Rush Limbaugh passes away after yearlong battle with ‘common cold.’
No death should ever be celebrated.
Now is not the time to hold hands with strangers in the name of unity. Nor is it the time to burn celebratory effigies of a man who, for his own professional gain, consistently spread rumors and hate speech to millions.
It is no laughing matter of karmic justice that a man who amassed a net worth of $600 million by sowing seeds of division into the American public and amplifying racist rhetoric is now in a state of non-existence where money has no power.
To cheer and smile at the death of a balding, obese radio pundit who stated on air that “women should not be allowed on juries where the accused is a stud,” would be shameful and unbecoming of this great and prosperous nation. Even if that same commentator made his fortune by utilizing a medium where one’s appearance is never shown, while fervently promoting the notion that “feminism was established so as to allow unattractive women access to the mainstream of society.” To mock such a man’s death with memes, jokes, and satirical writing is completely and utterly deplorable. Making light of a man’s death by comparing a fight with lung cancer to something as trivial as the common cold, like he continuously did for the millions of people who battled COVID, would be disgraceful.
It is far from a joyful day in America when the man who said the NBA should change its name to “the TBA, the Thug Basketball Association,” and to refer to NBA teams as “gangs,” is now being slowly devoured from the inside out by microorganisms, much like how the bigotry he spewed forth ate its way through the public sphere.
This man is no different than you, your brother, or your own mother, if you also compared all wanted criminals’ composite pictures to Jesse Jackson’s likeness. Or if your brother stated that NFL games look like a battle between Bloods and Crips. Or if your mother repeatedly referred to feminists as “feminazis.”
To reiterate for the last time, it is absolutely not appropriate to gather in the streets in joyous song and dance, as if it were Mardi Gras in New Orleans or Carnaval in Rio de Janeiro or Rush Limbaugh’s death in any city that’s worth living in.