There's an old admonition, dating from ancient Greece, about not speaking ill of the dead.
Which is, of course, ridiculous.
Besides, if I couldn't "speak ill" about Rush Limbaugh, I wouldn't have anything to say about him; and honestly, where's the fun in that?
To be fair, I never ever ever listened to his show, for the simple reason that I'm not a halfwit.
But, occasionally, I would read about what he said, and that, naturally, led to the following perception:
What a fucking asshole he was!
In fact, I would put him on the Mount Rushmore of Fucking Assholes.
There really is no other way to describe his racist, misogynist, homophobic, xenophobic, hypocritical parade of lies than as a steaming pile of dog shit.
That a legion of mouth breathing morons listened to and believed everything he crapped out on a daily basis only confirms my belief that there are many, many, millions of imbeciles in this exceptional land of ours.
By the way, this is a problem that there is no easy remedy for. We, the sane, will just have to figure out a way to coexist with a large swarm of idiots. And hope that they don't out breed us.
To give him his due, he was a master of the Big Lie--Goebbels would have been proud.
And he gave Fox News the template for their ongoing assault on decency and truth.
It's really not too complicated. Just lie about everything and a large audience of hateful scum will follow you anywhere.
It's quite fitting that a traitorous piece of garbage like Donald J. Trump would give a festering pile of shit like Rush Limbaugh a Presidential Medal of Freedom*. After all, he taught a generation of maggots to dance a jig, and told them that whatever the issue, they were always the aggrieved party.
Trump and Limbaugh were, in fact, kindred spirits. Twin sons of different mothers, as it were.
So, to sum up, very glad that he is dead.
Very sorry that it didn't happen decades ago.
*(In this case, shouldn't it be spelled FreeDumb?)
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