So I’ve learned of the death of Rush Limbaugh. 

We are told that we should say only what was good about the dead, and the right-wing media are full of encomia, eulogies, etc., about old Rush. I am sure there must be something good to say about him, but I cannot imagine what that would be.

Mr. Limbaugh was a huckster, just like our ex-president, or, maybe not just like. You see, I could never decide whether the divisive opinions Trump pedaled were truly his own or were selected from a menu of offensiveness because of their appeal to his people.

Not so with Rush. I had no doubt at all about his sincerity. He spoke from the heart. He did not affect hatred, he embodied it, and poisoned America with his lies and misrepresentations for decades. He had a “God-given talent” for giving voice to the immense resentment, bigotry, and envy that he shared with his listeners.