Rush Limbaugh is in a Honolulu hospital this morning, rushed there Wednesday for chest pains.
A shitty email about Rush Limbaugh is in my inbox this morning.
The sender posits, "I bet you're pissing yourself with glee and wishing he dies."
Sorry, but no.
I don't wish Rush dead. I have read enough about his private life to know he is a son, brother, uncle, even a friend. There are people who love him.
I don't wish Rush dead.
I wish him wiser.
I wish him considerate.
I wish him to be measured.
I wish he would consider more than keeping people angry and fearful when he carefully chooses the words which completely warp an issue, misrepresent legislation, or slander other people.
I wish him character.
I wish he would use his power and reach for good not evil.
I wish him reflection.
I wish him insight.
I wish he would not constantly lie to my parents.
I wish him the ability to look in the mirror and hate what he sees.
I wish him bravery - it takes much bravery to tell the truth, even when it sometimes aligns you with the very person you constantly disdain. A coward can tell lies all day long.
I wish him shame.
I wish him humility.
I wish him reason.
I wish him a full recovery.
No, I do not wish him dead. My underwear is fine, not full of glee pee.
Despite the attempts by people like Rush to separate this country along filthy divides, the reality is that we are all in the same big leaky boat together.
I wish Rush, and even the emailer in my inbox, a better 2010 than the 2009 we are leaving behind.
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