These days, if you’re listening to someone on the national stage, taking their words to heart, without using your own brain to filter what’s being conveyed, fact from fiction, then you truly are a walking, talking moron, and you have no one to blame but yourself. You’re stupid, and you need to own it. Last week, while driving the Valley roadways, I couldn’t access the blues on my phone music app, so, being a sucker for punishment, I tuned into local radio station KURV and started listening to the guy filling in for Limbaugh, who appears to be in the end ...