You know how there are events that make you remember where you w ere when they happened? I remember the first time I heard Rush Limbaugh on the radio. Talk Radio had been around for a while in Atlanta. We had WRNG (Ring Radio) which hosted Neal Boortz and others. There were spots of it on WSB radio, but not full time. Ludlow Porch (a clever assumed name and a relative of Lewis Grizzard), held a slot on WSB. Talk Radio was a trend because Atlanta’s great DJs of the ‘’60s and ‘70s were fading out along with AM radio because music devotees were switching to FM radio.
Those early “talk shows” had listeners call in but the talk part was about Atlanta’s traffic or potholes or what dumbass policies were coming out of city hall or, “my dog is lost, will someone find him for me?” In other words, they were non-controversial and bland and frankly, boring.
And then came Rush Limbaugh. I as driving to work in my Midnight Blue Lincoln Town Car. (I loved that car. It was about 50 feet long and it was like riding around in your Barcalounger.) I even had one of those early “brick” Motorola telephones. They weren’t like cell phones today. I don’t really know how they worked. Anyway, I was the head weather honcho at WXIA-TV, and I had to go in shortly after lunch time. I think it was ‘88 and I had the radio tuned to WGST when I heard this new voice (Rush was on WGST before he became so popular WSB stole him over) and I couldn’t believe my ears. Who was this guy Rush Limbaugh and why was he saying the things I couldn’t even say to my friends? He was talking rotten national politics and making no bones about it. He was unique and so radical for that radio era, I said out loud to no one in my car, “This guy will never last.”
He not only lasted, hell, he prevailed for almost 32 years and I became a devoted Rush Limbaugh fan. I never felt comfortable as a Democrat or a Republican, so I called myself a Libertarian. I love my country and I always believed that all politicians were phonies who recited the same old script over and over and then went to D.C and made themselves rich. I always thought that Americans were great and that the less the government messed with us, the better we could do for ourselves. And Rush Limbaugh was saying the same things. How did he have the courage to do that on nationwide radio? I didn’t know the answer, but I knew he was my kind of guy. I felt like he was talking just to me, and that is the beauty of his talent.
I retired at the end of 1995 and then I had time to listen to all 3 hours of Rush’s show. Everyone knows not to bother me during that period. That is my time to enjoy Rush Limbaugh. And then on the afternoon of 3 February 2020, Rush took the last minutes of his show to ell all of us ditto-heads that he had advanced lung cancer. I could almost hear the same words echoing across the nation that were coming from y mouth. “My God!” I lost my close friend Bruce Erion to lung cancer just a few years ago and he was about Rush’s age. It’s scary.
I have a firm faith in God. I have seen Him perform miracles every day. I know that prayers work, perhaps not the way we would prefer but the way God means for them to work. So, I am praying for Rush’s recovery and I know that he needs your prayers too. For the soul of a sane, patriotic, conservative, traditional America, may God shine his blessing on Rush Limbaugh.