A "lonely, dusty end"

A dreadful excuse for a human being died earlier today. A media whore who found a way to profane the deaths of better persons than he would ever be while monetizing hate as a revenue stream, he will be missed by his family, I'm sure, and by whatever friends he might have had.

Others will mock him, and it's easy to see why. In my own small way, I'm going to attempt something worse: What he seemed to want most in life is to have his name in print, so I'm not going to mention it. A wretch who was desperate to be noticed, he deserves to be forgotten forever.

I'm just going to mention two things. First, George Takei is an extraordinarily patient and forgiving person:

George Takei shared a link.
Sunday, March 16 at 5:47pm

I take no solace or joy in this man's passing. We will not dance upon his grave, nor stand vigil at his funeral holding "God Hates Freds" signs, tempting as it may be.

He was a tormented soul, who tormented so many. Hate never wins out in the end. It instead goes always to its lonely, dusty end.

Second, two other departed made the news feeds today, one for the anniversary of his birth on this day in 1928 and one for his death yesterday at 103, each of whom probably did more on his worst day to make America a decent place than The Unknown Bigot did in all his days added together.

Mourn them, but not that other one.