Dear Mr. Limbaugh,
I remember your broadcast on the night of the midterm election, 1994. I'd voted for the first time two years before, and voted for Bill Clinton. In the two intervening years I must admit I didn't pay much attention to politics. I was in college, and so was otherwise occupied, and so the congressional "revolution" came to me as a nasty shock.
I remember watching your show that night. I just didn't get how so many Americans could be so dumb. You were supposed to be Mr. Zeitgeist, right? So I watched your damn show.
Remember what you said?
You said "I know all you liberals are out there tonight. You're watching this, and you're SCARED!!!" And then you laughed uproariously, sooo looking forward to all the havoc you were about to wreak.
For the past twelve years I have looked forward to throwing this moment up as an example of you and your movement's hubris. Thinking 1996, 1998, 2000, etc., would be THE YEAR that my fellow citizens would snap out of whatever sickness kept them enamored of you. I'd be able to turn it back at you, and ask if you, now, were scared of what was coming.
As the numbers rolled in last night I was giddy. I was giggling inappropriately. Comeuppance! At Last!
It must have been about eleven o'clock when my thoughts turned to the past twelve years. I thought about how you said back in 1994 that all the liberals watching were scared, and how right we were to be so. I remember the promise in your voice, in the voice of Gingrich, and all your toadies, the promise of overweeningly arrogant wielding of any power you and yours could gather for yourselves. I could not imagine how profoundly incompetent the government you championed would be, as evidenced by the stupid over-reaching impeachment of Clinton, the gutting of FEMA (in order to promote cronies) leading to the Katrina disaster, the gutting of the constitution to protect the executive from media and congressional scrutiny, and the most inept leadership in war since cavalry charges were sent against machine gun fire in World War I.
I am glad your revolution is over, but I'm still scared. I think that you, too, must be frightened. Probably not for the future of the country, just for yourself because your schtick is about to be old news, out of fashion.