The Well Infidel

Rush Limbaugh

By Donald B. Ardell – March 22, 2009

  
I put no more stock in the predictive value of dreams than I do in the so-called prophesies of Nostradamus, crackpot ESP con artists or religious zanies like Pat Robertson. Nor do I read much into images or episodes of any kind experienced in dream states. The latter may be rough guides to inner turmoil, or maybe not. Perhaps some revelations or scenarios, particularly those that are vivid and emotional, should be explored with trained professionals in therapy, aided by powerful drugs. I hope not, because I am definitely NOT so inclined, even if “we are such stuff as dreams are made on and our little life is rounded with a sleep.” (Prospero, The Tempest, Act 4, scene 1.)

Therefore, I did not think much about a visit last night from Rush Limbaugh, who wanted to apologize for making such an ass of himself lately (i.e., at least the last eight or thirty years). “Why apologize to me?”  I asked Rush. “I don't care - tell your listeners. Tell Michael Steele.”

”I find you obnoxious, pathetic, grotesque and an abomination. I don't take apologies for others - tell the American people you are sorry for being such a wretch and reform your ways. But please, don't bother me - I'm a wellness guy. I look on the bright side, stay positive, take responsibility, pursue happiness, exercise a lot, search for meaning and act at all times with compassion and love for my fellow man. Go away, you awful person.”

When I finished, Rush looked at me in a melancholic way and said, “Don, you're the only one who can guide me. You understand REAL wellness. Please, don't reject me. I'm obese, unhappy, addicted to drugs; I have no real friends, except the lunatics who thrive on my unhinged rants. I want to reform my ways, change my life, make amends and become a decent person. I also want to shape a healthy lifestyle, have more fun, contribute to society in a positive way. I even want to help Barack Obama succeed, not fail. Won't you help me?”

Well, let me tell you - I felt awful. Why had I responded so harshly? I was almost as mean and nasty as Rush - with Rush. Did I want to be like that? No way. So, like Michael Steele, I apologized to Rush. I said, “It's not too late. Don't worry about the past. Now that everyone expects the worst from you, you can be like Nixon in the 70's, opening up a dialogue with China!  I'll help you. Start by telling everyone you no longer want to be the face or the leader of the Republican Party. You don't want to be obnoxious, pathetic, grotesque, an abomination or a wretch. From now on, you will promote REAL wellness - reason, exuberance and liberty. You're going to look on the bright side, stay positive, take responsibility, pursue happiness, exercise a lot, search for meaning and act at all times (with rare exceptions) with compassion and love for your fellow man. You will even root for and help President Obama to succeed, not fail. You will be a new Rush Limbaugh person, thoughtful, kind and mellow, constructive and positive.”

Well, I can tell you, when I woke up I felt great. I felt full of energy, good will and passion - I wanted to go to work and write articles that would set things right. I looked over at my lovely wife, sleeping soundly and felt hugely amorous, I woke her up, put my arm around her - but I won't go into all of that here. I'll save that for my pay-for-view site.

Anyway, before long, I remembered I don't put much stock or read much into dreams, so all good will toward Rush was gone before I fired up the coffeepot. Then again, dreams sometimes augur moral lessons and those who ignore dreams (e.g., as in Macbeth) do so at some peril. Who knows, maybe Rush will change his ways. If he does, remember this tale. Maybe I'm psychic, have ESP or can see the future. I don't think so but if Rush transforms in the very near future, I might reconsider.   TPJmagazine

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