If there is a god of irony somewhere, she is laughing herself silly right about now. Deep, deific bellylaughs are rolling across the heavens.

Maybe that's what all that thunder was about last week…. Rush Limbaugh, the guy who was throwing people under the bus before most of us even knew you could throw people under the bus (and let's take this opportunity to never, ever use that phrase again), got flicked to the gutter like the societal booger he really is by the one group of people on the planet he most aggressively sucks up to, the one group that means more to him than any other: the rich, white guys club.

When not a single NFL owner rose up to Limbaugh's defense last week, when in fact the only owner who spoke up, Jim Irsay of the Colts, said, "I, myself, couldn't even consider voting for him," you could just about hear the steam ripping out of Limbaugh's ears.

When the Commissioner of the NFL, Roger Goodell, (or as Selena Roberts like to call him, "The Voice From Above"), spoke up and said of Limbaugh, in no uncertain terms, "The comments that Rush made specifically about Donovan, I disagree with very strongly. I have said many times before that we are all held to a higher standard here. I think divisive comments are not what the NFL is all about. I would not want to see those kind of comments from people who are in a responsible position within the NFL. No. Absolutely not," well the pressure in Rush's head simply grew too terrible and his brain exploded, again, spewing forth the kind of nonsense we've come to expect from him.

"What is happening to the National Football League, what is about to happen to it, has already happened to Wall Street, has already happened to the automobile business," Limbaugh said.

"This is about the future of the United States of America and what kind of country we're going to have," he continued.

And of course, he lashed out at his favorite bugaboo, that liberal cabal, the media.

"Believe me, the hatred that exists in this is found in the sports writer community, it's found in the news business, it's found in the race hustler business."

Uh huh…

Did he really say "race hustler business"?

Did the guy who called the President of the United States a "Halfrican-American" really complain that other people were playing the race card?

Did the guy who said of a fight that broke out on a school bus "We need segregated buses ... This is Obama's America," really complain that other people were playing the race card?!

Did the guy who once said of the NFL, "Let me put it to you this way: the NFL all too often looks like a game between the Bloods and the Crips without any weapons," really complain that other people were playing the race card?!?!

Did the same self-serving, double-standard-loving, (ever hear Rush, the prescription-drug addict, go on about how all other drug addicts should go directly to jail?), blowhard of a race-baiter who once called illegal immigrants "invasive species" really complain that other people were playing the race card?!?!?!

Really?

Look, I'm not saying I'm looking to spend some time alone with Rush in a dark alley, one fist holding a roll of nickels, the other a tube-sock full of bar soap.

But the only way this situation could have played out any better would've been if Roger Goodell had blessed Limbaugh's bid, with one tiny condition; Limbaugh would have had to suit up for one August day's worth a full-contact, two-a-days against an NFLPA's chosen group of representatives. I'm thinking guys like Ray Lewis, Troy Polamalu, Albert Haynesworth, Julius Peppers and Bob Sanders; Sean Taylor would've been a perfect guy for Limbaugh's welcome-to-the-NFL party.

If Limbaugh survived, if he made he cut, so to speak, he'd get to join the club.

But locking him out, without even listening to his take on the situation, now and forever, is pretty good too.

Score one for the goddess of irony.