Grief. My Hero is gone.

The talent has been returned.


My Hero Has Died.  My Grief is Manifest.  My tears fall silently down my cheeks.  My heart is heavy, my Gratitude is Great.  The One and Only Rush Limbaugh has returned to the arms of God, from whom he had Talent on Loan.  Rush always used to say that he “was doing what he was born to do”, and that is true.  And he said of us, his listeners and supporters, that we were “born to listen”.  And he spoke the Truth. He was our Anchor Man, and now we have lost our anchor.

Rush called himself the Truth Detector, Doctor of Democracy.   He also called himself a “lovable little fuzzball” He was those things, and more.  I just loved this picture of Rush and his Abyssinian cat, Punkin.


He was our Rock, who told us that when it was Time to Panic, he would tell us…

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Author: Foxfier

Former sailor, current geek, conservative, mother and practicing Catholic. Refugee from the Seattle blob. (No, we DIDN'T vote for those taxes!) Elf is my husband, our kids are Princess, Duchess, Baron, Empress, Chief, and Contessa.

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