OK, any comparison between Ira and Rush is not at all fair. One is a bloated, pill-popping, black-shirt-with-the-top-THREE-buttons-unbuttoned-wearing ideologue. The other just soothes away life's pains with pleasant stories on NPR. Today's SFOTD features sensual tufts of graying hair, erotic Mad Men-esque glasses, that killer smile, and mmmmm don't even get me started on his extra large...microphone... Are we on the air?
