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My childhood soundtrack was composed almost entirely of Limbaugh, (ok, and also Huey Lewis), and I will never forget the unnerving cruelty that practically radiated off him. I feared him.
I do not mourn his death; I mourn the fact that some of my closest family members DO mourn.
I do not mourn his death; I mourn the fact that some of my closest family members DO mourn.
One thing about being raised by and around conservatives is that you learn early on just how ANGRY you're supposed to be about everything; about how Real America is DYING.
As a child, the sound of unhinged adult fury terrified me. I didn't get why anyone would tune in.
As a child, the sound of unhinged adult fury terrified me. I didn't get why anyone would tune in.
As an adult, I am galled and endlessly mortified by the memory of how much bigotry, homophobia and xenophobia I absorbed and parroted as a preteen/young adult WITHOUT REALIZING IT. I thought I was a good, sensitive, openminded guy.
I am still absurdly hesitant to open my mouth.
I am still absurdly hesitant to open my mouth.
Moral of the story is: Hatefulness is like 99% nurture, 1% nature [citation needed]. When you see a lot of pinched, self-conscious, pious young people dressing like 1950s ad men/housewives and cosplaying hatefulness, remember that diseased demon assholes like Limbaugh did that.
