Hell is just a little bit fuller tonight.
True Story. It was May of my junior year in college, and a few of us were watching the news in a friend's dorm room. There was a story regarding the death of an aged relative of a political figure, a Truman perhaps. As only 20 year olds who fashion themselves as cynics can do, we mocked the report. Who cares, she was 90 report real news, that sort of thing. The very next story was of the death of Bob Marley. We were struck with the perhaps induced by substance realization the we killed Bob Marley: God had taken him in revenge for our mocking the death of another human being. I am reminded of this because God has taken revenge on my mocking Kissinger's death with this:
Shane MacGowan, The Pogues Frontman, Dies Aged 65
https://www.huffpost.com/entry/shane-macgowan-the-pogues-dead_n_65687be5e4b066e398b6a5adMy favorite part of that was it referring to FoNY as "festive".
You scumbag, you maggot/
You cheap lousy word that rhymes with maggot/
Happy Christmas your arse/
I pray God it's our last.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NrAwK9juhhYOf course, Kristy is dead these 23 years now.
I might as well point out that I consider everything about the Pogues's
debut full length second album to be perfect, from the title (Rum, Sodom and the Lash) to the cover with the band member's heads swapped into The Raft of the Medusa, mutilated genitalia and all; from the epic Sick Bed of Cuchulainn to the best version of the Australian national anthem, And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda. It was like the Chieftains had become addicted to speed and developed an intractable drinking problem.