Conservative radio personality and iconic leader of the white power movement Rush Limbaugh passed away almost year after confirming his battle with stage four lung cancer. It was around the same time that former President Trump awarded his greatest ally the Medal of Freedom, during his disgustingly combative State of the Union address in 2020.
His death announcement catapulted the mechanisms of social media platforms, particularly Twitter, a place where civil discourse is rarely on display.
The eruption of regularly scheduled activities made way for a rowdy celebration of two kinds.
Inconsolable conservatives who are quite frankly racists and always have been, a fact that their former Racist-in-Chief and current supreme leader helped to solidify during his reign of terror were expressing grief and gratitude to the man who never wavered in his commitment to making white supremacy palpable to his legions of bigoted fans.
On the other side of the platform, haters finally chose the right one to curse out with profound clarity about why bad guys who do terrible things deserve to not be here anymore.
The interesting thing about die-hard conservatives has to be how defensive they are about their inhumanness, especially when they’re being shamed for shamelessly demonstrating the statutes of white evangelism.
Online mourners of a polarizing brute, who uttered abominable things targeted at vulnerable communities, including those enduring symptoms of a debilitating illness, seemingly took offense to activated hashtags symbolizing why their controversial representative won’t be missed by those who regard him as a the very worst of humanity.
Everyone from GOP leaders to conservative media darlings and enablers of Trump’s criminalized enterprise, like Kayleigh McEnany, the press secretary who turned briefings into a war zone, shared nostalgic tales of how the early days of Rush Limbaugh’s ascension, as the preferred spokesman of race-baiting narratives, shaped their personal quests to successfully replicate that playbook in the name of God, of course.
McEnany recalled listening to her spiritual advisor’s radio show in her daddy’s truck, which compelled her to assign herself as a “Rush Baby.”
Even former President George W. Bush released a statement describing a notoriously foul-mouthed troublemaker as a man with “an indomitable spirit” and “a big heart,” who “spoke his mind as a voice for millions of Americans.”
Yeah, we are well aware of why millions of Americans looked up to Limbaugh’s patriotic #MAGA messaging that helped propel Donald Trump to the highest office in the land with the promise to reinstate the viability of white power after the Obama years threatened the legitimacy of the all-American brand.
Here’s the thing, there’s no reason to treat the subject of death with the reverence that attempts to erase the damning record of the person whose time is up.
Trust and believe that while Limbaugh contemplated his legacy during his dying days, he was certain that those who loved him would scream their praises in his honor, while the populations he terrorized for decades would be sure to spit on his virtual grave.
In spite of what white evangelicals believe to be true, bad guys don’t get a first-class ticket to heaven when they breathe their last breath.
In fact, death is such a basic act of surrender with an unremarkable passage that doesn’t resort to any kind of hierarchy.
White people will not be treated to a superior homecoming by the Lord above, despite their adherence to rewritten scriptures that favors outright lies of how you can be a menace to society with the mantle of white power, but as long as you sign the name of the Lord with the blood of your victims — you are spared the wrath of hell.
When Trump caught COVID-19 and was transported to the most sophisticated medical facility in the world, I publicly declared that I didn’t give a shit whether he lived or died.
Some took what I said to mean that I wished him dead, when in reality my sentiment was that either way — I didn’t care.
Trump like his dearly departed bestie, is a heroic figure to the 75 million voters who also embrace the freedom of being outlandishly hateful as religious followers of racism, Islamphobia, xenophobia, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, to name a few.
It will be interesting to witness the strong reaction on both sides when the supreme leader of the GOP leaves this earth.
But for now, we are reminded of why bad guys who die tend to elicit the extremes in the wake of their passing, that matches the volatility with which they led their turbulent lives.
Only a white God would be impressed with that reception, and whether or not Limbaugh is now in His presence will remain a mystery, but what we do know for sure is the evidential shit fest he left behind — both on the right and the left.