As a human being, I sympathize with the pain that Rush Limbaugh’s family is feeling. That pain is real, and human beings are very rarely a consistent monster to everyone that knows them, we’re almost always far more complex than that.
But, as a human being, I also personally feel no sadness in his passing. I was 12 the first time I heard of Rush Limbaugh, a friend of mine was a big fan. He listened to his radio show and bought his books. I remember the title, “Rush is Right!”, or something similar. Even then I did not like the arrogance and rhetoric that were part of his persona, it just clashed with the limited world view I had at the time. I could not agree with the anger and and sheer meanness of his words. My friend, though, he ate them up like candy. He was an angry kid. Angry at the world, angry at his parents, angry at himself. Rush gave him a target in his daily monologues about the depravity of the Left, the Libtards and their ilk. I didn’t realize it then, but Rush was leading my friend down a bad path. Not the politics, really, but the rhetoric.
Rush Limbaugh was one of a handful of pseudo-conservative media personalities that built their empire on hate, anger and lies. He paved the way for the likes of Alex Jones, Mike Savage and Tucker Carlson. He’s the guy that enabled people like Ben Shapiro to succeed against all reason. Rush Limbaugh, along with Fox News and a few others, helped radicalize and divide a nation and he did so to his dying day. Proud, unapologetic and happy with the result.
His family may hurt, and for that I sympathize, but I am glad he is no longer hurting ours with his malicious propaganda. All the wealth in the world is not worth the damage he did to our country and its citizens.
