Before Rush Limbaugh died, he stated that he had always been a man of integrity. Integrity indeed. Perhaps he was, if you consider causing hatred and division a virtuous goal to aspire to. Perhaps other shock orators are virtuous as well. Hell, everyone seems morally upright these days. Listening to the buffoonish media, one would have assumed that Rush had apologized for being a bad boy all those years, the years that ruined my life, the years that made it nearly impossible for me to get work, even though I had worked a lot harder than Rush, or any shock news peon. Perhaps we should thank those who paint us as criminals, and put obstacles in our way, regardless of how much we suffer. Perhaps we should forgive and forget, let bygones be bygones, focus on the present, not the past. Perhaps we should be another species. Perhaps we should repair our damage psyches and join a mystic cult, forever dreaming of the mystical mysteries of mysticism. Perhaps we should believe in magic. Perhaps we should dance in the forest, become one with nature, and ascend into the heavens. Perhaps we should forget we are human, put on animal costumes, and scurry away to neverland to forget our troubles once and for all. Perhaps we should, but we won't. We will be here, in the real world, and we will suffer through the fruit of Rush's labor. And so, I am here to bring you the real Rush Limbaugh that the cowards at the alphabet soup media companies were too afraid to in fear of a ratings dip. Well, Rush kicked the can. It's over.No more rants about the dangerous blacks. No more sensationalized crap news about women taking men's jobs. No more outlandish stories about the president being a Muslim from another country. No more insinuating that Jewish people have done...whatever he had said they'd done on that particular day. Yes, Rush Limbaugh's legacy is an eventful one to say the least. The man undoubtedly cause more hatred and derision in America than any of the other various shock radio hosts. Rush did not report the news, he invented it, turning competent media into a horror show of stereotypes, pseudoscience, and gossip. He sat, perched upon his leather podium, spewing out hate and stale tobacco smoke, like some kind of cartoon character from the 1940s. He ruined everything he could. That was his mission in life, to ruin the lives' of others, and he succeeded in ways that dictators could only have fantasized about. Yet when this man, if you can call him that, (I prefer coward) died, the political nannies came out, wagging their fingers at those who would dare speak ill of the dead. Well, I have nothing but terrible things to day about this now dead coward. So what if this idiot is now rotting in the dirt? How does that effect me in anyway other than knowing some of my tax dollars went to put him in the dirt? I want my money back by the way. I feel nothing for this hollow shell of a human other than contempt. Do you think that because you die that excuses your actions in life? Do you think that death absolves you somehow? Not in my world.Death is not justice, nor is it peace. The only benefit I get from that yellow toothed cigar sucker kicking the bucket its that I don't have to listen to his awful tirades about the poor being lazy drug addicts anymore. But even that was only a temporary relief, only a facade that perhaps this trash talking piece of garbage would not influence my life anymore.But then the morons started talking, "be nice", "be moral", "take the high road", "don't say anything bad". Well, I will say some bad things, a lot of bad things. When a person has nothing but bad things to say, that is what they get in return.