Rush Limbaugh Had a Heart Attack. Period.
Bullshit, as Steve McQueen would say in Bullitt. The guy had a heart attack. It could be a mild one or a big one, but it was a heart attack nonetheless. There is no other way to say it. You don’t have half a heart attack. You have one or you don’t.
On the radio show Thursday, guest host Walter E. Williams described Limbaugh’s pains as similar to the feeling of a “heart attack coming on.” He said doctors haven’t confirmed whether the 58-year-old had a heart attack, and more exams were planned Thursday.
Williams said any information about the cause of the pain would have to come from Limbaugh himself.
“He’s doing very well and he appreciates your prayers and concerns,” Williams said, asking callers to just say “dittos” for their well-wishes and get on to questions on political and social issues.
“Rush is in good, stable condition and as comfortable as one can be in a hospital while on vacation, but he’s in good hands,” he said.
Oh yeah. A lot of people ARE exulting over the fat man’s predicament. Go right ahead, because I am right with all yall. Here he is, vacationing in Hawaii at the same time President Obama and his family are catching some rays, and he’s the one choking. And TMZ.com is on the case, too, reporting on something straight out of a Three Stooges short. Limbaugh was reportedly stricken close to 3:00 p.m. yesterday afternoon. Even critically ill, the great white whale that is Rush Limbaugh didn’t want anyone to see him in his condition.
Sources inside the hotel tell TMZ the hotel took drastic measures to get the mystery patient — reported to be Rush Limbaugh — out of the resort without being seen.
We’re told hotel security shut down a wing of the hotel and the guest elevators — the patient was transported using the employee elevator bank.
Nothing like the onset of mortality to harpoon anyone’s ego and arrogance. I hope that he has a black cardiologist. I hope that he has black nurses. I hope that he has to ask for every sip of water from a person of color or better yet, a black nurse who is doing her job and not taking any bullshit. I hope that he’s just like Peter Boyle’s character in Monster’s Ball, who was consigned to a nursing home where he had to beg for respect and tenderness–and food and water and a bed pan and clean sheets–from black attendants. Or better yet, one of those people of color that haoles like his favorite girl Sarah Palin couldn’t stand when she was getting her baccalaureate degree.
If Limbaugh survives this, it will be interesting to see how he explains–and responds to and interprets–this very personal incident.
No, I am not wishing him well. The hell with that. I am wishing illumination and release from his myriad demons, one of which is his own devouring racism, jealousy and envy, and fear.
To coin a phrase, the Universe don’t love ugly. Ugly and evil unbalances the best in the world, to the point that one of these days, there has to be a reckoning where everything must equalize. Looks like some of the balance is being righted as I write.