Now that Rush Limbaugh is 64 and his contract expires next year, critics smell blood. Many of them weren’t born when his radio show went national in 1988 and he started saving AM radio from extinction.
Those oh-so-predictable critics hate that Rush gleefully demolishes their gods, Obama and Hillary, and their whole pack of yappy canines. They hate that he logically articulates conservative principles, with wit. They hate that he’s carried in a prime slot on over 600 radio stations. They hate that he’s working on an eight-year deal worth $400 mil.
Even if they bothered to listen, those same critics would still hate that he is the greatest broadcaster of his generation, bar none. Bonus: He’s owned by a cat.
He won his fifth Marconi Award in 2014, tying the late Paul Harvey. I guess the haters will demand a full boycott of the National Association of Broadcasters.
Just for fun, Rush gave his critics ammunition this year when he posted this on Facebook:
“Now that I’ve outgrown the 25-54 demographic, I’m no longer confident that the way I see the world is the way everybody else does. I’ve gotten old enough now that there are younger people, generationally younger, who have an entirely different view …”
Point taken, but it’s irrelevant. Rush has always welcomed different viewpoints. As the haters hate, every opinion poll agrees with a theme he often brings up:
The U.S. is on the wrong track.
Rush’s ratings aren’t what they were in the Clinton years, but the solid preparation and deft touch are there every day. Haters who yell “terrible” and “unlistenable” expose themselves as ignorant partisan political hacks.