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Rush Limbaugh: Marconi’s Titan
It may seem like we’re on an express elevator to hell. Maybe we’ve hit a tipping point, maybe we haven’t. But I submit to you, gentle reader, there is one reason we haven’t already slid this great country into a socialist hellscape. One man who stood, initially and literally alone, like Horatio at the bridge and stymied, befuddled and confused–and infuriated–The Left. That man was America’s Anchorman, The Doctor of Democracy, The Last Man Standing: Rush Limbaugh.
For more than 33 years, Rush has fought for truth, justice, and the American way. There were no conservative media when Rush started out. To whatever extent we Americans have a conservative micron of a fraction of a sliver of the media now, we have Rush to thank. Rush, who stood alone, taught us how to fight, stiffened our resolve, and gave us the tools we need to win the ideological conflict and preserve this Republic–if only we would use them.
Know a man’s enemies, you’ll know the man. Rush was hated, despised, and feared by a preening, self-impressed, arrogant press that saw itself as the gatekeeper to what information the American people would have available to them, and to what the narrative would be. Rush was hated, despised, and feared by Democrat politicians, whose rapacious appetite for grift and corruption only Rush had the stones to point out–those Democrat politicians who could not (until recently) honestly articulate their agenda, because said agenda was and is anathema to the founding principles of our Republic. Rush was hated, despised, and feared by squishy, linguine-spined Republicans who only wanted to lose gracefully, gratefully accept crumbs from the table of political power, and in the most craven means imaginable, enrich themselves whilst eschewing promises made to their constituents. And, too, we must never forget that Rush was hated, despised, and feared by plastic banana, phony-baloney, good-time rock’n’rollers from coast to coast.
Rush put the lie to the never-ending quest for bipartisanship with the dishonest, authoritarian Left, as embodied by the Democratic Party. “If someone wants you to drink a cup of poison, and you negotiate so that you only drink half a cup of poison, is that a win?” Amen.
The wise listener pays attention when Rush speaks. It’s imprudent not to listen to the sage advice and counsel of a powerful, influential member of the media who is almost always right 99.8%; of the time–even with half his brain tied behind his back, just to make it fair. When Rush picks up in his formerly nicotine-stained fingers and remarks upon an item from his stack of stuff, one knows that a smackdown on the left is about to occur. Not that Rush was ever purposefully combative or caustic–it’s just that he would wake up, minding his own business, and see the institutions of this great country being run down, and responded.
Rush taught us to reject the premise of Democrat/leftist assertions and arguments. Give them not a fig leaf of credibility or legitimacy when they run down our great country, its institutions, or the people who believe we should be governed by our Constitution, understood as the Founders intended. Reject the premise and assault what they really mean.
Rush taught us to assault the Left’s premises not with rancor and scathing words, but with humor. His nicknames for Democrat politicians helped make them, and thus their insane ideology, objects to laugh at. Who can forget “Dingy” Harry Reid, Patrick “Leaky” Leahy, or Adam “Pencil Neck” Schiff, among a plethora of other appellations? Rush’s sense of humor is always genuine, deceptively subtle (once you think about it for just a moment), and spot-on accurate for perforating Leftist superciliousness. Is there any better way to illustrate absurdity than by being absurd?
Even, maybe especially, when he isn’t eviscerating the Left, he is funny and often hilarious. Usually, listening to Rush in my car, he elicits an “I see what you did there” grin from me. Sometimes, he generates a for real, pull-over-or-you’ll-wreck-or-go-into-the-ditch guffaw from me.
Example: One time before he was going to take a trip, he took an extra day off because he had to pack. Somebody (probably Bo Snerdley) obviously wisecracked on their internal comms something like, “C’mon, man! You don’t pack. You have people for that!”
“What?” said Rush, “Okay, I don’t pack–but I have to point!” And into the ditch I went.
Another time, after Rush was “busted” coming back into the country with a Viagra prescription not in his name (as celebrities often–legally–have for their meds) and suffered the ensuing kerfuffle, he started his next show off with, “Folks, I told my doctor I was worried about the next election!” Annnnd into the ditch I went.
Rush called the shot on Trump being able to win the 2016 election. Rush famously doesn’t get involved with nor supports candidates during the primaries. But listeners with a gimlet ear could tell as Rush’s programs unfolded before their very eyes that DJT had a real shot at both winning the nomination and defeating Hillary Clinton. Once DJT clinched the nomination, Rush was on the bow wave of telling his enormous audience, basically, “this is a guy who says what he means and means what he says.”
I think Rush’s empathy and affinity for Trump stem from the fact that he understood the slings and arrows fired at Trump probably better than anyone could. Who else had spent decades suffering non-stop lies and bilious slander by politicians and the press? Rush knew that our corrupt and effete elite rolled their eyes when talking about either Rush or his audience–you know, the people that make this country work. Rush recognized that same elitist eye-roll when DJT spoke of putting America First or the unwashed, unrefined masses that would vote in support of such a risible concept.
Since he found out that he has advanced lung cancer, Rush has defined and owned being a mensch. Knowing what he’s going through, and the fact that he still comes out and stands astride the AM EM spectrum like a Colossus is both humbling and motivating. Look, I spent the majority of my life as a professional hard guy, and I don’t think I could face the challenges Rush is facing with his calm, grace, and equanimity. It is, simply, inspirational.
Never one to put a religious slant to his program, if you listen to Rush you know he believes. The cover of the most recent edition of his monthly newsletter bears the legend God Is With Me. The Lovely and Talented Mrs. Mongo, AKA Carol Ann (one of Rush’s top ten, all-time favorite female names) read the associated article with tears streaming down her face. “What will we do when he’s gone?”
“We’ll do what he taught us to do.”
Over the years, Rush has advised his audience, “Don’t panic. I’ll tell you when it’s time to panic.” Lately, though, he has adopted a different catchphrase:
Never stop fighting for America.
We won’t. We know how. And we have you to thank for it, brother.
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De gustibus non disputantum.
I agree with you, though.
More properly: “Try? Try? Do or do not! There is no try!”
Yeah. I shrugged off the Star Trek thing but that was deep, deep nerd pain.
To nerd pain you must not succumb until you have consulted Duck Duck Go for Shakespeare movie references.
For the Rush haters on the Left ….
He’s gone.
I just saw it too.
God bless Rush Limbaugh and his family. I am sure that prayers are welcome and needed for all.
So saddened by this.
https://www.foxnews.com/media/rush-limbaugh-dead-talk-radio-conservative-icon
Where are you guys seeing this? I’ve got the show on the radio, and I see no mention on my phone’s admittedly lousy news feed
ETA: I just checked Rush’s website…..I see it. Radio show must be a “Best of.”
RIP, Rush.
His app and his website are not functioning very well. I think everyone tried to log in at the same time. I tried to listen to his wife’s announcement and it’s just stuck.
This is absolutely epic. I could only find it broken up in parts on YouTube.
@bossmongo … you are a prophet!
RIP, brother Rush. We’ll miss you.
As my Navy brethren would say: wishing you fair winds and following seas.
of course she did!
And may he be raised up on eagle’s wings…
Steve Bannon can do radio?
Mark Steyn has written the second-best tribute to Rush that I’ve read this week, here.
I think he’s a terrible broadcaster. Really good interview though.
Yeah, it came from Scottie or was it Starbuck?
Here’s a toast to the host
Of those who love the vastness of the sky,
To a friend we send a message of the brave who serve on high.
We drink to those who gave their all of old,
Then down we roar to score the rainbow’s pot of gold.
A toast to the host of those we boast, the U.S. Air Force!
He was an exceptionally good mimic.
That is awesome. He needed to drawl more.
Full video.
https://www.c-span.org/video/?284357-3/rush-limbaugh-1951-2021
Sometime at eve when the tide is low,
I shall slip my moorings and sail away,
With no response to a friendly hail,
In the silent hush of the twilight pale,
When the night stoops down to embrace the day
And the voices call in the water’s flow.
Sometime at eve when the tide is low,
I shall slip my moorings and sail away.
Through purple shadows that darkly trail
O’er the ebbing tide of the unknown sea,
And a ripple of waters to tell the tale
Of a lonely voyager, sailing away
To mystic isles, where at anchor lay
The craft of those who had sailed before
O’er the unknown sea to the unknown shore.
A few who have watched me sail away
Will miss my craft from the busy bay;
Some friendly barques were anchored near,
Some loving souls that my heart held dear
In silent sorrow will drop a tear;
But I shall have peacefully furled my sail
In mooring sheltered from the storm and gale,
And greeted friends who had sailed before
O’er the unknown sea to the unknown shore.
The Unknown Shore, by Elizabeth Clark Hardy
Nice. Thanks.
Boss,
Never, ever write a tribute to me. I will come back to haunt you. I promise.
EC
The eyes were perfect.