Hatred is all they have.
Sadly, that is true.
But hatred in time diminishes, grows dim, and sputters out as whatever flame caused it to be lit, finally expires in a wisp of dispelling smoke.
Love, and only love is eternal.
I am quite certain that Rush Limbaugh knew this to be so.
There are always those who wallow in hatred, born of the despair of their own hearts futilely searching for meaning without reason, purpose without comprehension, and love without commitment.
Such are always the loudest voices in the room - all sound and fury, and ultimately, signifying nothing.
To be sure: Rush Limbaugh had a powerful voice and a personality to match. But he had what his detractors lacked: purpose, comprehension, and commitment.
His audience (myself among them) loved him.
And he loved them right back.
Rush was a self-made man in every vital respect. He began his career in radio as a disk jockey, learning a business while coming to understand its limitations, and his own as well.
But he was not deterred or discouraged. Instead, as a college dropout: Rush inhaled knowledge like oxygen, absorbed books and magazines with passionate resolve, and educated himself so that he might impart wisdom - not propaganda, not pomposity, but actual knowledge, to an audience eager to learn. He was a font also of humor, jokes, and creativity, as befits a man who wants to share what he knows and has learned to love with others.
Rush Limbaugh created not just an audience of "Dittoheads" - but a movement of people committed to conservative ideas, not angry, insular, defensive and self-aggrandizing as is the Progressive Left - but instead eager and open-minded and intellectually curious.
And he did it almost daily, for over 30 years.
Yes, it is fair to say that Rush loved his audience, and they loved him right back.
But what the Left does not, and will not ever understand is that a lifetime labor of love is its own reward, and may he now earn his own eternal reward in Heaven.
God bless you, Rush Limbaugh.
