To paraphrase Christopher Hitchens speaking of Jerry Falwell, he deserves to go to hell, but that isn’t possible because hell doesn’t exist.
Everyone can breathe a sigh of relief now. The sun will be that much brighter each day, now that he is gone. He is the proverbial Scrooge figure that we can all thank for dying and making us all that much happier for his passing. The only thing that could have made this day better was for my house in Texas to have had power so that I could have waxed poetical about how much I loathed that evil bastard while people were still paying enough attention to the fact that he had choked out his last painful breath that day and then they might have clicked the link to see what I said about his untimely demise.
Untimely demise? A timely demise would have been him being hit by a truck right before he started his radio empire. I would have let the driver of that truck cry on my shoulder if he felt like crying after the incident. I’ll accept Rush Limbaugh’s slow, painful death today as recompense for the suffering his continued existence has exacted for every day since that day. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Next?