I mentioned recently that Rush is finally putting his New York City apartment on the market, making good on his thread from a year ago to leave if a certain tax measure passed.  Well, he finally did it, which means that his realtor published pictures on their website.  

Wow!  Just… wow.

Rush Limbaugh's interior decoration schema says a lot about the man, and none of it is flattering.  The kindest thing one can say is that it lacks taste.  

I used to think that Rush Limbaugh considered himself a "man of the people," with all that entails.  But this is not the case.  As a big fan of Ayn Rand, Limbaugh considers himself that lucky 1% of society, the cream of the crop, which is why society (or rather, the EIB network) has rewarded him accordingly.

But not with a lick of sense.

Where to begin?  It is everywhere so busy, so cluttered with detail, that the effect is completely overwhelming.  I suppose we are meant to be overwhelmed with its magnificence, but it's more like the way it's overwhelming to eat all the icing off a grocery store sheet cake.  And every bit as fake.

From the hand-painted gold leaf to the double mirrored living room (why have one living room mirrored on the other side of the living room?  Instead of just more living room?  It beggars understanding) Rush Limbaugh's New York apartment is chock full of ridiculous.

The first thing that struck me was the fake library.  If those books actually have words in them (i.e. are more than just single dimensional props) then I can guarantee they were purchased by the yard as a decoration, and not as something to be read.  If any of them have actually been read cover to cover by Rush Limbaugh, I will eat my own hand-knit hand.

Memo to Rush Limbaugh (or his next interior decorator): it kind of undercuts the pomp and circumstance of a formal library if you STICK A TELEVISION IN IT.  Or maybe this was Rush's sole concession to his own wants and needs.  "I have to make a ridiculously lavish impression, but dammit I just wanna watch TV!"

I mean, I get that you might want a television in the bathroom.  After all, that is where you might want to watch porn.  (Picture Rush Limbaugh, watching porn, in his soaking tub, looking up at that chandelier.  You're welcome!)  I can even understand why you might want a nine-line telephone posted next to the toilet.  I shudder to think, but I can understand.

But I cannot for the life of me understand why you would stick a television in the library.  Surely in a full-floor, 10 room, 4,661 square foot apartment, there is another room more suited to watching television?  Hey, what about that "Media Room" labeled on the floor plan?  No?  Just the library, then?  We're just pretending that someone ever reads in here, are we?  Okey dokey.

Sadly, white and gold as a color combination went out with piano key neckties and other 80s fashion faux pas.