The Gadsden’s Tribute to our Hero and America’s Legend
There is no easy way to explain my devastation or sorrow at the loss of a giant. Rush Limbaugh was more than a voice behind the radio for me; he was more than a Golden Microphone or a Conservative Radio pioneer. He was a friend. A hero. An icon and an inspiration. Without the lessons and truths, there is no Gadsden Press or future 1794 Studios. I am not Benevolus without Rush.
Mr. Limbaugh was, and will always be, the standard for talk radio, podcasting, and media. He went where no one else would and refused to stand for irrational slander against his name. Rush knew his enemies and he knew them well–that’s why they’ll continue to drag his name. What Rush started, what he cultivated into everyone’s home and vehicles is unprecedented. One could argue that he was singlehandedly responsible for the election of President Trump. His sound, his entertainment, his bickering with Mr. Snerdley, none of it will ever be matched. What lies ahead for the fate of Conservative Radio I don’t know. I don’t know what comes next for M-F from 12-3pm, and I certainly don’t know what comes next for the EIB Network. But, I do know two things that I am confident in stating: The Gadsden Press is needed now more than ever, and Rush would’ve smiled big and lit a Winston Churchill length cigar reading social media today.
I’ve always been enamored with history, with politics, with political theory–they make my heart skip a beat and make me feel alive. I can remember being 10 years old and waiting all school year for summer to come around so I could once again listen to my good friends Glenn Beck from 9-12 and Rush Limbaugh from 12-3.
Even some of my favorite memories growing up come from listening to Rush. I’d ask my father if he’d heard the show and we’d talk about some little part that made us both laugh, visiting my grandfather and discussing some of Rush’s biggest segments as of late; these are things I’ll soon never forget. This was how I spent the better-part of my childhood. Forcing my mother and brothers to listen to the radio guru that I all but worshipped. Listening to the 20 minutes of ads because you never knew when he’d be back on for 30 seconds. Knowing that President Obama was going to have a press conference at noon, never a minute earlier or later. As I grew older and understood more of what Rush said, spent more time on the road, and witnessed his teachings in action, I knew for a fact that Rush’s talent far outweighed any of his character flaws. Rush was given to America at a time of tremendous change to lead tremendous change. The internet boom was coming, media was going further and further Left, the common man was getting left behind, and every day it seemed that the origins of a nation that re-shaped the world were more and more lost.
Much like I am today.
There is a hole in the fabric of America, one that Rush tried his entire life to patch. His enemies rejoiced in his death today, trending things like “Rot in Hell” and “Rest in Piss” on social media. Un-imaginable when you read the platforms these people stand upon, but far too obvious when you consider who they really are. It’s hard to ignore the hatred, but it’s necessary. We have to read it, imagine Rush reading it, and know the thrill he’d find at living rent-free in these lunatics’ heads, forever (and if it really drives you mad, get online and watch President Trump award Rush the Presidential Medal of Freedom; just remember how much of a “Fuck you, Lefty!” moment Trump gave Rush and all of his fans).
This is why TGP, 1794 Studios, the Whiskey Rebellion Podcast, and all that is to come must work harder now than we ever have before. Rush pioneered a grassroots movement that resonates deeply within many homes of today’s America. He gave us the playbook, and now we have to use it. Rather than closing the book, we must keep writing its next chapter.
The Gadsden Press has a long way to go until we have even a quarter of the influence Rush did. My entire life I’ve wanted to influence and lead people. It’s hard to say that Rush’s passing isn’t the loudest I’ve ever heard that calling.
Rush rarely took calls from politicians or celebrities because he knew they don’t know a thing or give a damn about you and me. I think we all heard a part of ourselves when Rush flipped on the microphone and the first notes of the bass guitar intro coursed through our veins. It’s what made him Rush. As we honor him and look back on his ferocious life, always remind yourself who he was at heart: A common man from a patriotic family who worked his way up the ladder and lived his own American Dream. There was no one like him, and there never will be again.
So voice your opinion like Rush, stand your ground like Rush, and fight until the very bloody end, just like Rush. He may be gone in body, but he’ll never be gone in spirit. Godspeed Mr. Limbaugh. Keep that golden microphone loud up there and we’ll turn the volume way up down here.
Today might feel like further confirmation of the Left’s victory over us, but Rush and his millions and millions of friends didn’t come to win battles.
We came to win the war.
May the Gadsden Fly Forever.