Bad people die every day in this world. This week a really bad man died. Good riddance.
While part of me would like to see a protest of such a magnitude that the march on Washington would be dwarfed, a bigger part of me says the most poignant thing that can be done is nothing. Not give him any ink. Not say his name. And not protest his funeral if there is one. There are reports that there will be no funeral. What a bunch of pussies.
Because he is not worth the gasoline to drive there. He is not worth the time off work. He is not worth the time at all. He is not worth the keystrokes I type out right now. And his afterlife is not going the way he thought it would.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” ~Martin Luther King Jr.