I hate beets. I think they taste awful. There’s nothing you pro-beet people can say that will change my mind. That beets are versatile, a natural sweetener and nutritious, means nothing to me.
For millions of you, Rush Limbaugh was like beets. You hated him. Even if you never listened to him.
I am conflicted about Rush.
Having spent a quarter century on the radio myself, ad-libbing commentary in real time, often on highly-charged and controversial subject matter, it’s impossible for me not to be awed by Limbaugh’s command of the medium while also being fully aware of his downside.
Shortly before I retired from KABC, professional curiosity prompted me to check in with Rush. I caught him in mid-monologue, the content of which is forgotten, but I remember it being compelling. I kept waiting to hear what book or magazine he was reading from. Then it hit me, he wasn’t reading! I had been listening to a seamless improvisation; sentence upon sentence forming beautifully crafted…
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