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I, as a gay man, should find the death of Rush Limbaugh to be a liberating experience; you see, listening to those who now can't wait to dance upon his grave, you can't possibly think that Rush Limbaugh was anything more than a merchant of hate. Alas, I march to my own drum beat.   Rush was a merchant of making points.  The truth hurts. I was there in my car on that August 1, 1988 when Rush Limbaugh first took to the national airwaves on my local talk radio show in Norfolk, Virginia.   I don't remember what program he replaced, but I remember where I was sitting in traffic when I heard his first noon time program.    I was a charter member of the EIB (Excellence in Broadcasting) network.   I was hooked.   I was enthralled.   Finally a voice of reason that was more than a local radio talk show or a stupid leftist one. I was a 26 year old gay man who had only a year prior mouthed the words of "I'm gay" in a positive light.    I was no longer in hiding.   I had finished the process of coming out and I knew damned well that desiring a cock to suck did not necessarily make me a Democrat or a leftist.   I'd tried that shit before- just like I've licked pussy several times in my experimental years.    I had voted for Democrats in Congress and in local elections, but my first act of an adult in a Presidential election was to vote for John Anderson instead of Ronald Reagan.    I had listened to the lamestream media far too many times and believed what I was told that Ronaldus Magnus was a war-monger. I never listened to the lamestream media again about politics.   That lesson has become clearer each passing day as the media has devolved into Swamp State Control and has become the unpaid Democrat party propaganda wing. And so it was that I evolved in my life perspective of wanting to be my own gay man not beholden to some stinking leftist bilge that suggested that because I loved dudes that I had to vote Democrat.   And in 1984 I voted for Ronald Reagan and have never looked back.    Sadly I was duped by John Fucking McCain and then by Mittens McCain, but honestly, what choice was there when King Pimple of a Man was the alternative?   I found Rush to be provocative even if I wasn't always in lock step with his views.   I so enjoyed his parodies and his honesty about Feminazis and Environmentalists was pure joy to behold.   And the way he went after Barney Frank was just delicious.   You see, just because you are dick sucker, it does not mean I like you.   And that goes for Mayor Buttplug who now is Joe Bite Me's Transportation Secretary who likely now is driving a pink VW Beetle converted over to electric complete with an electric buttplug. But I digress. It was pure joy to hear Rush take on the Clintonistas and knowing that he got under their skin was another joy to behold.    And as he went after Stone Puss Waters and the rest of the Leftists, I knew that the truth in life was closer to his perspective than toward the left of center one.    Rush was a flawed man, but he was a self made one.   He knew how to make a payroll and to run a business -something that Joe Bite Me and Nancy Pelosi and her minions have no stinking idea about.   Even as Rush became addicted to Oxycontin due to pain from failed back surgery, he was gracious and stood firm in his ideals.   He was ridiculed.   But he was man enough to take it. With Rush's passing, he returns the loaned talent to God and is now in a better place where he doesn't have to watch the leftists shit on America in the post-Trump years.    Sadly, the rest of us will be here picking up the pieces that are left after the next four years of hell destroy what goodness America had and replaced it with the fury of a Democrat in power.    Rest in peace, Captain, My Captain.   Mega dittos to you!