaz of I Love Lucy fame was in the movie The Escape Artist. So was Joan Hackett. Hackett and Bacon were both in Only When I Laugh.
Orson Welles, Betty White, RuPaul, Elmo…they all have Bacon Numbers of 2.
It takes someone like William Rufus Shafter, whose entire filmography includes two short features from 1898 to attain a higher number than six. Google isn’t the only one to toy with this concept. In 2008, Microsoft analyzed instant message data and found most people are separated by no more than seven degrees.
The letter really speaks for itself, and many of us here I’m sure. It’s simply the frustration that the establishment seems to be winning again in 2012 while conservatism takes a back seat when it seemed to be doing all the work over the last few years:
Bristol Palin is following the fighting spirit of her famous “Mama” Grizzly!
On her blog, she wrote a very compelling message to the President.
Dear President Obama,
You don’t know my telephone number, but I hope your staff is busy trying to find it. Ever since you called Sandra Fluke after Rush Limbaugh called her a slut, I figured I might be next. You explained to reporters you called her because you were thinking of your two daughters, Malia and Sasha. After all, you didn’t want them to think it was okay for men to treat them that way:
“One of the things I want them to do as they get older is engage in issues they care about, even ones I may not agree with them on,” you said. “I want them to be able to speak their mind in a civil and thoughtful way. And I don’t want them attacked or called horrible names because they’re being good citizens.”
And I totally agree your kids should be able to speak their minds and engage the culture. I look forward to seeing what good things Malia and Sasha end up doing with their lives.
But here’s why I’m a little surprised my phone hasn’t rung. Your $1,000,000 donor Bill Maher has said reprehensible things about my family. He’s made fun of my brother because of his Down’s Syndrome. He’s said I was “f—-d so hard a baby fell out.” (In a classy move, he did this while his producers put up the cover of my book, which tells about the forgiveness and redemption I’ve found in God after my past – very public — mistakes.)
If Maher talked about Malia and Sasha that way, you’d return his dirty money and the Secret Service would probably have to restrain you. After all, I’ve always felt you understood my plight more than most because your mom was a teenager. That’s why you stood up for me when you were campaigning against Sen. McCain and my mom — you said vicious attacks on me should be off limits.
Yet I wonder if the Presidency has changed you. Now that you’re in office, it seems you’re only willing to defend certain women. You’re only willing to take a moral stand when you know your liberal supporters will stand behind you.