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Cindy Adams: Goodbye to my friend Rush Limbaugh

For years Rush Limbaugh and I lived on one Fifth Avenue street. What he loved were dinners at Patsy’s longtime restaurant. And he’d repeat the jokes. Like: “Come Thanksgiving, I’ll order a turkey with two right wings — and one with a red neck.”

When he moved, I flew — in his plane — to visit him in Florida. The guest list was his cat and my housekeeper.

One night long ago, HBO’s terrific then-president Richard Plepler screened their film “Bernard and Doris.” She the late Doris Duke, whose home I now own. Its star, Susan Sarandon — in a gorgeous, red spangled gown — arrived with family, plus her liberal views, which extend beyond Saturn. Suddenly, everyone blinked because with me came her equivalent of the Antichrist — Rush Limbaugh. Known as to the right of King Lear, even his security man looked like Stalin.

He burbled things like “Liberals feel. Conservatives think.” Gnomes raced checking reservation cards to be sure where he’d sit. So who got placed directly, arm-to-arm with him? Susan’s daughter. And who sat directly in front of Rush? Susan. Her very own personal self.

As lights dimmed and I perspired, Susan turned around and said, “What is this — a photo op?”

That’s a problem

“Ozark’s” final season. Jason Bateman and Laura Linney play your average money-laundering-for-a-drug-cartel couple. She plays murderous wife Wendy in a cash business for bad guys that has them turn even badder. Nice sweet show for those stuck at home with their own problems.

This is caring?

Rosamund Pike cares a lot about “I Care a Lot.” Playing a guardian to the elderly, she cares about their money. Shameless, despicable. Ruthless, ambitious. Peter Dinklage plays a gangster. Dianne Wiest, one of her prey. Nice sweet film for those stuck at home with their own seniors.

Act like you want the gig

The hills are alive with the sound of me-me’s. Animals not clawing to be mayor are now scratching for governor. Even old-time creatures creeping out of floor cracks claim blue-collar followers, previous elections, DC know-how and that they’re “Alfred E. Smith” types — whatever that’s supposed to mean. If Andrew Cuomo (with the nursing home situation) just got an Emmy, then California’s Gov. Gavin Newsom (with his $15K restaurant dinner while his state’s quarantined) should nail a Tony. Next, both could co-star in that B’way oldie “Love Letters.” Want to be our state’s chief executive? Mazel tov. But want to live in Albany? Dummkopf.

Just mentioning

Being a daddy again is a happy occasion for grandson Harry, the former Royal Highness prince of a guy. So some of his usable parts are working — just not his backbone. I just felt like mentioning this. Another thing. Finances being tough, 400 students risked not returning to FIT. The Francine A. LeFrak Foundation provided the funds for them to stay in school. I just felt like mentioning this, too.

Soak it all in

This weekend is Paramount’s screening of “The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge on the Run.” Your in-car underwater trip’s through multiple environments, digital interaction, a “dive”-through then socially distanced parking. Synopsis: SpongeBob SquarePants’ pet snail Gary goes missing. Clues lead his friend Patrick to King Poseidon, who captures Gary in the Lost City. It features voice talents such as Awkwafina. A prequel series will follow SB in sleepaway camp building underwater campfires, catching jellyfish and swimming in Lake Yuckymuck’s kelp forest. We clear on this?

Following this underwater drama comes the question, “What’s at the bottom of the ocean and shakes?”

Answer: A nervous wreck.

Asked only in neurotic New York, kids, only in New York.