My Rush Limbaugh Moment

Okay, so I have a confession to make: I used to be an avid Rush Limbaugh listener. Yeah I know, right? Don't hate me. In my defense I have to say that it was very early in his career on the national stage, and to this day some—and I repeat some—of what he said in those earlier years still makes sense to me today. But that was then and this is now. And while I fully admit that, yeah my world view has changed as I've gotten older, I can't exactly say that about Rush. In fact, when he starts calling women ‘sluts’ and ‘prostitutes’ on national radio, I would have to say it looks like he's come completely unhinged. Here at MetPub we like sex and write about sex and women who enjoy sex and their sexuality—a lot! If Rush has a problem with that, I know a handful of Urilian Priestesses who would just love to set him straight about quite a few things. Birth control being just one.

But I digress.

Rush Limbaugh won't be the first to end a long and glorious career—and it was a long and glorious career, whether you liked Rush or hated his guts—ignominiously by embarrassing himself on the public air waves. Repeatedly, usually. It's rather sad to think that the man who literally vaulted political talk radio onto the national stage might go down in flames simply because he's become too intransigent to know when it's time to step away from “the golden EIB microphone,” call it a good run, and go lay on the beach with his wife, aequo animo as it were.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to be snarky here. No, I don't listen to Rush anymore, I haven't agreed with much that he's had to say in probably the last fifteen years. But personally, I do have a lot of respect for what he created. Rush Limbaugh is a self made man, and he made himself without compromising his principles. They're not myprinciples, they may or may not be your principles. But in this day and age when everyone from the President of the United States to mom and pop are encouraging us to give up our hopes and dreams and just be happy with a J.O.B. that we H.A.T.E., you kind of have to admire a man who stuck to his dream of making it in radio: From that tiny local radio station where he announced local baseball games, in Sacramento (I think it was), all the way to the Big Apple, where he grew the largest radio audience in history. Many others have emulated him, but Rush was the first.

I just hope he knows that the last pitch has been thrown, and please Rush, don't run the game into extra innings. If you do, you'd best keep looking over your shoulder for those Urilians.