I never say I'm glad that anyone dies, including a reactionary, blustering, idiot chickenhawk swine like Michael Kelly: until yesterday an "embedded" feature columnist for "The Washington Post." After all, he undoubtedly left behind loved ones who didn't share those attributes to such a striking degree (including two sons almost exactly the same ages as my own).
Nevertheless, the Humvee death of the gouty, blue-suited cocksucker who called millions of anti-war protestors "terrorists" should not go unremarked. After all, it's more than a tad ironic that he not only died amidst the vicious carnage that he pimped for with an obviously displaced frothing ardor, but in a Humvee..(which gets something like three miles to the gallon).
I'm tempted to curse his tumid carcass, but instead I'm reminding all of us (especially me) that we've all erred, we've all been overwhelmed by our own pride, fear, trembling amidst a universe we can't comprehend, etc... so I'll cut the pompous fucker some slack.
I guess my hope is that the ironies surrounding his death can be instructive and productive. Our future will spring from whatever choices we're in the process of making, so let's not be prideful, fearful, blustering, and at odds with the natural world that we need to sustain us...
...and let's drink lots of good beer and see really cool movies, like "Russian Ark," "The Pianist," and "A Woman Under the Influence" (my latest video pick).