One of the greatest testaments to a man's life is that his death is celebrated by all of the worst people— Matt Walsh (@MattWalshBlog) February 17, 2021
We should all aspire to receive the kind of unhinged, slobbering liberal hate that Rush's patriotism, talent and vision inspired from these bitter nobodies.— Kurt Schlichter (@KurtSchlichter) February 17, 2021
I was with my father-in-law in the hospital when he died in 1978.
I did not cry.
I was with my brother when he died in 1993 at age 52 from cancer.
I did not cry.
When my father died at age 86, I did not cry. I gave the eulogy at his funeral.
When my mother passed at almost 94, I did not cry. I gave the eulogy at her funeral, although a tear formed at the end.
When my mother-in-law died in our home from cancer at age 86, I did not cry.
When I heard the news about Rush, I cried.
I started listening to him in August, 1988 just after he went national.
For 32 years, on and off, whenever I could, I listened to Rush.
32 years of trying to educate people and trying to save America.
In a season of so many recent losses, the loss of a leader like Rush, was just one more loss on the camel’s back.
And the camel’s back gave way today.