As a general rule, I don’t celebrate death. I often write poems when celebrity icons die, summing up what they meant to me. Rush Limbaugh was a vile human being. He celebrated when gay people died of AIDS. His last days on air, he called for more violence at the Capitol for Trump, and he spread conspiracies about the Sandy Hook shooting. I don’t believe in Hell, but if it exists, it exists for people like this POS.