A Note From A Rush Limbaugh Fan

When Rush Limbaugh launched his nationally syndicated show in 1988, talk was the smallest format in American radio.

110 stations in the 50 states out of about 12,000 total radio stations.

Today, spoken word is the single biggest format and is further amplified by podcast, streaming and social media.

Rush had failed as a Disc Jockey and failed at radio sports announcing.

There’s a life lesson in that.

Rush reinvented invented modern talk radio on a single station in Sacramento, he became its single biggest talent.

One year and two weeks ago, Donald Trump gave Rush the Presidential Medal of Freedom as a champion of American 1st Amendment rights.  When the President awarded that high honor, he knew that Rush had also been given a death sentence:

Stage 4 lung cancer.

He stayed on the air, informed his audience and presented a brave and happy face to the literally tens of millions of Americans who turned to him.

Early this year, after the chemotherapy had failed Rush reminded his audience that his doctors didn’t expect him to make it…

To October, 2020

To the November election

To Christmas.

But, as he put it, “yet, here I am.”

I know that a lot of you assume that all of us in this uniquely American medium are

personal friends.  Many of us are.

I would LOVE to tell you that I knew Rush as a friend but I never got the opportunity.

I would have welcomed it.

I only met the man once.  I was in California for a talk radio conference.  Word came down that Rush would show up in person and speak (that didn’t happen often).

I was early, got a spot in the front row when the audience heard the back doors of the auditorium open and we all turned around to look.

No one.

When I turned back around, there he was, standing in front of me, the biggest man in talk radio: RUSH!

He shook my hand and then he moved to the stage.

I  admire him for the changes that he brought about in talk radio over more than

three decades…and in the last year for his courage in facing stage four cancer…which

he knew was ultimately a death sentence.

He faced it with the kind of optimism he always exhibited.

He got the best medical care.

Many of us, facing the imminent end of our lives, if we had the resources to do so (and

Rush certainly had plenty) would quit and simply enjoy what we had left.

Not Rush.

He stuck with his audience, who he loved, and advocated for the country he loved.

God bless Rush Limbaugh, may you Rest in Peace.