A Goodbye Rush Limbaugh Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

Rush-Limbaugh

Rush Limbaugh is gone but will not be forgotten. The evolution of his brand mirrors the changing dynamics of party politics. He began as a conservative “Patriot.” Conservative and patriotic do not describe the virulent speech he subscribed to at the end.

Back in the early 90’s I was a listener, and, make no mistake, I was never a fan. I listened because I was intrigued by his rhetoric and how he was becoming what is now called “an influencer.” Rush Limbaugh was the beginning of the fascist movement in the Republican party and he motivated me to use my creativity to oppose the propaganda he was putting out there.

However, on one occasion, we shared a similar view on something and Rush read one of my limericks on the air. Here’s the setup – I wrote this when the Congressional banking scandal broke. The Congressional Bank was honoring bad checks and there were many offenders. Not a good look for Congress. I submitted my take with these five lines –

So a little bad math was detected
And their feeble excuses rejected.
With a few rubber checks
And extramarital sex…
If I ran, I just might get elected!
This was the start of my political limerick punditry.

6 Comments to “A Goodbye Rush Limbaugh Limerick”

  1. I told a friend I was conflicted about his death, her answer, really, don’t be one less horrible person in this world. 🤷‍♀️

  2. When I get bored with (Vancouver’s) CBC and annoyed at CKNW’s ad infestation, I sometimes turn the radio to KGMI (in Bellingham).

    There, sometimes I’d catch Limbaugh’s talk show (nationalized and heavily advertisement laden) giving his morning political sermon, mostly on the atrocities being committed against Trump and his presidency. The ideas he’d blather on about were astonishing, and soon became far more annoying to me than CKNW’s lengthy, frequent commercial breaks.

    I’d often wonder how he got himself to spout some of the absurdities he preached: paranoid theories interspersed with business promotions, as though straight out of a capitalist manifesto, the pages of which I think I could actually hear him shuffling below his microphone. …

    Now, his spirit or consciousness may finally be 100 percent free of the purely cerebrally based agitation and contempt that may have blighted much of his life. Therefor, he may be wondering, ‘Why was I so angry? … I hope I didn’t do too much damage while I was there.’

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