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Eulogy for Rusty Sharpe

Rush Limbaugh is a relative of mine. A very, very distant relative. I have never spoken to him and I am certain as I can be that he didn't know I exist. I only know we are related because my great uncle is a historian of "pioneer" history which includes our family. Anyway, I remember learning that he was my grandpa's third cousin (or something like that) as a kid and -- knowing only that he was some measure of "successful" -- being sincerely appalled that he wasn't doing anything to help me and my cousins pay for college. ba dum ba.

For reasons I don't entirely understand, I feel compelled to claim him. I have no interest in denying or downplaying the very real harm he willfully ignited or his commitment to moral decrepitude. But I very genuinely hope he finds peace.


May you rest

May your heart break open

May your fear become ridiculous to you

May the hatred you gripped tightly now slip through your fingers

May your deceptions become heavy to those who hold them that they might be set down

May your pain become sweet to you held now in the embrace of All Things

May the love you knew in life overwhelm your form

May you feel Unconditional Forgiveness

May you find peace




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