Limbaugh’s Tacky NYC Lair Out-Continentals Christopher Walken

Gawd. “America’s Truth Detector” lives like my Aunt Tillie Percy Dovetonsils.

Rush Limbaugh has placed his full-floor 5th Avenue penthouse on sale for $13.95 million. HuffPo has photos here.

Rush’s vast collection of Keane paintings, Capodimonte lamps and lace antimacassars to be sold separately on HSN. 

UPDATE: Fellow ‘Roaster Betty Cracker does me ten better in the comments:

Say Don Ho and Liberace had a love child who ate a greasy meal at a cheap Midwestern fish house and chased it with innumerable Captain Morgan and Tab cocktails, then vomited beach kitsch and ornate accoutrements all over a Red Roof Inn bridal suite. The resulting mess might resemble this:

It’s Rush Limbaugh’s bedroom—a sight heretofore seen only by maids with hillbilly heroin connections, brainless, amoral gold-diggers and perhaps Caribbean sex tourist kidnap victims. And it can be yours for only $14M.

Betty says it all: “More proof that money can’t buy class.” Plus, you have to wonder how many of his truck-drivin’, coal-minin’, Good Ole Boy listeners he’s had up to the Parlor for Pousse Café and finger dainties.

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Jesus, Strange, great minds think alike—I was just about to post a picture of the bedroom from that piece with the following text:

Say Don Ho and Liberace had a love child who ate a greasy meal at a cheap Midwestern fish house and chased it with innumerable Captain Morgan and Tab cocktails, then vomited beach kitsch and ornate accoutrements all over a Red Roof Inn bridal suite. The resulting mess might resemble this:

[picture of Rush’s awful, beach-themed boudior]

It’s Rush Limbaugh’s bedroom—a sight heretofore seen only by maids with hillbilly heroin connections, brainless, amoral gold-diggers and perhaps Caribbean sex tourist kidnap victims. And it can be yours for only $14M.

More proof that money can’t buy class.

Betty, I’ll build that into the post. Thanks!

That just screams Ricki di Pensacola

ZOMG that’s so teh gay—in the bad sense. Hey, Glenn Beck should buy it so he has somewhere to display his Lladro collection.

Need to go sand my eyes now.

Good. Googly. Moogly.

It isn’t even campy. It’s just wall to wall sad.

OK, this is just down right disturbing. A huge tub in front of a huge window and it doesn’t look like the little wooden shutters would come close to obscuring the horror of Rush undraped.

I wonder how long the apartments across the way have been vacant. I wonder how many people threw themselves out of their own windows before management boarded up the doors and chucked the keys into the Hudson.

Rusty’s four-poster King Louis defloratorium is especially creepy.

I believe the proper term is “chintzy”.

You can’t fool me—that’s the Sky View Haven Assisted Living Facility! I can see why Rush would feel comfortable there—they don’t skimp on the sub-lingual picker-uppers. My grandma loved it there. She thought she was on the moon half the time.

I dunno, Betty, he dated Daryn Kagan for a while, so that’s…

Oh, wait, you said money can’t buy class. My mistake.

To be fair, when Rush is at home you can’t see any of the decor.

But where are the gilded putti?

I’m guessing Limbaugh didn’t spend any time there.  Not only is there no furniture he could get comfortable on, I doubt he could even fit in those chairs.

Ahh.  Exactly the sort of digs I’d expect the self-designated mouthpiece of the Party of Klingsor to live in.  A little place he can call home after spending a busy day screaming about government “fat cats” wasting his tax dollars on feeding poor people.

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