Another one bites the dust

I am ordinarily saddened by someone's death. The closer they are to me, of course, the greater the feelings of sadness. This is true for almost all of humanity. It's our nature. However, I tend to find a relief when some person dies who lived to make others' existence pure hell. When I read early this morning that Jesse Helms kicked the bucket, I was not truly overcome with joy. Rather, it was more disappointment. Disappointed that his croaking did not open a giant sucking vortex into his brand of hell taking with him all of his kind, crushing and mangling their bodies on the way. I'll just have to be content with just being rid of his stinking carcass.

The fact that he died on Independence Day is only icing on the cake.

But, anyway.

Hope y'all are having a great day, and are able to enjoy a nice long weekend.