A Finger-Wagging for The (So-Called) Great One

Dear Rush,

Let me take a serious tone for a moment and address what I feel is an incredible shortcoming in your character. On the day after the election, you revealed on your broadcast that you felt "liberated" by the Democratic victory, and that you resented "carrying water" for a group of wayward, corrupt, and (according to you) non-conservative Republicans. You seemed happy to have the bums out so you no longer had to sniff their trousers. Good on you, buddy.

From where I sit, your listeners should feel extremely betrayed by you, and for a couple of reasons. Obviously, you confessed to them that you had been lying directly into their ears these past several years, that you didn't really believe that the party you were rallying behind still held to the principles of conservatism that you try so damned hard to espouse. That alone should earn you some well-deserved ire from your fans.

But behind this confession hides a bigger reason to turn away from you. You, Limbaugh, have the ear of the conservative half of the nation. In spite, of your self-depricating claims of unimportance, you have the power to influence the course of events as you sit in your comfy Atilla the Hun Chair ensconsed in your posh EIB studio. You could have spent these last few years serving as a corrective to the conservative slide. Rather than carry water for your corrupt politicos, you could have encouraged listeners to put more pressure on them to behave, to hold themselves close to the principles they pretend to hold. You did not. You lacked that moral courage. You can act as if you're above the fray in the aftermath of this past election, but you helped this happen.

I say again: you helped this happen. You deserve nothing less than complete irrelevance for that crime. Alas, I believe that you will not get that sentence; your forlorn listeners will cling ever the more tightly to the AM radio in the aftermath of November 7. And for that, they likewise deserve what they will get, every last crumb.

Enjoy your ulcer.